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  • #1
    Bram Stoker
    “Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #2
    Bram Stoker
    “Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #3
    Bram Stoker
    “We learn from failure, not from success!”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #4
    Bram Stoker
    “There is a reason why all things are as they are.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #5
    Henry David Thoreau
    “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #6
    Milan Kundera
    “Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #7
    Milan Kundera
    “There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.

    A man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down.

    Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

    In existential mathematics that experience takes the form of two basic equations: The degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
    Milan Kundera, Slowness

  • #8
    Milan Kundera
    “Speed is the form of ecstasy the technical revolution has bestowed on man. As opposed to a motorcyclist, the runner is always present in his body, forever required to think about his blisters, his exhaustion; when he runs he feels his weight, his age, more conscious than ever of himself and of his time of life. This all changes when man delegates the faculty of speed to a machine: from then on, his own body is outside the process, and he gives over to a speed that is noncorporeal, nonmaterial, pure speed, speed itself, ecstasy speed.”
    Milan Kundera, Slowness

  • #9
    Milan Kundera
    “I beg you friend, be happy. I have the vague sense that on your capacity to be happy hangs our only hope.”
    Milan Kundera , Slowness

  • #10
    C.S. Lewis
    “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
    C.S. Lewis

  • #11
    Shel Silverstein
    “Underneath my outside face
    There's a face that none can see.
    A little less smiley,
    A little less sure,
    But a whole lot more like me.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

  • #12
    Shel Silverstein
    “There are no happy endings.
    Endings are the saddest part,
    So just give me a happy middle
    And a very happy start.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

  • #13
    Shel Silverstein
    “Talked my head off
    Worked my tail off
    Cried my eyes out
    Walked my feet off
    Sang my heat out
    So you see,
    There's really not much left of me.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It



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