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“We are in the business of living, and the show must go on.”
― Nick Bostrom, Letter from Utopia

“If the distance between base and apex for you is eight kilometers, then to reach my dwellings would take a million light-year ascent. The altitude is outside moon and planets and all the stars your eyes can see. Beyond dreams. Beyond imagination.”
― Nick Bostrom, Letter from Utopia

“Utopia is the hope that the scattered fragments of good that we come across from time to time in our lives can be put together, one day, to reveal the shape of a new kind of life. The kind of life that yours should have been.”
― Nick Bostrom, Letter from Utopia

“Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos-Eaters and Choric Song

“Income tax returns are the most imaginative fiction being written today.”
― Herman Wouk

“Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos-Eaters and Choric Song

“Consider the matter dispassionately, Mr. Foster,
and you will see that no offence is so henious as unorthodoxy of behaviour.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and
doctors did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration," said Kovrin. "If Mahomed
had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked only two hours out of the twenty-four, and
had drunk milk, that remarkable man would have left no more trace after him than his dog.
Doctors and kind relations will succeed in stupefying mankind, in making mediocrity pass
for genius and in bringing civilisation to ruin. If only you knew.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Black Monk

“Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete ”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide

“Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina