"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
— Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

"You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body."
— C.S. Lewis

"We read to know that we are not alone."
— C.S. Lewis

"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."
— C.S. Lewis

"It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages."
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"In heaven, all the interesting people are missing."
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once."
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time."
— 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

"Invisible threads are the strongest ties"
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity."
— Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal."
— Jane Austen

"We can't stop here, this is bat country!"
— Hunter S. Thompson

"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be."
— Hunter S. Thompson (Proud Highway:, The: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman)

"The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth."
— George R.R. Martin

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
— William Shakespeare (Hamlet)

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
— William Shakespeare

"To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come..."
— William Shakespeare (Hamlet)

"There's a few things I've learned in life: always throw salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for good luck, and fall in love whenever you can"
— William Shakespeare

"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war"
— William Shakespeare

"‘Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers."
— William Shakespeare

"When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married."
— William Shakespeare (Much Ado About Nothing)

"We burn daylight."
— William Shakespeare

"The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough."
— Ezra Pound

""The only unbearble thing is that nothing is unbearable.""
— Arthur Rimbaud

"Genius is the recovery of childhood at will."
— Arthur Rimbaud

"Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.

Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town."
— Paul Verlaine (One Hundred and One Poems by Paul Verlaine: A Bilingual Edition)

"Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?"
— Thomas Hardy (Tess of the D'Urbervilles)

"Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book."
— Marcus Tullius Cicero