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  • #1
    Flannery O'Connor
    “If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.”
    Flannery O'Connor

  • #2
    Viktor E. Frankl
    “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”
    Viktor E. Frankl

  • #3
    Ovid
    “Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.”
    Ovid

  • #4
    Francis de Sales
    “Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections.”
    St. Francis de Sales

  • #5
    Henri-Frédéric Amiel
    “Let mystery have its place in you; do not be always turning up your whole soil with the plowshare of self-examination, but leave a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the winds may bring, and reserve a nook of shadow for the passing bird; keep a place in your heart for the unexpected guests, an altar for the unknown God. Then if a bird sing among your branches, do not be too eager to tame it. If you are conscious of something new - thought or feeling, wakening in the depths of your being - do not be in a hurry to let in light upon it, to look at it; let the springing germ have the protection of being forgotten, hedge it round with quiet, and do not break in upon its darkness.”
    Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Amiel's Journal

  • #6
    Yogi Bhajan
    “If you are willing to look at another person’s behavior toward you as a reflection of the state of their relationship with themselves rather than a statement about your value as a person, then you will, over a period of time cease to react at all.”
    Yogi Bhajan

  • #7
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

  • #8
    Terence McKenna
    “We have to create culture, don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you're giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told 'no', we're unimportant, we're peripheral. 'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”
    Terence McKenna

  • #9
    Isaac Asimov
    “Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is.”
    Isaac Asimov

  • #10
    Alfred Bester
    “Gully Foyle is my name
    And Terra is my nation.
    Deep space is my dwelling place,
    The stars my destination.”
    Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination

  • #11
    Susanna Clarke
    “It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. Other men may be in raptures at his skill, but the rest of creation is, by and large, unmoved. Perhaps a cat or a dog may look at him; his horse, if it is an exceptionally intelligent beast, may pause in cropping the grass, but that is the extent of it. But when the fairy sang, the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.”
    Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

  • #12
    Shirley Jackson
    “I could live there all alone, she thought, slowing the car to look down the winding garden path to the small blue front door with, perfectly, a white cat on the step. No one would ever find me there, either, behind all those roses, and just to make sure I would plant oleanders by the road. I will light a fire in the cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes told, and I will brew love potions for sad maidens; I will have a robin...”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #13
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodo's head, drowned in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam's brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master's breast. Peace was in both their faces.
    Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo's knee--but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

  • #14
    Roger  Deakin
    “To enter a wood is to pass into a different world in which we ourselves are transformed.”
    Roger Deakin, Wildwood: A Journey through Trees



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