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“Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle - broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would ... ... but I'm a man of thirty - of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again ... ”
― Frank Miller, Batman: The Dark Knight Returns

“How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“Mr Suttree in what year did your greatuncle Jeffrey pass away?
It was in 1884.
Did he die by natural causes?
No sir.
And what were the circumstances surrounding his death?
He was taking part in a public function when the platform gave way.
Our information is that he was hanged for a homicide.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“When reason fails, the devil helps!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“Want and boredom are indeed the twin poles of human life.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

“Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily.
Every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should
meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and
swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into
the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken
to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs,
dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one’s
master. And every day without fail one should consider himself
as dead.”
― Yamamoto Tsunetomo, Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai

“Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves; or there would be wars, massacres, and murders; so that in the end mankind would inflict more suffering on itself than it has now to accept at the hands of Nature.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer, Studies in Pessimism