lilac wine

“There is nothing in this world of value... nothing worth risking our lives for... except perhaps... what little we can create for ourselves.”
― Yukito Kishiro, Gunnm

“Try and penetrate with our limited means the secrets of nature and you will find that, behind all the descernible laws and connections, there remains something subtle, intangible and inexplicable. Veneration for this force beyond anything that we can comprehend is my religion. To that extent I am, in fact, religious.”
― Albert Einstein

“Ah, My poor boy! You can't fight fate - did I neglect to teach you that? People cannot choose where, when and into what conditions they are born. From the moment of birth, each person must live on life's terms. The world is cruel. But that's only natural. We begin life as a chemical reaction... The soul non-existent... The mind merely synaptic sparks... Human existence but a shadow of memory and information. We live alone, as we must - in a godless, merciless world... and yet... we LIVE! That is the SECRET of FREE WILLl! It may be inevitable that, so young, you buckled under the burden of the world's karma. You may aspire to good! You may aspire to evil! You may grope to find your path! But, unless you are ALIVE... ...well, my boy - unless you are alive, no talent will ever bear fruit!”
― Yukito Kishiro, Gunnm

“Ruke. Svemu su krive ruke. To je kod nas i kod majmuna koji jedini medju životinjama imamo ruke!
I gledao je ruke. Ruke pametne i vrijedne, svemoćne i lukave, strašne, zločinačke ruke. Mogu se stisnuti u šaku, raširiti u lepezu i sklopiti u najropskiju molitvu. Njima se može dohvatiti nož i pištolj i protivnički grkljan…
Rukama se može zadaviti!
Ta ga je činjenica zaprepastila. Ovim istim rukama kojima se miluje draga po kosi i pas niz dlaku, kojima se odmahuju pozdravi i šalju poljupci onima koji odlaze ili onima koji ostaju… Ruke rade, grade, stvaraju, onda opet uništavaju i ruše što su stvorile. Lude ruke. Ruke hvataju ruke, uvjeravaju se stiskom o medjusobnom prijateljstvu, bratstvu, solidarnosti i vjernosti do smrti, zatim ruke ustaju protiv ruku, bore se protiv ruku, sakate ruke. Ruke ubijaju ruke. Ruke ubojice. Svemu su krive ruke, to je jasno. A da nema ruku? — nosovi bi nam se izdužili u surle ubilačke, bili bismo mali dvonožni opaki slonovi.”
― Ranko Marinković, Ruke