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“There’s nothing as unstoppable as a freight train full of fuck-yeah.”
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
“Imagine what our world would be like if everyone loved themselves so much that they weren’t threatened by other people’s opinions or skin colors or sexual preferences or talents or education or possessions or lack of possessions or religious beliefs or customs or their general tendency to just be whoever the hell they are.”
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
― You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life
“When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
― Poems New and Collected
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
― Poems New and Collected
“Literature could turn you into an asshole: he’d learned that teaching grad-school seminars. It could teach you to treat real people the way you did characters, as instruments of your own intellectual pleasure, cadavers on which to practice your critical faculties.”
― The Art of Fielding
― The Art of Fielding
“There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things. A Confession was a book like that. In it, Tolstoy related a Russian fable about a man who, being chased by a monster, jumps into a well. As the man is falling down the well, however, he sees there's a dragon at the bottom, waiting to eat him. Right then, the man notices a branch sticking out of the wall, and he grabs on to it, and hangs. This keeps the man from falling into the dragon's jaws, or being eaten by the monster above, but it turns out there's another little problem. Two mice, one black and one white, are scurrying around and around the branch, nibbling it. It's only a matter of time before they will chew through the branch, causing the man to fall. As the man contemplates his inescapable fate, he notices something else: from the end of the branch he's holding, a few drops of honey are dripping. The man sticks out his tongue to lick them. This, Tolstoy says, is our human predicament: we're the man clutching the branch. Death awaits us. There is no escape. And so we distract ourselves by licking whatever drops of honey come within our reach.”
― The Marriage Plot
― The Marriage Plot
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