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“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch

“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”
― Mark Twain

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
― Narcotics Anonymous

“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.”
― Allen Saunders

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

“Oh, please don't go—we'll eat you up—we love you so!”
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.”
― Maurice Sendak

“It's never too late to have a happy childhood.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

“Whether a man is a criminal or a public servant is purely a matter of perspective.”
― Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction

“The principal difference between an adventurer and a suicide is that the adventurer leaves himself a margin of escape (the narrower the margin the greater the adventure), a margin whose width and length may be determined by unknown factors but whose navigation is determined by the measure of the adventurer's nerve and wits. It is exhilarating to live by one's nerves or toward the summit of one's wits.”
― Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction

“Blessed are the dumbfucks.”
― Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal

“This story is not and never was meant to challenge anyone's faith; however, if one's faith can be shaken by stories in a humorous novel, one may have a bit more praying to do.”
― Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal

“Mors certa, vita incerta,”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

“Sometimes you’re the one speeding along in a panic, doing too much, not paying attention, wrecking things you don’t mean to. And sometimes life just happens to you, and you can’t dodge it. It crashes into you because it wants to see what you’re made of.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“when i am afraid to speak is when i speak. that is when it is most important. – the freedom in fear”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“Even the longest journey is a circle, and history will always cycle back to the place where it began. From the missal: “Remember you are dust and unto dust you shall return.”
― Rick Yancey, The Last Star

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Is it the fault of a girl bright with the light of romance that she falls in love with a rascal? Is the love any less pure? Any less heartfelt? Any less painful when lost?”
― Christopher Moore, The Serpent of Venice

“I am not here. I am no physical being. Electricity tethered to carbon. I am a pattern. And so is the world.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“That was the thing about thoughts. They thought themselves, and then dropped into your head in the hope that you would think so too.”
― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

“There’s nothing white folks hate more than realizing they accidentally treated a Negro like a person.”
― Justina Ireland, Dread Nation

“Who shit in your tuba?”
― Christopher Moore, Noir