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  • "I personally believe we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain."
    Jane Wagner (The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe)


  • Terry Pratchett
    "'It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever,' he said. 'Have you thought of going into teaching?'"
    Terry Pratchett (Mort)


  • Chuck Palahniuk
    "When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."
    Chuck Palahniuk (Invisible Monsters)


  • Anne Sexton
    "Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen."
    Anne Sexton (Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters)


  • Chuck Palahniuk
    "I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will likely wait for him down the road. He's taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.
    In a way, being an addict is very proactive."
    Chuck Palahniuk (Choke)


  • Pablo Neruda
    "Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
    Pablo Neruda (Love: Ten Poems By Pablo Neruda)


  • Terry Pratchett
    "The universe contains any amount of horrible ways to be woken up, such as the noise of the mob breaking down the front door, the scream of fire engines, or the realization that today is the Monday which on Friday night was a comfortably long way off.

    A dog's wet nose is not strictly speaking the worst of the bunch, but it has it's own peculiar dreadfulness which connoisseurs of the ghastly and dog owners everywhere have come to know and dread. It's like having a small piece of defrosting liver pressed lovingly against you."
    Terry Pratchett (Moving Pictures)


  • Jack London
    "A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog."
    Jack London


  • Jeffrey Eugenides
    "Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. "
    Jeffrey Eugenides (Middlesex)


  • Ludwig Wittgenstein
    "I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves."
    Ludwig Wittgenstein


  • Bill Watterson
    "Reality continues to ruin my life."
    Bill Watterson (The Complete Calvin and Hobbes)


  • Philip K. Dick
    "It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane."
    Philip K. Dick


  • Fyodor Dostoevsky
    "I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. However, I don't know beans about my disease, and I am not sure what is bothering me. I don't treat it and never have, though I respect medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, let's say sufficiently so to respect medicine. (I am educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, I refuse to treat it out of spite. You probably will not understand that. Well, but I understand it. Of course I can't explain to you just whom I am annoying in this case by my spite. I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "get even" with the doctors by not consulting them. I know better than anyone that I thereby injure only myself and no one else. But still, if I don't treat it, its is out of spite. My liver is bad, well then-- let it get even worse!"
    Fyodor Dostoevsky (Notes from Underground: with White Nights, The Dreams of a Ridiculous Man, and selections from The House of the Dead)


  • Fyodor Dostoevsky
    "For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!"
    Fyodor Dostoevsky (White Nights and Other Stories)


  • Kim Stanley Robinson
    "We were outside the world, we didn't even own things -- some clothes. . . . This arrangement resembles the prehistoric way to live, and it therefore feels right to us, because our brains recognize it from 3 millions of years practicing it. In essence our brains grew to their current configuration in response to the realities of that life. So as a result people grow powerfully attached to that kind of life, when they get the chance to live it. It allows you to concentrate your attention on the real work, which means everything that is done to stay alive, to make things, or satisfy one's curiosity, or play. That is utopia."
    Kim Stanley Robinson (Red Mars)


  • Jeff Lindsay
    "I'm not sure what I am. I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even... especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else... someone. It's like the mask is slipping and things... people... who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me."
    Jeff Lindsay (Darkly Dreaming Dexter)


  • Barbara Kingsolver
    "The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance, but live right in it, under its roof."
    Barbara Kingsolver (Animal Dreams)


  • "I own a crevice stuffed with moss
    and a couch of lemming fur;
    I sit and listen to the music
    of water dripping on a distant stone.
    Or I sing to myself
    of stealth and loneliness

    No one comes to see me
    but I hear outside
    the scratching of claws,
    the warm, inquisitive breath …
    (from 'The Hermitage')"
    John Meade Haines (The Owl in the Mask of the Dreamer: Collected Poems)


  • Margaret Mitchell
    "I won't think about it now.  I'll think about it tomorrow.  Tomorrow is another day."
    Margaret Mitchell (Gone With The Wind)


  • Italo Calvino
    "In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven't Read, which are frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you...And thus you pass the outer girdle of ramparts, but then you are attacked by the infantry of Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered. With a rapid maneuver you bypass them and move into the phalanxes of the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books ditto When They Come Out in Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too. "
    Italo Calvino (If On a Winter's Night a Traveler)


  • Barbara Kingsolver
    "I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book."
    Barbara Kingsolver (The Poisonwood Bible)


  • Michael Crichton
    "What makes you think human beings are sentient and aware? There's no evidence for it. Human beings never think for themselves, they find it too uncomfortable. For the most part, members of our species simply repeat what they are told-and become upset if they are exposed to any different view. The characteristic human trait is not awareness but conformity, and the characteristic result is religious warfare. Other animals fight for territory or food; but, uniquely in the animal kingdom, human beings fight for their 'beliefs.' The reason is that beliefs guide behavior which has evolutionary importance among human beings. But at a time when our behavior may well lead us to extinction, I see no reason to assume we have any awareness at all. We are stubborn, self-destructive conformists. Any other view of our species is just a self-congratulatory delusion. Next question."
    Michael Crichton (The Lost World)


  • Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
    "The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night."
    Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche



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