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  • #1
    J.G. Ballard
    “It is random discharges of this type, set off by the creation of anti-galaxies in space, which have led to the depletion of the time store available to the materials of our own solar system. Just as a super-saturated solution will discharge itself into a crystalline mass, so the super-saturation of our solar system leads to its appearance in a parallel spatial matrix. As more and more time leaks away, the process of super-saturation continues, the original atoms and molecules producing spatial replicas of themselves, substance without mass, in an attempt to increase their foothold upon existence. The process is theoretically without end, and it may be possible for a single atom to produce an infinite number of duplicates of itself, and so fill the entire universe, from which simultaneously all time is expired, an ultimate macrocosmic zero beyond the wildest dreams of Plato and Democritus.”
    J.G. Ballard, The Crystal World

  • #2
    Bret Easton Ellis
    “The director mentions the whispers about Clifton's sexual orientation, a supposed gig on a porn site years ago, a rumor about a very famous actor and a tryst in Santa Barbara and Clifton's denial in a Rolling Stone cover story about the very famous actor's new movie which Clifton had a small part in: 'We're so into girls it's ridiculous.”
    Bret Easton Ellis, Imperial Bedrooms

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #4
    Iain Banks
    “Willy, one of the guys at the distillery, comes up with what Oliver and I agree is the best definition of what a 'dram' actually is: 'A measure of whisky that is pleasing to both guest and host.”
    Iain Banks

  • #5
    Albert Camus
    “Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.”
    Albert Camus

  • #6
    Anthony Burgess
    “So we got hold of him and cracked him with a few good horrorshow tolchocks, but he still went on singing.”
    Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

  • #7
    Douglas Coupland
    “Truth be told, John said, the one thing in this world I want more than anything else is a great big crowbar, to jimmy myself open and take whatever creature that's sitting inside and shake it clean like a rug and then rinse it in a cold, clear lake like up in Oregon, and then I want to put it under the sun to let it heal and dry and grow and sit and come to consciousness again with a clear and quiet mind.”
    Douglas Coupland, Miss Wyoming

  • #8
    Irvine Welsh
    “You pushed me away mister. You rejected me. You tricked me and spoiled things between me and my true love. I've seen you before. Long ago, just lying there as you are now. Black, broken, dying, I was glad then and I'm glad now.”
    Irvine Welsh, Filth

  • #9
    Julie Kagawa
    “Ash!" I called. "What are you doing? Come on!"
    "Meghan." Ash's voice despite the pain below the surface, was calm. "I hope you find your brother. If you see Puck again tell him I regret having to step out of our duel."
    "Ash, no! Don't do this!"
    I felt him smile. "You made me feel alive again," he murmured.
    Screeching, the greemlins attacked.”
    Julie Kagawa, The Iron King

  • #10
    Charlaine Harris
    “Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.”
    Charlaine Harris, Dead as a Doornail

  • #11
    Markus Zusak
    “What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel
    So am I.'- Rudy”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #12
    Hubert Selby Jr.
    “It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul. Getting is living a lie, turning our back on the truth, and Visions are glimpses of the truth: Obviously nothing external can truly nurture my inner life, my Vision.”
    Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

  • #13
    M. Agueev
    “To begin with, I had never done any good deeds; besides, even if I had simply fabricated a few, I would not have enjoyed going on about them.”
    M. Ageyev, Novel with Cocaine

  • #14
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
    tags: love

  • #15
    Denis Johnson
    “And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.”
    Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

  • #16
    Philip K. Dick
    “On one hand she seems so agile, so athletic, and yet I've seen her appear so awkward that it embarrassed me. She gives the impression of a hard, worldly adroitness, and in some situations she's like an adolescent: rigid with ancient, middle class attitudes, unable to think for herself, falling back on old verities...victim of her family teaching, shocked by what shocks people, wanting what people usually want. She wants a home, a husband, and her idea of a husband is a man who earns a certain amount of money, helps around the garden, does the dishes...the idea of a good husband that's found in This Week magazine; a viewpoint from the most ordinary stratum, that great ubiquitous world of family life, transmitted from generation to generation. Despite her wild language.”
    Philip K. Dick, Confessions of a Crap Artist



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