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  • #1
    Niels Bohr
    “An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field.”
    Niels Bohr

  • #2
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #3
    Henry Miller
    “The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as poem.”
    Henry Miller, The Wisdom of the Heart

  • #4
    Leo Tolstoy
    “The only real science is the knowledge of how a person should live his life. And this knowledge is open to everyone.”
    Leo Tolstoy, A Calendar of Wisdom: Daily Thoughts to Nourish the Soul

  • #5
    Marcel Duchamp
    “I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.”
    Marcel Duchamp

  • #6
    Anaïs Nin
    “Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.”
    Anais Nin

  • #7
    Rabindranath Tagore
    “The End”
    It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.
    When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, “Baby is not there!”—mother, I am going.
    I shall become a delicate draught of air and caress you; and I shall be ripples in the water when you bathe, and kiss you and kiss you again.
    In the gusty night when the rain patters on the leaves you will hear my whisper in your bed, and my laughter will flash with the lightning through the open window into your room.
    If you lie awake, thinking of your baby till late into the night, I shall sing to you from the stars, “Sleep, mother, sleep.”
    On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed, and lie upon your bosom while you sleep.
    I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into the depths of your sleep; and when you wake up and look round startled, like a twinkling firefly I shall flit out into the darkness.
    When, on the great festival of puja, the neighbours’ children come and play about the house, I shall melt into the music of the flute and throb in your heart all day.
    Dear auntie will come with puja-presents and will ask, “Where is our baby, sister?” Mother, you will tell her softly, “He is in the pupils of my eyes, he is in my body and in my soul.”
    Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath Tagore

  • #8
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
    By the false azure in the windowpane;
    I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I
    Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
    And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
    Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
    Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
    Hang all the furniture above the grass,
    And how delightful when a fall of snow
    Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
    As to make chair and bed exactly stand
    Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

  • #9
    Stephen  King
    “Books are a uniquely portable magic.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

    “You have always been the worst of my children,” he said. “Be sure to not dishonor me.”

    “I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #11
    Madeline Miller
    “I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #12
    Martin Olson
    “The Imagination is the Manifestation of the Visible from the Invisible. It is the Engine of the Unconscious, and it is there that all desires, all dreams, all plans, and all achievements are born.”
    Martin Olson, Adventure Time: The Enchiridion Marcy's Super Secret Scrapbook!!!

  • #13
    Samantha Hunt
    “Unlock the door?' he asks.

    This family is an experiment, the biggest I've ever been part of, an experiment called: How do you let someone in?

    'Unlock the door,' he says again. 'Please.'

    I release the lock. I open the door. That's the best definition of love.”
    Samantha Hunt, The Dark Dark
    tags: love

  • #14
    Samantha Hunt
    “I glimpsed a huge beyond when I became a mother, the enormity of an abyss or the opposite of an abyss, the idea of complete fullness, the anti-death, tiny gods everywhere. But now all the world wants to hear of me is how I juggle children and career, how I manage to get the kids to eat their veggies, how I lost the weight. I will never lose this weight. When one encounters a mother doing too many things perfectly, smiling as if it is all so easy, so natural, we should feel a civic responsibility to slap her hard across the face, to scream the word Stop! Stop! So many times the woman begins to chant or whimper the word along with us. Once she has been broken, take her in your arms until the trembling and self-hatred leave her body. It is our duty. I used to think it was motherhood that loosens a woman’s grasp on sanity. Now I see it is the surplus and affluence of America. Plus something else, something toxic, leaking poison, fear. Something we can’t yet see.”
    Samantha Hunt, The Dark Dark

  • #15
    Samantha Hunt
    “Sam’s the man who’s come to chop us up to bits. No wonder I kicked him out. No wonder I changed the locks. If he cannot stop death, what good is he? ‘Open the door. Please. I’m so tired,’ he says. I look at the night that absorbed my life. How am I supposed to know what’s love, what’s fear? ‘If you’re Sam who am I?’ ‘I know who you are.’ ‘You do?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Who?’ Don’t say wife, I think. Don’t say mother. I put my face to the glass, but it’s dark. I don’t reflect. Sam and I watch each other through the window of the kitchen door. He coughs some more. ‘I want to come home,’ he says. ‘I want us to be okay. That’s it. Simple. I want to come home and be a family.’ ‘But I am not simple.’ My body’s coursing with secret genes and hormones and proteins. My body made eyeballs and I have no idea how. There’s nothing simple about eyeballs. My body made food to feed those eyeballs. How? And how can I not know or understand the things that happen inside my body? That seems very dangerous. There’s nothing simple here. I’m ruled by elixirs and compounds. I am a chemistry project conducted by a wild child. I am potentially explosive. Maybe I love Sam because hormones say I need a man to kill the coyotes at night, to bring my babies meat. But I don’t want caveman love. I want love that lives outside the body. I want love that lives.

