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  • #1
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #2
    Mark Twain
    “If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
    Mark Twain

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #4
    Mark Twain
    “Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
    Mark Twain

  • #5
    Mark Twain
    “The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”
    Mark Twain

  • #6
    Neil Gaiman
    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #7
    Kris Kidd
    “You give the shirt off your back, no questions asked, and you stand alone at the cavernous mouth of your suburban closet—
    your entire life spent wondering
    where your clothes went.”
    Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

  • #8
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #10
    Albert Camus
    “Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
    Albert Camus

  • #11
    Frank Zappa
    “Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #12
    “I'm tough, I'm ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay.”
    Madonna

  • #13
    Margaret Atwood
    “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.”
    Margaret Atwood

  • #14
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself”
    Simone de Beauvoir

  • #15
    Rebecca West
    “I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.”
    Rebecca West

  • #16
    Anaïs Nin
    “I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.”
    Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

  • #17
    Arnon Grunberg
    “Mensen hebben warmte nodig. Daarop leven ze. Daarvan leven ze. Die warmte is geen misdaad. Het gebrek eraan is de misdaad.”
    Arnon Grunberg, Tirza

  • #18
    Margaret Mead
    “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
    Margaret Mead

  • #19
    William Shakespeare
    “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
    William Shakespear, Hamlet

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #21
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #22
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
    "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”
    Charlotte Brontë , Jane Eyre

  • #23
    Mark Twain
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Mark Twain

  • #24
    Lemony Snicket
    “It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #25
    Langston Hughes
    “Life is for the living.
    Death is for the dead.
    Let life be like music.
    And death a note unsaid.”
    Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

  • #26
    William Shakespeare
    “To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #27
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a place in the heart that
    will never be filled

    a space

    and even during the
    best moments
    and
    the greatest times
    times

    we will know it

    we will know it
    more than
    ever

    there is a place in the heart that
    will never be filled
    and

    we will wait
    and
    wait

    in that space.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #28
    James Whitcomb Riley
    “He Is Not Dead

    I cannot say, and I will not say
    That he is dead. He is just away.
    With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
    He has wandered into an unknown land
    And left us dreaming how very fair
    It needs must be, since he lingers there.
    And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
    For an old-time step, and the glad return,
    Think of him faring on, as dear
    In the love of There as the love of Here.
    Think of him still as the same. I say,
    He is not dead—he is just away.”
    James Whitcomb Riley

  • #29
    Albert Camus
    “The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.”
    Albert Camus

  • #30
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism and Human Emotions



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