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“Riding down the unhorsed Saxons and spearing and clubbing them and leaping from their mounts with knives and running about on the ground with a peculiar bandylegged trot like creatures driven to alien forms of locomotion and stripping the clothes from the dead and seizing them up by the hair and passing their blades about the skulls of the living and the dead alike and snatching aloft the bloody wigs and hacking and chopping at the naked bodies, ripping off limbs, heads, gutting the strange white torsos and holding up great handfuls of viscera, genitals, some of the savages so slathered up with gore they might have rolled in it like dogs and some who fell upon the dying and sodomized them with loud cries to their fellows.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Schopenhauer was right: Life has to be about disillusionment stumbling inexorably towards the totally fucked.”
― Irvine Welsh, Skagboys

“They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.”
― HG Wells, The War of the Worlds

“When did the body first set out on its own adventures, after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul?”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

“When I am dead, I hope it may be said: "His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”
― Hilaire Belloc

“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn't brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else is there, it isn't enough..”
― Ann Landers

“Any progress towards the salvation of mankind will probably start from the bottom [the family unit] when our gods have been devalued to the status of fridge magnets or garden ornaments.”
― Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

“Quotations are useful in periods of ignorance or obscurantist beliefs.”
― Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle

“Capitalism must be kept alive by non-capitalist methods.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Servile State

“A woman fallen has no future; a man risen has no past.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“The logic of the Establishment Media consists of the dogma that the propaganda war against whites is a "human rights campaign," while our defense against it is a form of hate. Apparently we have no human rights.”
― Michael A. Hoffman II

“The most amazing thing about the American people is that they are constantly defending their worst betrayers.”
― Michael A. Hoffman II, Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare

“Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.”
― Mark Twain

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar