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  • #1
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #2
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

  • #3
    Mark Twain
    “The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.”
    Mark Twain

  • #4
    Arthur Schopenhauer
    “The assumption that animals are without rights and the illusion that our treatment of them has no moral significance is a positively outrageous example of Western crudity and barbarity. Universal compassion is the only guarantee of morality.”
    Arthur Schopenhauer, The Basis of Morality

  • #5
    Cormac McCarthy
    “He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #6
    Gillian Flynn
    “For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child's boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word derivative as a criticism is itself derivative). We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blasé: Seeeen it. I've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.

    It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

    And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

    It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.

    I would have done anything to feel real again.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #7
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Not responding is a response - we are equally responsible for what we don't do.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals

  • #8
    “If slaughterhouses had glass walls, the whole world would be vegetarian.”
    Linda McCartney, Linda's Kitchen: Simple and Inspiring Recipes for Meals Without Meat

  • #9
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

  • #10
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Just how destructive does a culinary preference have to be before we decide to eat something else? If contributing to the suffering of billions of animals that live miserable lives and (quite often) die in horrific ways isn't motivating, what would be? If being the number one contributor to the most serious threat facing the planet (global warming) isn't enough, what is? And if you are tempted to put off these questions of conscience, to say not now, then when?”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals

  • #11
    John Green
    “Van Houten,
    I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time – and from what I saw, you have plenty – I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.
    Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
    I want to leave a mark.
    But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.
    (Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)
    We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless – epically useless in my current state – but I am an animal like any other.
    Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.
    People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.
    The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invented anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.
    After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
    A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
    What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #12
    Patrick Ness
    “Stories don't always have happy endings."

    This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.”
    Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

  • #13
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals

  • #14
    Octavia E. Butler
    “In order to rise
    From its own ashes
    A phoenix
    First
    Must
    Burn.”
    Octavia Butler, Parable of the Talents

  • #15
    Ming-Dao Deng
    “Whether we remain the ash or become the phoenix is up to us.”
    Deng Ming-Dao

  • #16
    “Rise and rise again and again
    like The Phoenix from the ashes;
    until the lambs have become lions.”
    Maitreya

  • #17
    Jessica Shirvington
    “Love will kill us all." He said sadly. "First it makes us lie furiously so we can be what me must in order to appear deserving. Then, it tears us apart with raw truth. Whether we are man, exile or angel - It doesn't matter. For us all, the nature of truth is unforgiving.”
    Jessica Shirvington, Emblaze

  • #18
    Jessica Shirvington
    “If I spent all my time fearing the things I should, I'd never stop screaming.”
    Jessica Shirvington, Emblaze
    tags: fear

  • #19
    Jessica Shirvington
    “I give it to you now because, child of soldier, child of man, child of angel, it is not necessary to win the battle, if in the end, you win the war.”
    Jessica Shirvington, Emblaze

  • #20
    Jessica Shirvington
    “We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.” Oscar Wilde”
    Jessica Shirvington, Emblaze

  • #21
    “The greatest ethical test that we're ever going to face is the treatment of those who are at our mercy.”
    Lyn White

  • #22
    Arundhati Roy
    “To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”
    Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

  • #23
    Arundhati Roy
    “That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #24
    Arundhati Roy
    “And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #25
    Arundhati Roy
    “The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”
    Arundhati Roy

  • #26
    Arundhati Roy
    “Change is one thing. Acceptance is another.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #27
    Arundhati Roy
    “This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #28
    Arundhati Roy
    “But what was there to say?

    Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

    Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #29
    Arundhati Roy
    “Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #30
    Arundhati Roy
    “Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
    Arundhati Roy



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