Abel > Abel's Quotes

“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. ”
― William S. Burroughs

“The map is not the territory.”
― Alfred Korzybski

“A creative life cannot be sustained by approval any more than it can be destroyed by criticism.”
― Will Self

“Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea for ever.”
― Will Self

“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.”
― Philip K. Dick, I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon

“From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.”
― Groucho Marx

“The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.”
― John Berger, Ways of Seeing

“A friend to all is a friend to none.”
― Aristotle

“I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it.”
― Harry Nilsson

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”
― Jim Henson

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“People truly engaged in life have messy houses.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

“I couldn't be bothered to deal with fixing things. I preferred to wallow in the problem, dream of better days.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.”
― David Lynch

“I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.”
― Mitch Hedberg

“I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name 'em, I ate 'em.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.”
― Georges Simenon

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
― Mark Twain

“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“Love truth, but pardon error.”
― Voltaire

“He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

“We did our best to understand the murder: the murderer was a part of our lives; not so the victim.”
― Jerzy Kosiński, Steps

“We will live on mangoes and love.”
― Breece D'J Pancake

“I had been grateful for her willingness to keep in touch. If I was not there to see my children each night when they came home from school, to have dinners with them and do homework and take them shopping and work on school assignments, I could at least get regular updates from her. How would I be a parent to them now?”
― Shulem Deen, All Who Go Do Not Return

“Family hug,” I would announce as the children prepared to leave, after they were bundled into their coats and hats and mittens, and the six of us would gather near the door and squeeze together in a tight circle. “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,” we would all go, puckering lips against cheeks and foreheads.”
― Shulem Deen, All Who Go Do Not Return

“Blue that was unstable and misbehaved when left in skin. Blue like the sea that had taken his father. Blue, for his mother’s sake, and for the true colour of every bereaved and bloodless heart when it is collapsing.”
― Sarah Hall, The Electric Michelangelo

“Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.”
― Howard Phillips Lovecraft