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“They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world...Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs.”
― Requiem for a Dream
― Requiem for a Dream
“Human life is exhausted from serving as the head of, or the reason for, the universe. To the extent that it becomes this head and this reason, to the extent that it becomes necessary to the universe, it accepts servitude. If it is not free, existence becomes empty or neutral, and if it is free, it is in play. The Earth, as long as it only gave rise to cataclysms, trees, and birds, was a free universe; the fascination of freedom was tarnished when the Earth produced a being who demanded necessity as law above the universe. Man however has remained free not to respond to any necessity; he is free to resemble everything that is not himself in the universe. He can set aside the thought that it is he or God who keeps the rest of things from being absurd.”
― Visions of Excess: Selected Writings, 1927–1939
― Visions of Excess: Selected Writings, 1927–1939
“I’m going to ask you to take me through exactly what happened the night your husband was murdered. Let’s start with the beginning of the evening.”
“Wait a minute. Surely you don’t want me to detail our sex that night?”
― Uncanny Alliance
“Wait a minute. Surely you don’t want me to detail our sex that night?”
― Uncanny Alliance
“It was a sound like . . . I remember thinking . . . a sound kind of like Joe’s little girl Squeaky made the time she come running in from the barn hollering that her special cat was in the bottom of the milk can drowned and where was everything? She wasn’t crying or carrying on, just hollering my cat got drowned where is everybody? She wouldn’t calm down till she’d gone all over the whole house and talked to everybody and seen everything. That was the same notion I got hearing that lost goose honking: that he wasn’t so much just asking where the lost flock was—he was wanting to know where the river was, and the bank, and everything hooked up with his life. Where is my world? he was wanting to know, and where the hell am I if I can’t locate it? He had lost his way and was out there flying the river, out of his head looking for it. He was trying to check around quick and get everything in its place, like Squeaky had needed to do when she’d lost her cat, and like me wanting to see them logs again. Only with me, I couldn’t figure what I thought I’d lost: no cats that I could think of, and I don’t know as I was missing a flock . . . or ever even had a way. But I still knew the feeling.”
― Sometimes a Great Notion
― Sometimes a Great Notion
“And the answers she was seeking were on full display, right in front of her.
Not chaos. Not blood. Not even sound.
Just clarity.”
― The Dog Walker: The Prequel
Not chaos. Not blood. Not even sound.
Just clarity.”
― The Dog Walker: The Prequel
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