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  • #1
    Richard  Adams
    “My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.”
    Richard Adams, Watership Down

  • #2
    Ronald Wright
    “John Steinbeck once said that socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.”
    Ronald Wright, A Short History of Progress

  • #3
    Cormac McCarthy
    “It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.”
    Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West
    tags: 248, war

  • #4
    G.K. Chesterton
    “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
    G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions

  • #5
    Aldous Huxley
    “Don't try to behave as though you were essentially sane and naturally good. We're all demented sinners in the same cosmic boat - and the boat is perpetually sinking.”
    Aldous Huxley, Island

  • #6
    Aldous Huxley
    “Give us this day our daily Faith, but deliver us, dear God, from Belief.

    Faith is something very different from belief. Belief is the systematic taking of unanalyzed words much too seriously. Paul's words, Mohammed's words, Marx's words, Hitler's words---people take them too seriously, and what happens? What happens is the senseless ambivalence of history---sadism versus duty, or (incomparably worse) sadism as duty; devotion counterbalanced by organized paranoia; sisters of charity selflessly tending the victims of their own church's inquisitors and crusaders. Faith, on the contrary, can never be taken too seriously. For Faith is the empirically justified confidence in our capacity to know who in fact we are, to forget the belief-intoxicated Manichee in Good Being.”
    Aldous Huxley, Island

  • #7
    Aldous Huxley
    “We cannot reason ourselves out of our basic irrationality. All we can do is learn the art of being irrational in a reasonable way.”
    Aldous Huxley, Island

  • #8
    Aldous Huxley
    “Armaments, universal debt, and planned obsolescence—those are the three pillars of Western prosperity. If war, waste, and moneylenders were abolished, you'd collapse. And while you people are overconsuming the rest of the world sinks more and more deeply into chronic disaster.”
    Aldous Huxley, Island

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #10
    Cormac McCarthy
    “He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #11
    Thom Jones
    “when you hate daylight, when you hate anything, you will develop a certain ambiguity about life and you get reckless in your habits.”
    Thom Jones

  • #12
    Thom Jones
    “Human behavior, ninety-eight percent of it, is an abomination.”
    Thom Jones, The Pugilist at Rest

  • #13
    Tim O'Brien
    “And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It's about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.”
    Tim O'Brien

  • #14
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
    That we may record our emptiness.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it in the slow movement of
    the hands of a clock.

    people so tired
    mutilated
    either by love or no love.

    people just are not good to each other
    one on one.

    the rich are not good to the rich
    the poor are not good to the poor.

    we are afraid.

    our educational system tells us
    that we can all be
    big-ass winners.

    it hasn't told us
    about the gutters
    or the suicides.

    or the terror of one person
    aching in one place
    alone

    untouched
    unspoken to

    watering a plant.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    John Steinbeck
    “Two gallons is a great deal of wine, even for two paisanos. Spiritually the jugs maybe graduated thus: Just below the shoulder of the first bottle, serious and concentrated conversation. Two inches farther down, sweetly sad memory. Three inches more, thoughts of old and satisfactory loves. An inch, thoughts of bitter loves. Bottom of the first jug, general and undirected sadness. Shoulder of the second jug, black, unholy despondency. Two fingers down, a song of death or longing. A thumb, every other song each one knows. The graduations stop here, for the trail splits and there is no certainty. From this point anything can happen.”
    John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat

  • #18
    Charles Manson
    “it seems a shame to have to sneak to get to the truth.To make the truth such a dirty old nasty thing.You gotta sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemned.The truth is in the gas chamber.The truth has been in your stockyards.Your slaughterhouses.The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emtying your garbage.The truth is in your ghettos.In your jails.In your young love,not in your courts or congress where the old set judgement on the young.What the hell do the old know about the young?They put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell you that he's your father, worship him.Look at the madness that goes on, you can't prove anything that happened yesterday.Now is the only thing that's real.Everyday, every reality is a new reality.Every new reality is a new horizon,a brand new experience of living.I got a note last night from a friend of mine.He writes in this note that he's afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i save mine.You can't prove anything.There's nothing to prove.Every man judges himself.He knows what he is. You know what you are, as i know what i am,we all know what we are.Nobody can stand in judgement, they can play like they're standing in judgement.They can play like they stand in judgement and take you off and control the masses, with your human body.They can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you in crosses like they did in the past,but it doesn't amount to anything. What they're doing is, they're only persecuting a reflection of themselves. They're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves,the truth.”
    Charles Manson

