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“After a week he was moved to a different wing and into a shared six-by-eight with a grizzled old con called Alf. He had faded tattoos that stained most of the visible skin on his hands, arms and neck a dull blue, sharp eyes and a thick beard that made his mouth look like an axe wound on a bear.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“The crucifixion should never be depicted. It is a horror to be veiled.”
― William Golding

“I don't think you really belong here, Aviger." Xoxarle nodded wisely, slowly.

Aviger shrugged, and did not raise his eyes. "I don't think any of us do."

"The brave belong where they decide." Some harshness entered the Idiran's voice.”
― Iain Banks

“... on the historical scale, the damages wrought by individual violence for selfish motives are insignificant compared to the holocausts resulting from self-transcending devotion to collectively shared belief-systems. It is derived from primitive identification instead of mature social integration; it entails the partial surrender of personal responsibility and produces the quasi-hypnotic phenomena of group-psychology.”
― Arthur Koestler, The Ghost in the Machine

“Ох-ох-ох… Да, какви времена бяха!… Помнят кореняците московчани прочутия Грибоедов! Знаят какво е варена бяла риба! Бе остави рибата! То е нищо, мили ми Амвросий! Виж, чигата, чигата в сребриста тенджерка, парчета чига, между които са наредени рачи опашки и пресен хайвер! Ами яйцата кокот с гъбено пюре в чашки? Ами филето от дроздове не ви ли се услаждаше? С трюфели? Пъдпъдъците по генуезки? — Девет и петдесет! Че и джаз, и културно обслужване! Ами през юли, когато цялото ви семейство е на вилата, а неотложни литературни ангажименти ви задържат в града — на верандата, в сянката на асмата, в златното петно върху белоснежната покривка чиния супа прентаниер? Помните ли, Амвросий? Защо ли ви питам! По устните ви разбирам, че помните. Сьомга, бяла риба — с тях ли ще ни смайвате? Виж бекасините — големите и малките, ами горските бекаси, когато им е сезонът, ами пъдпъдъците, дъждосвирците? Ами газираната вода, която ви бълбука в гърлото?! Но стига, ти се отвличаш, читателю! След мен! …”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“Lately, she found herself thinking about Brent a lot, and for the first time, feeling angry. Because she had been twelve years old and all she'd wanted was a safe place, and now she was twenty-five and she wanted the same thing, and life shouldn't be so fucking hard, you shouldn't have to give so fucking much.”
― Kelly Braffet, Save Yourself

“Man needs money and power before he acquires mate. His value determines what is on offer.”
― Tanya Thompson, Red Russia

“Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“It seemed the two held forth on parallel tracks, confident of meeting somewhere in infinity.”
― Denis Johnson, Tree of Smoke

“R wrote Delahaye about all that had happened to him and about what he, R, wanted:

My friend,

You’re eating white flour and mud in your pigsty. I don’t miss Charleville. I don’t miss being a bored pig where the sun dries up all brains but sloth. Your brains or feelings’re being dried up: dead pig Delahaye.

Emotions are the movers of this world.

Me: I’m thirsty. What I’m thirsty for—whom I’m thirsty for—I can’t get so I drink poisons. I’ve got to free myself. From what? Pain? Oh—for more poisons. Maybe more poisons’ll come and I’ll go so far, I’ll emerge. Something is trying to emerge from this mess.

I don’t know how.”
― Kathy Acker, In Memoriam to Identity