Marge Salido

“Aesthetic value emanates from the struggle between texts: in the reader, in language, in the classroom, in arguments within a society. Aesthetic value rises out of memory, and so (as Nietzsche saw) out of pain, the pain of surrendering easier pleasures in favour of much more difficult ones ... successful literary works are achieved anxieties, not releases from anxieties.”
― Harold Bloom, The Western Canon: The Books and School of the Ages

“Together let us hold the intention that all aspects of this living planet come together in love, acceptance, and celebration of both our diversities and commonalities. Let us possess the common purpose that we heal from our hearts into compassion and forgiveness for ourselves. Together let us own the belief that we will no longer unite with blame and judgement, but come to accept that we all carry the same wounds. In acknowledging this, the hope is for the whole planet in its jubilant diversity to be healed from any and all woundings so that we come together on equal footing, living in peace and joy and setting the tone for a future of harmony within and on this planet.
Peace to all and healing to all.”
― Wendy E. Slater, Of the Flame, Poems - Volume 15

“Incipit comoedia. Ἀλήθεια is forgotten. But everything lives on this forgotten forgottenness. In the prologue of the machination of the framework (creatio), the mere masks are converted into the persons. Personality is created. What is alive can be represented only as person. Blind screaming for the personal Thou counts as the ultimate in thoughtfulness. The paths of thinking have been abandoned long ago—admittedly in such a way that this wild flight in the face of thinking (i.e., in the face of the withstanding of the belongingness to the essentially occurring essence, to the provenance of Ἀλήθεια) appears to be the victory of thinking and therefore at the lowest stage of the decline is not afraid to present thinking as a believing.”
― Martin Heidegger, The Event

“Well, boy, if he's an angel, he's sure a murderin’ angel.”
― Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels: A Novel of the Civil War