Zlatko

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Radi se o tome da odlazim jer ti tako želiš. Radi se o tome da nastojim biti dobar, častan i plemenit, pa sebi oduzimam tebe. Ostajem, dakle, bez onoga što mi je najvrijednije, kao svi ljudi koji su zaista dobri, časni, plemeniti. Shvatio sam da je nedostojno truda sve što je moguće bez ljubavi, a da ti ne smijem, ako te zaista volim, pomoći da sav svoj svijet svedeš na mene. Shvatio sam da bih ti pomogao u tome ako bih otišao s tobom vani da te zadržim. Zato postupam plemenito kao svaki idiot i odričem te se da bi ti mogla sačuvati kakvu-takvu cjelinu.”
― Dževad Karahasan, Šahrijarov prsten

“Cowperwood, who saw things in the large, could scarcely endure this minutae. He was but little
interested in the affairs of bygone men and women, being so intensely engaged with the living present.
And after a time he slipped outside, preferring the wide sweep of gardens, with their flower-lined
walks and views of the cathedral. Its arches and towers and stained-glass windows, this whole
carefully executed shrine, still held glamor, but all because of the hands and brains, aspirations and
dreams of selfish and self-preserving creatures like himself. And so many of these, as he now mused,
walking about, had warred over possession of this church. And now they were within its walls,
graced and made respectable, the noble dead! Was any man noble? Had there ever been such a thing
as an indubitably noble soul? He was scarcely prepared to believe it. Men killed to live—all of them
—and wallowed in lust in order to reproduce themselves. In fact, wars, vanities, pretenses, cruelties,
greeds, lusts, murder, spelled their true history, with only the weak running to a mythical saviour or
god for aid. And the strong using this belief in a god to further the conquest of the weak. And by such
temples or shrines as this. He looked, meditated, and was somehow touched with the futility of so”
― Theodore Dreiser

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski