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  • #1
    John Donne
    “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”
    John Donne, No man is an island – A selection from the prose

  • #2
    Николай Горькавый
    “Каждый день – увесистый кошелёк с двумя дюжинами золотых монет. Но Никки никогда их не хватало: и сон был дорог, и королевская корона отбирала свой налог. Но все оставшиеся драгоценные монетки времени Маугли щедро тратила в колледжских аудиториях – многие вещи в этом мире оставались для неё непонятными, а хотелось узнать всё.”
    Николай Горькавый, Теория катастрофы

  • #3
    William Gibson
    “The future is already here – it's just not evenly distributed.

    The Economist, December 4, 2003
    William Gibson

  • #4
    Mark Twain
    “The reason why truth is so much stranger than fiction is that there is no requirement for it to be consistent.”
    Mark Twain

  • #5
    Jasper Fforde
    “Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.”
    Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book

  • #6
    R. Scott Bakker
    “There was nothing the ignorant prized more than the ignorance of others.”
    R. Scott Bakker

  • #7
    Iris Chang
    “Almost all people have this potential for evil, which would be unleashed only under certain dangerous social circumstances.”
    Iris Chang, The Rape of Nanking

  • #8
    David Wong
    “Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re the one who shot him.

    He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs-you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and eat the look of terror right off your face.

    On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand-new handle for your ax.

    The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the spring when, on one rainy morning, you find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade.

    Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand-new head for your ax. As soon as you get home, you meet the reanimated body of the guy you beheaded earlier. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed-trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter” resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life.

    You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that beheaded me!”

    IS HE RIGHT?”
    David Wong, John Dies at the End

  • #9
    Sara Teasdale
    There Will Come Soft Rains

    There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
    And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

    And frogs in the pool singing at night,
    And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

    Robins will wear their feathery fire
    Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

    And not one will know of the war, not one
    Will care at last when it is done.

    Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
    If mankind perished utterly;

    And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
    Would scarcely know that we were gone.”
    Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

  • #10
    Cullen Bunn
    “I already killed you once... And I bet you’ll come back again and again... No matter how many times I slaughter you. Your tendency to come back from the brink of death has nothing to do with your healing factor. Your mutant power isn’t regeneration. It’s popularity.”
    Cullen Bunn, Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe #3

  • #11
    “I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.”
    Tears For Fears

  • #12
    “Beauty is only skin Deep”
    Thomas Overbury



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