    ‘In what ways are you not simple?’ I think of the women I collected upstairs. They’re inside me. And they are only a small fraction of the catalog. I think of molds, of the sea, the biodiversity of plankton. I think of my dad when he was a boy, when he was a tree bud. ‘It’s complicated,’ I say, and then the things I don’t say yet. Words aren’t going to be the best way here. How to explain something that’s coming into existence? ‘I get that now.’ His shoulders tremble some. They jerk. He coughs. I have infected him. ‘Sam.’ We see each other through the glass. We witness each other. That’s something, to be seen by another human, to be seen over all the years. That’s something, too. Love plus time. Love that’s movable, invisible as a liquid or gas, love that finds a way in. Love that leaks. ‘Unlock the door,’ he says. ‘I don’t want to love you because I’m scared.’ ‘So you imagine bad things about me. You imagine me doing things I’ve never done to get rid of me. Kick me out so you won’t have to worry about me leaving?’ ‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Right.’ And I’m glad he gets that. Sam cocks his head the same way a coyote might, a coyote who’s been temporarily confused by a question of biology versus mortality. What’s the difference between living and imagining? What’s the difference between love and security? Coyotes are not moral. ‘Unlock the door?’ he asks. This family is an experiment, the biggest I’ve ever been part of, an experiment called: How do you let someone in? ‘Unlock the door,’ he says again. ‘Please.’ I release the lock. I open the door. That’s the best definition of love. Sam comes inside. He turns to shut the door, then stops himself. He stares out into the darkness where he came from. What does he think is out there? What does he know? Or is he scared I’ll kick him out again? That is scary. ‘What if we just left the door open?’ he asks. ‘Open.’ And more, more things I don’ts say about the bodies of women. ‘Yeah.’ ‘What about skunks?’ I mean burglars, gangs, evil. We both peer out into the dark, looking for thees scary things. We watch a long while. The night does nothing. ‘We could let them in if they want in,’ he says, but seems uncertain still. ‘Really?’ He draws the door open wider and we leave it that way, looking out at what we can’t see. Unguarded, unafraid, love and loved. We keep the door open as if there are no doors, no walls, no skin, no houses, no difference between us and all the things we think of as the night.”
    Samantha Hunt, The Dark Dark

  • #16
    Jean Anouilh
    “One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.”
    Jean Anouilh

  • #17
    Jean Anouilh
    “The garden was still asleep. I caught it unawares. A garden that hasn't yet begun to think about people. Beautiful.”
    Jean Anouilh, Antigone

  • #18
    “Definition of an alcoholic is an egomaniac with an inferiority complex”
    Alcoholics Anonymous

  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #20
    “Caring about a person is like praying to a doughnut in the darkness.”
    Crispin Best

  • #21
    Allen Ginsberg
    “I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view. ”
    Allen Ginsberg

  • #22
    Nora Ephron
    “Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”
    Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck and Other Thoughts on Being a Woman

  • #23
    Franz Kafka
    “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #24
    “A might force, a consummate power lieth concealed in the world of being. Fix your gaze upon it and upon its unifying influences, and not upon the differences which appear from it.”
    Baha'u'llah

  • #25
    “All that ye potentially possess can…be manifested only as a result of your own volition.”
    Bahá’u’lláh”
    Bahá u lláh

  • #26
    Oscar Wilde
    “Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.”
    Oscar Wilde (attributed to)

  • #27
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “To-day I wear these chains, and am HERE. To-morrow I shall be fetterless!--BUT WHERE?”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Imp of the Perverse

  • #28
    Abdu'l-Bahá
    “Man is under all conditons immersed in a sea of God's blessings. Therefore, be thou not hopeless under any circumstances, but rather be firm in thy hope”
    'Abdu'l-Bahá

  • #29
    Arnold Joseph Toynbee
    “Schism in the soul, schism in the body social, will not be resolved by any scheme to return to the good old days (archaism), or by programs guaranteed to render an ideal projected future (futurism), or even by the most realistic, hardheaded work to weld together again the deteriorating elements [of civilization]. Only birth can conquer death―the birth, not of the old thing again, but of something new.”
    Arnold Toynbee

  • #30
    “If the bishops had not called vain imaginings religion, philosophers would not regard religion as vain imaginings.”
    Mirzá Azizu llah-i-Misbáh



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