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“دق که ندانی که چیست گرفتم دق که ندانی تو خانم زیبا
حال تمامَم از آن تو بادا گرچه ندارم خانه در این‌جا خانه در آن‌جا
سَر که ندارم که طشت بیاری که سر دَهَمَت سر
با توام ایرانه خانم زیبا
شانه کنی یا نکنی آن همه مو را فرق سرت باز منم باز کنی یا نکنی باز
آینه بنگر به پشت سر آینه بنگر به زیرزمین با تو منم خانم زیبا
چهره اگر صدهزارسال بماند آن پشت با تو که من پشت پرده‌ام آن‌جا
کاکل از آن سوی قاره‌ها بپرانی یا نپرانی با تو خدایی برهنه‌ام آن‌جا
بی‌تو گدایم ببین گدای کوچه‌ی دنیا
با توام ایرانه خانم زیبا
خاطره‌ای از تو هیچ نیاید خویش بیایی عور بیایی
فکری هیچم کنی هم تو کنارم با توام ای ایرانه خانم زیبا
دق که ندانی که چیست گرفتم دق که ندانی تو خانم زیبا
با توام ایرانه خانم زیبا
جا نگدازی مرا که می‌دوم از خود زیرزمین! آی وطن! زن!”
― رضا براهنی

“Shut your eyes and see.”
― James Joyce

“You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“هان، کجاست
پایتخت این کج‌آیین قرن دیوانه؟
با شبانِ روشنش چون روز،
روزهای تنگ و تارش، چون شب اندر قعر افسانه.
با قلاع سهمگین سخت و ستوارش،
با لئیمانه تبسم کردن دروازه‌هایش، سرد و بیگانه.

هان، کجاست؟
پایتخت این دژآئین قرنِ پرآشوب.
قرن شکلک‌چهر،
برگذشته از مدار ماه،
لیک بس دور از قرار مهر.”
― مهدی اخوان ثالث

“Call me Ishmael.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“For God's sake, be economical with your lamps and candles! not a gallon you burn, but at least one drop of man's blood was spilled for it.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“No, you can't go getting mad at people because they're shitty. Life will get mad at them, don't worry..”
― Justin Halpern, Sh*t My Dad Says

“There seem to be a lot of gay people there...Oh please, as if that's what I meant by that. Trust me, none of them would ever want to fuck you anyway. They're gay, not blind.”
― Justin Halpern, Sh*t My Dad Says

“Democracy ain't so fun when it fucks you.”
― Justin Halpern, Sh*t My Dad Says

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I wish I were a Russian. It's so exciting.”
― J.P. Donleavy, The Ginger Man

“What my mother didn’t yet know about being gay in the South was that you never ran out of material, that being secretly gay your whole life, averting your eyes every time you saw a handsome man, praying on your knees every time a sexual thought entered your mind or every time you’d acted even remotely feminine—this gave you an embarrassment of sins for which you constantly felt the need to apologize, repent, beg forgiveness.”
― Garrard Conley, Boy Erased: A Memoir

“The first rule of Bi Club is that you can talk about Bi Club all you want, because most people won't believe it's real anyway.”
― Lindsay King-Miller, Ask a Queer Chick: A Guide to Sex, Love, and Life for Girls Who Dig Girls

“Feminism is the theory. Lesbianism is the practice.”
― Alison Bechdel, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic

“My homosexuality remained at that point purely theoretical, an untested hypothesis. But it was a hypothesise so thorough and so convincing I saw no reason not to share it immediately.”
― Alison Bechdel, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic

“Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.”
― Alison Bechdel, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic

“Damn it all, MacMurrough, are you telling me you are an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort?’
‘If you mean am I Irish, the answer is yes.”
― Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

“Literature cannot develop between the categories "permitted"—"not permitted"—"this you can and that you can't." Literature that is not the air of its contemporary society, that dares not warn in time against threatening moral and social dangers, such literature does not deserve the name of literature; it is only a facade. Such literature loses the confidence of its own people, and its published works are used as waste paper instead of being read.
-Letter to the Fourth National Congress of Soviet Writers”
― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

“Yes, you live with your feet in the mud and there's no time to be thinking about how you got in or how you're going to get out.”
― Alexander Solzhenitsyn, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

“Work, he said, was a first-rate medicine for any illness.”
― Alexander Solzhenitsyn, One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich

“The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change it's shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. I was there in the room. I remeber.”
― Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

“The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure.”
― Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

“It's a totally ridiculous, completely unsexy word. If you use it during sex, trying to be politically correct-- "Darling, could you stroke my vagina?"-- you kill the act right there. I'm worried about vaginas, what we call them and don't call them.”
― Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

“In the United States, the last recorded clitoridectomy for curing masturbation was performed in 1948--on a five year old girl.”
― Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

“New Year’s Eve is like any other eve to me: I drink.”
― Charles Bukowski, More Notes of a Dirty Old Man: The Uncollected Columns

“God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like anybody else, I like something that tends to last.”
― Charles Bukowski, More Notes of a Dirty Old Man: The Uncollected Columns

“To be young is the only religion.”
― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

“Beautiful thoughts, and beautiful women never last.”
― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

“One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.”
― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

“First of all read Céline; the greatest writer of 2,000 years”
― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man