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“Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

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

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”
― William S. Burroughs

“Some people standby you in your darkest hour while others walk away; only a select few march towards you and become even closer friends.”
― Jeffrey Archer, Only Time Will Tell

“I am not young enough to know everything.”
― Oscar Wilde

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark

“No you can't take a pistol and plug a girl you don't even know simply because she attracts you.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark

“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“The world doesn't make sense until you force it to.”
― Frank Miller

“Giants isn't eating each other either, the BFG said. Nor is giants killing each other. Giants is not very lovely, but they is not killing each other. Nor is crockadowndillies killing other crockadowndillies. Nor is pussy-cats killing pussy-cats.

'They kill mice,' Sophie said.

'Ah, but they is not killing their own kind,' the BFG said. 'Human beans is the only animals that is killing their own kind.'

'Don't poisonous snakes kill each other?' Sophie asked. She was searching desperately for another creature that behaved as badly as the human.

'Even poisnowse snakes is never killing each other,' the BFG said. 'Nor is the most fearsome creatures like tigers and rhinostossterisses. None of them is ever killing their own kind. Has you ever thought about that?'

Sophie kept silent.

'I is not understanding human beans at all,' the BFG said.' You is a human bean and you is saying it is grizzling and horrigust for giants to be eating human beans. Right or left?'

'Right,' Sophie said.

'But human beans is squishing each other all the time,' the BFG said. 'They is shootling guns and going up in
aerioplanes to drop their bombs on each other's heads every week. Human beans is always killing other human beans.'

He was right. Of course he was right and Sophie knew it. She was beginning to wonder whether humans were actually any better than giants. 'Even so,' she said, defending her own race, I' think it's rotten that those foul giants should go off every night to eat humans. Humans have never done them any harm.'

'That is what the little piggy-wig is saying every day,' the BFG answered. 'He is saying, "I has never done any harm to the human bean so why should he be eating me?'"

'Oh dear,' Sophie said.

'The human beans is making rules to suit themselves,' the BFG went on. 'But the rules they is making do not suit the little piggy-wiggies. Am I right or left?'

'Right,' Sophie said.

'Giants is also making rules. Their rules is not suiting the human beans. Everybody is making his own rules to suit himself.”
― Roald Dahl, The BFG

“Maybe the hairs on my head were numbered" she went on with a sudden serious sweetness "but nobody could ever count my love for you".”
― O. Henry

“And the most poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from the chorus.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“It was all because of his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing great-great-grandfather!”
― Louis Sachar, Holes

“There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.”
― Louis Sachar, Holes

“Баба ме учеше да плетам со розов конец од расплетен елек што го имав надраснато. Тоа мора да беа самите почетоци на рециклирањето.”
― Јулијана Величковска, Годишни времиња

“. Јас немам дом, Марла. Дома е само момент, само миг за мене. Краток. Кога ќе погледнам во нечии очи и тие ме гледаат за возврат. Кога пијам зелен чај, како оној донесен од патувањето. Како вртење во круг. Или возење во стара дупла од ЈСП. Дома е кога врне дожд и преде мачка во исто време. Или додека возам велосипед. Кога зјапам во пламенче. Јас немам дом. Постојано место на живеење. Тоа се моменти на кои се навраќам или ги измислувам. Дома не е константа за мене, Марла. Не како што е тоа за вас, другите.”
― Јулијана Величковска, Годишни времиња

“Ако некогаш сепак учествувам во маскенбал - ќе одам во пижами. Не, за да се маскирам во пациент. Туку, за да си бидам своја. Без етикети, без титули. Ќе одам на маскенбал без каква било маска. Ете така.”
― Јулијана Величковска, Годишни времиња

“Ако бев добар човек, ќе ги разберев растојанијата помеѓу луѓето. Никогаш не ги разбирав во потполнист. Не нучив кое е идеалното времетраење на една прегратка. Кој е идеалниот стисок. Треба ли само да ја прегрнеш личноста што ја поздравуваш така срдечно или треба и да ја бакнеш. Да ја бакнеш навистина в образ или на божемски, онака во воздух. Не научив многу нешта. Ти ме напушти прерано. Сивото мече немаше одговор на моите прашања.”
― Јулијана Величковска, Годишни времиња

“What kind of world does one see when one experiences it from the point of view of two and not one? What is the world like when it is experienced, developed and lived from the point of view of difference and not identity? That is what I believe love to be.”
― Alain Badiou, In Praise of Love

“What you loved as a child, you will love forever.”
― Francesca Zappia, Made You Up

“Bill: Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.”
― Quentin Tarantino, Kill Bill

“Кога почнав да пијам алкохол, секогаш ме удираше на брзо размислување, оригинални идеи, ефикасни решенија и инспиративна уметничка креативност.
И на жени.”
― Игор Џамбазов, Прирачник за анти антиалкохоличари

“Бурекот и алкохолот се стратешки партнери.
Постојат луѓе кои сабјлечки одат на бурек за да може после мирно да пијат. Си прават подлога.
А постојат и луѓе кои за подлога веќе имаат алкохол,
па одат малку на бурек, од заебанција.
Таков сум ти јас.
Бурек, па алкохол.
Алкохол, па бурек.
Тоа е лајфстајл.
Тоа е културно-историска знаменитост.
Бурекот треба да има свој државен празник.
А нам ни е и така секој ден државен празник.”
― Игор Џамбазов, Прирачник за анти антиалкохоличари

“Луѓе мои.
Тоа се оние моменти во животот кога знаеш дека тој со кого седиш во моментот го гледаш за последен пат.
Се гушнавме силно.
Почнавме нежно да се бакнуваме.
И тогаш, го направивме тоа што го одложувавме со недели. Со месеци. Со милениуми.
...Крајот на прикаската се случи уште пред да почне.”
― Игор Џамбазов

“Life begins where fear ends.”
― Osho Bhagwam Shree Rajneesh

“We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.”
― John Marsden, The Dead of Night