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  • #1
    Michael Pollan
    “Witches and sorcerers cultivated plants with the power to "cast spells" -- in our vocabulary, "psychoactive" plants. Their potion recipes called for such things as datura, opium poppies, belladona, hashish, fly-agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria), and the skin of toads (which can contain DMT, a powerful hallucinogen). These ingredients would be combined in a hempseed-oil-based "flying ointment" that the witches would then administer vaginally using a special dildo. This was the "broomstick" by which these women were said to travel. (119)”
    Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World

  • #2
    Stephen        King
    “The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
    Stephen King

  • #3
    Paulo Coelho
    “We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #6
    Anne Elisabeth Stengl
    “I listened long to your story,
    Listened but could not hear.
    When you chose to walk that path so overgrown,
    I remained alone with my fear.

    Cold silence covers the distance,
    Stretches from shore to shore.
    I follow in my mind your far-off journeying,
    But I will walk that path no more.”
    Anne Elisabeth Stengl, Heartless

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #8
    Jodi Picoult
    “Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
    Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

  • #9
    C.S. Lewis
    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

    At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #10
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #11
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “‎Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
    So you mustn’t be frightened, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “she’s mad, but she’s magic.”
    Charles Bukowski

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    Charles Dickens
    “. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #15
    “MOTHER IS WATER

    I wish I could
    Shower your head with flowers
    And anoint your feet with my tears,
    For I know I have caused you
    So much heartache, frustration and despair –
    Throughout my youthful years.
    I wish I could give you
    The remainder of my life
    To add to yours,
    Or simply erase
    The lines on your face,
    And mend all that has been torn.
    For next to God,
    You are the fire
    That has given light
    To the flame in each of my eyes.
    You are the fountain
    That nourished my growth,
    And from your chalice –
    Gave me life.
    Without the wetness of your love,
    The fragrance of your water,
    Or the trickling sounds of
    Your voice,
    I shall always feel
    thirsty.”
    Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

  • #16
    Adrienne Rich
    “You breathe upon us now
    through solid assertions
    of yourself: teaspoons, goblets,
    seas of carpet, a forest
    of old plants to be watered
    an old man in an adjoining
    room to be touched and fed.
    And all this universe
    dares us to lay a finger
    anywhere, save exactly
    as you would wish it done.”
    Adrienne Rich

  • #17
    Lily King
    “I love these geese. They make my chest tight and full and help me believe that things will be all right again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I’m giving it credit for. But right on the heels of that feeling, that suspicion that all is not yet lost, comes the urge to tell my mother, tell her that I am okay today, that I have felt something close to happiness, that I might still be capable of feeling happy. She will want to know that. But I can't tell her. That's the wall I always slam into on a good morning like this. My mother will be worrying about me, and I can't tell her that I'm okay.

    The geese don't care that I'm crying again. They're used to it.”
    Lily King, Writers & Lovers

  • #18
    “I chose not to lose my mom, and instead to gain an angel. In my mind, my heart, and my life, she is still completely present to this day -- and as wise, compassionate and stubborn as ever”
    Kevin Hart - I Can't Make This Up

  • #19
    Emily Dickinson
    “Each that we lose takes part of us;
    A crescent still abides,
    Which like the moon, some turbid night,
    Is summoned by the tides.”
    Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems

  • #20
    Anne Sexton
    “Only my books anoint me,
    and a few friends,
    those who reach into my veins.”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #21
    Anne Sexton
    “I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #22
    Anne Sexton
    “Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #23
    Anne Sexton
    “The joy that isn't shared dies young.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #24
    Anne Sexton
    “All day I've built
    a lifetime and now
    the sun sinks to
    undo it. ”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #25
    Anne Sexton
    “It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “People or stars
    Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel

  • #27
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “I’ll never speak to God again.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #30
    Charles Bukowski
    “There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I’ll have to use a strange term here… “good.” I don’t know where it comes from, but I feel that there’s an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don’t believe in God, but I believe in this “goodness” like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It’s always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes… it gives you hope.”
    Charles Bukowski



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