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“A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.'

'In fact,' said Mustapha Mond, 'you're claiming the right to be unhappy.'

'All right then,' said the Savage defiantly, 'I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.'

'Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.' There was a long silence.

'I claim them all,' said the Savage at last.

Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. 'You're welcome," he said.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse

“I press my hands against my chest, wishing I could somehow be even closer to him. I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse

“His face was a red slick, featureless, blind. He was nothing but particles now, if he had ever been anything more. I had only altered the speed at which his particles were vibrating. Nothing in the universe had been disturbed.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse

“I met his gaze steadily as I slammed his head into the wall, trying not to let my face contort, trying not to look angry or cruel. Most likely he was past the point of knowing anything. But if he could still see me, I wanted him to know I wasn't doing this because I hated him. Quite the contrary. Before, I had only seen him as a means to an end. But in these final moments of his life, I loved him.”
― Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse

“If he could have moved he would have stretched out a hand and laid it on O’Brien’s arm. He had never loved him so deeply as at this moment,”
― George Orwell, 1984

“I kill them because they're beautiful, and it's the only way I can keep them.”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

“Paul knew all the vulnerable places on Julian's body, and when he'd touched them before, it was with a gentleness born of fear. He could decide to be gentle now. He could bare Julian's throat and kiss the thin skin between his collarbones; he could follow the ragged scar tissue with his lips and pretend as he always did that he felt no desire in his teeth.
Only fear had ever held him back. He wanted to tear through Julian's skin and map the shapes of liver and lungs, to memorize the path of every artery with his fingertips. He wanted to break Julian's body open and move inside it alongside him, rib cages interlaced around a single heart. There was an emptiness inside Paul that would take and never stop taking. He should never have believed that Julian couldn't tell it was there.”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

“I just realized that if you’re still reading you must be the person I want you to be. God, I hope so.”
― Dennis Cooper, Frisk

“My constant unemployment and gayness put what you might call a "strain" on my relationship with my father.”
― Tommy J Gary