  • #19
    William Carlos Williams
    “We sit and talk,
    quietly, with long lapses of silence
    and I am aware of the stream
    that has no language, coursing
    beneath the quiet heaven of
    your eyes
    which has no speech”
    William Carlos Williams, Paterson

  • #20
    Knut Hamsun
    “The intelligent poor individual was a much finer observer than the intelligent rich one. The poor individual looks around him at every step, listens suspiciously to every word he hears from the people he meets; thus, every step he takes presents a problem, a task, for his thoughts and feelings. He is alert and sensitive, he is experienced, his soul has been burned...”
    Knut Hamsun, Hunger

  • #21
    Knut Hamsun
    “...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.”
    Knut Hamsun, Hunger

  • #22
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I tell you, the old-fashioned doctor who treated all diseases has completely disappeared, now there are only specialists, and they advertise all the time in the newspapers. If your nose hurts, they send you to Paris: there's a European specialist there, he treats noses. You go to Paris, he examines your nose: I can treat only your right nostril, he says, I don't treat left nostrils, it's not my specialty, but after me, go to Vienna, there's a separate specialist there who will finish treating your left nostril.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #23
    Erich Fromm
    “A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet "for sale", who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. He cannot help doubting himself and his own convictions, if not his sanity. He cannot help suffering, even though he can experience moments of joy and clarity that are absent in the life of his "normal" contemporaries. Not rarely will he suffer from neurosis that results from the situation of a sane man living in an insane society, rather than that of the more conventional neurosis of a sick man trying to adapt himself to a sick society. In the process of going further in his analysis, i.e. of growing to greater independence and productivity,his neurotic symptoms will cure themselves.”
    Erich fromm, The Art of Being

  • #24
    Gregory Corso
    “Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.”
    Gregory Corso

  • #25
    T.S. Eliot
    “Before a Cat will condescend
    To treat you as a trusted friend,
    Some little token of esteem
    Is needed, like a dish of cream;
    And you might now and then supply
    Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,
    Some potted grouse, or salmon paste —
    He's sure to have his personal taste.
    (I know a Cat, who makes a habit
    Of eating nothing else but rabbit,
    And when he's finished, licks his paws
    So's not to waste the onion sauce.)
    A Cat's entitled to expect
    These evidences of respect.
    And so in time you reach your aim,
    And finally call him by his name.”
    T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats

  • #26
    Alfred North Whitehead
    “We think in generalities, but we live in details.”
    Alfred North Whitehead

  • #27
    Arthur Schopenhauer
    “Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.”
    Arthur Schopenhauer

  • #28
    George Orwell
    “People are wrong when they think that an unemployed man only worries about losing his wages; on the contrary, an illiterate man, with the work habit in his bones, needs work even more than he needs money. An educated man can put up with enforced idleness, which is one of the worst evils of poverty. But a man like Paddy, with no means of filling up time, is as miserable out of work as a dog on the chain. That is why it is such nonsense to pretend that those who have 'come down in the world' are to be pitied above all others.
    The man who really merits pity is the man who has been down from the start,
    and faces poverty with a blank, resourceless mind.”
    George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London

  • #29
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

  • #30
    James Joyce
    “He had neither companions nor friends, church nor creed. He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives at Christmas and escorting them to the cemetery when they died. He performed these two social duties for old dignity's sake but conceded nothing further to the conventions which regulate the civic life.”
    James Joyce, Dubliners



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