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  • #1
    Douglas Adams
    “He had a tremendous propensity for getting lost when driving. This was largely because of his method of “Zen” navigation, which was simply to find any car that looked as if it knew where it was going and follow it. The results were more often surprising than successful, but he felt it was worth it for the sake of the few occasions when it was both.”
    Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
    tags: humor

  • #2
    Franz Kafka
    “In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #3
    Clementine von Radics
    “A long time ago, before I even met you,
    someone replaced my chest with a broken record.
    For years, it’s been stammering through
    the same old tune.
    I want you to know I’m trying.
    I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days
    I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer
    and farther apart.

    No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok
    since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
    I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
    will have to be enough”
    Clementine von Radics

  • #4
    Clementine von Radics
    “Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.”
    Clementine von Radics

  • #5
    Richard Kadrey
    “If his drunkenness had legs, it would be Alexander the Great and conquer the known world. Then it would puke for a week into a solid gold toilet it stole from Zeus's guest room.”
    Richard Kadrey, Kill the Dead

  • #6
    Richard Kadrey
    “This is where you first failed us. You gave us minds and told us not to think. You gave us curiosity and put a booby-trapped tree right in front of us. You gave us sex and told us not to do it. You played three-card monte with our souls from day one, and when we couldn't find the queen, you sent us to Hell to be tortured for eternity. That was your great plan for humanity? All you gave us here was daisies and fairy tales and you acted like that was enough. How were we supposed to resist evil when you didn't even tell us about it?”
    Richard Kadrey, Aloha from Hell

  • #7
    Kevin Hearne
    “No, they're contemporary witch hunters, based in Russia."
    The crease deepened. "Hold on a moment. They sound like assholes?"
    I blinked, uncertain I'd heard him correctly. "I beg your pardon?"
    Jesus grimaced and pointed at his head. "It's this tiny human brain-I have to have a filing system for all this information or I can't keep track of it all. It sounds like these guys would be filed under Assholes Who Do Evil Shit in My Name."
    "Jesus. I mean, wow. That's the name of one of your files?"
    "One of my largest, unfortunately.”
    Kevin Hearne, Hammered

  • #8
    Richard Kadrey
    “Imagine all of L.A. filled with windup men wandering empty-headed and waiting for orders and directions and purpose. That’s L.A. in a nutshell. A city of driven creatures, but no one is a hundred percent sure what they’re driven toward. Wealth. Fame. Power. Love. Revenge. These are all the obvious end points for the citizens of a spectral city, but none of them quite encompass a final goal. That’s more fragile. Something that slips away like smoke the moment it’s in your hands. It’s a moonshine cocktail of desperation and desire, the certainty that you can find perfection through sheer willpower and the cold terror that if you do reach the goal it will have twisted into something new. A new fevered need born of the search for this one. Searching for the next goal will breed another. And on and on. L.A. and Kill City full of Pinocchios with whirring gears for brains, all wanting to be real boys but sunk in the certainty that they’ll never become anything because they’re nothing. They came from nothing and are headed for a further and harder nothing.”
    Richard Kadrey, Kill City Blues

  • #9
    John Scalzi
    “Even then, retailers learned early that shoppers prefer their shopping suggestions not be too truthful. One of the great unwritten chapters of retail intelligence programming featured a “personal shopper” program that all-too-accurately modeled the shoppers’ desires and outputted purchase ideas based on what shoppers really wanted as opposed to what they wanted known that they wanted. This resulted in one overcompensatingly masculine test user receiving suggestions for an anal plug and a tribute art book for classic homoerotic artist Tom of Finland, while a female test user in the throes of a nasty divorce received suggestions for a small handgun, a portable bandsaw, and several gallons of an industrial solvent used to reduce organic matter to an easily drainable slurry.”
    John Scalzi, The Android's Dream

  • #10
    John Scalzi
    “One of the great unwritten chapters of retail intelligence programming featured a “personal shopper” program that all-too-accurately modeled the shoppers’ desires and outputted purchase ideas based on what shoppers really wanted as opposed to what they wanted known that they wanted. This resulted in one overcompensatingly masculine test user receiving suggestions for an anal plug and a tribute art book for classic homoerotic artist Tom of Finland, while a female test user in the throes of a nasty divorce received suggestions for a small handgun, a portable bandsaw, and several gallons of an industrial solvent used to reduce organic matter to an easily drainable slurry. After history’s first recorded instance of a focus group riot, the personal shopper program was extensively rewritten.”
    John Scalzi, The Android's Dream

  • #11
    Hermann Hesse
    “So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #12
    Ned Vizzini
    “I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #13
    David Foster Wallace
    “The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”
    David Foster Wallace

  • #14
    Margaret Atwood
    “I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

  • #15
    Jim  Butcher
    “Everything was perfectly healthy and normal here in Denial Land.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #16
    Jim  Butcher
    “We are not going to die."

    Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?"

    "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.”
    Jim Butcher, Dead Beat

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #18
    Richard Kadrey
    “Young man, there are some things in the world so profane that their only real value is in not knowing about them.”
    Richard Kadrey, Sandman Slim

  • #19
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #20
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #21
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “However, while being able to think about two things at the same time is a terribly convenient, the training it takes to get there is frustrating at best, and at other times rather disturbing.

    I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half of me where I'd hidden it, only to find I hadn't hidden the stone at all. I had merely been waiting to see how long I would look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #22
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #23
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #24
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #25
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #26
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “It doesn't eat meat." I said. "It's a herbivore. It's like a big cow."
    Denna looked at me and started to laugh. Not hysterical laughter, but the helpless laughter of someone who's just heard something so funny they can't help but bubble over with it. She put her hands over her mouth and shook with it, the only sound was a low huffing that escaped through her fingers.
    There was another flash of blue fire from below. Denna froze midlaugh, then took her hands away from her mouth. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and spoke softly with a slight quaver in her voice, "Mooooo.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #27
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I like your manly bravado," she said. "Do it some more.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #28
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “All stories are true,” Skarpi said. “But this one really happened, if that’s what you mean.” He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. “More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #29
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “What do you know of poetry?” Ambrose said without bothering to turn around. “I know a limping verse when I hear it,” I said. “But this isn’t even limping. A limp has rhythm. This is more like someone falling down a set of stairs. Uneven stairs. With a midden at the bottom.” “It is a sprung rhythm,” he said, his voice stiff and offended. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” “Sprung?” I burst out with an incredulous laugh. “I understand that if I saw a horse with a leg this badly ‘sprung,’ I’d kill it out of mercy, then burn its poor corpse for fear the local dogs might gnaw on it and die.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #30
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind



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