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  • #1
    Stephen  King
    “A book is like a pump. It gives nothing unless first you give to it. You prime a pump with your own water, you work the handle with your own strength. You do this because you expect to get back more than you give.”
    Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis

  • #2
    André Breton
    “Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.”
    Andre Breton, Nadja

  • #3
    Marquis de Sade
    “Those who are unhappy
    clutch at shadows, and to
    give themselves an enjoyment
    that truth refuses them, they
    artfully bring into being all
    sorts of illusions.”
    Marquis de Sade, The Crimes of Love

  • #4
    Bertrand Russell
    “All that alcohol does for them is to liberate the sense of sin, which reason suppresses in saner moments.”
    Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness

  • #5
    Truman Capote
    “Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
    "She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
    "Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

  • #6
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #7
    Lang Leav
    “Three Questions What was it like to love him? asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. What was it like to lose him? asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every good-bye ever said to me—said all at once.”
    Lang Leav, Lullabies

  • #8
    Stephen  King
    “I suspect that fright, like pain, is one of those things that slip our minds once they have passed. What I do remember is a feeling I'd had before when I was down here, especially when I was walking this road by myself. It was a sense that reality is thin. I think it is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.”
    Stephen King, Bag of Bones

  • #9
    Pablo Neruda
    “Give me silence, water, hope
    Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #10
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

  • #11
    Caroline Knapp
    “Passivity is corrosive to the soul; it feeds on feelings of integrity and pride, and it can be as tempting as a drug.”
    Caroline Knapp, Drinking: A Love Story

  • #12
    Charles Dickens
    “The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”
    Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

  • #13
    Criss Jami
    “Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.”
    Criss Jami, Killosophy



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