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  • #1
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #2
    Albert Camus
    “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

  • #3
    H. Jackson Brown Jr.
    “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
    H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

  • #4
    William Shakespeare
    “Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #5
    J.D. Salinger
    “The cigars are ballast, sweetheart. Sheer ballast. If he didn’t have a cigar to hold on to, his feet would leave the ground. We’d never see our Zooey again.”
    J.D. Salinger

  • #6
    George Orwell
    “Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print. Never use a long word where a short one will do. If it is possible to cut a word out always cut it out. Never use the passive voice where you can use the active. Never use a foreign phrase a scientific word or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.”
    George Orwell

  • #7
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I am a humanist, which means, in part, that I have tried to behave decently without expectations of rewards or punishments after I am dead.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #8
    Oscar Wilde
    “You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #9
    Truman Capote
    “Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.”
    Truman Capote, Summer Crossing
    tags: life

  • #10
    J.D. Salinger
    “I do like him. I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect....

    .... Listen, don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else." Franny made her voice stop. It sounded to her caviling and bitchy, and she felt a wave of self-hatred that, quite literally, made her forehead begin to perspire again. But her voice picked up again, in spite of herself. "I don't mean there's anything horrible about him or anything like that. It's just that for four solid years I've kept seeing Wally Campbells wherever I go. I know when they're going to be charming, I know when they're going to start telling you some really nasty gossip about some girl that lives in your dorm, I know when they're going to ask me what I did over the summer, I know when they're going to pull up a chair and straddle it backward and start bragging in a terribly, terribly quiet voice--or name-dropping in a terribly quiet, casual voice. There's an unwritten law that people in a certain social or financial bracket can name-drop as much as they like just as long as they say something terribly disparaging about the person as soon as they've dropped his name—that he's a bastard or a nymphomaniac or takes dope all the time, or something horrible." She broke off again. She was quiet for a moment, turning the ashtray in her fingers.

    Franny quickly tipped her cigarette ash, then brought the ashtray an inch closer to her side of the table. "I'm sorry. I'm awful," she said. "I've just felt so destructive all week. It's awful, I'm horrible.”
    J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

  • #11
    Karen Chance
    “When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.
    But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?”
    Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

  • #12
    Jeffrey McDaniel
    “Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out
    of cigarettes.”
    Jeffrey McDaniel

  • #13
    Lorna Crozier
    “And so many things get lost. Not just a set of keys or a photograph of your father with his first truck, but the door those keys once opened, the childhood house you long ago walked into, the father who used to carry you on his shoulders high above the crowds at the summer fair, his body now ashes and shards of bone. You hold these things in place on a page, you walk through that door, touch his face and smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and in his shirt, you make things breathe again in words. You feel the lightness of a ghostly touch across your skin. In that small house on the corner, the porch light suddenly comes on.”
    Lorna Crozier, Before the First Word: The Poetry of Lorna Crozier

  • #14
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #15
    Jack Kerouac
    “Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #16
    Jack Kerouac
    “There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll

  • #17
    Jack Kerouac
    “My witness is the empty sky.”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #18
    Jack Kerouac
    “I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #19
    Jack Kerouac
    “I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #20
    Jack Kerouac
    “I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.”
    Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac

  • #21
    Jack Kerouac
    “Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.”
    Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

  • #22
    Jack Kerouac
    “Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #23
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “Be realistic, demand the impossible!”
    Che Guevara

  • #24
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.”
    Ernesto "Che" Guevara

  • #25
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.”
    Che Guevara

  • #26
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “After graduation, due to special circumstances and perhaps also to my character, I began to travel throughout America, and I became acquainted with all of it. Except for Haiti and Santo Domingo, I have visited, to some extent, all the other Latin American countries. Because of the circumstances in which I traveled, first as a student and later as a doctor, I came into close contact with poverty, hunger and disease; with the inability to treat a child because of lack of money; with the stupefaction provoked by the continual hunger and punishment, to the point that a father can accept the loss of a son as an unimportant accident, as occurs often in the downtrodden classes of our American homeland. And I began to realize at that time that there were things that were almost as important to me as becoming famous for making a significant contribution to medical science: I wanted to help those people.
    Ernesto "Che" Guevara

  • #27
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “...I also know - and this won't alter the course of history or your personal view of me - that you will die with a clenched fist and a tense jaw, the epitome of hatred and struggle, because you are not a symbol (some inanimate example) but a genuine member of the society to be destroyed; the spirit of the beehive speaks through your mouth and motivates your actions. You are as useful as I am, but you are not aware of how useful your contribution is to the society that sacrifices you.”
    Ernesto Che Guevara

  • #28
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another...”
    Ernesto Che Guevara

  • #29
    Jack Kerouac
    “the road is life”
    jack kerouac



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