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    Omar Khayyám
    “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
    Omar Khayyám

  • #2
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Maturity...is knowing what your limitations are...Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Cat’s Cradle

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's . . ."
    "And?"
    "No damn cat, and no damn cradle.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

  • #4
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

  • #5
    William Blake
    “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.”
    William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

  • #6
    Albert Camus
    “Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger
    tags: life



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