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“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
― Charles Bukowski

“You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
― Ray Bradbury

“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
― Albert Camus

“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

“Do you hate people?”

“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski, Barfly

“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
― Albert Camus

“Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.”
― Moli

“All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable."

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—"

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

"So we can believe the big ones?"

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

"They're not the same at all!"

YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET—Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME...SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.

"Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point—"

MY POINT EXACTLY.”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

“I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

“The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.”
― Nick Hornby, How to Be Good

“You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
― oscar wilde

“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake

“What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

“Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.”
― Joseph Heller, Catch-22

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“Crowley had always known that he would be around when the world ended, because he was immortal and wouldn’t have any alternative. But he hoped it was a long way off. Because he rather liked people. It was major failing in a demon. Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into the design, somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse. Over the years Crowley had found it increasingly difficult to find anything demonic to do which showed up against the natural background of generalized nastiness. There had been times, over the past millennium, when he’d felt like sending a message back Below saying, Look we may as well give up right now, we might as well shut down Dis and Pandemonium and everywhere and move up here, there’s nothing we can do to them that they don’t do to themselves and they do things we’ve never even thought of, often involving electrodes. They’ve got what we lack. They’ve got imagination. And electricity, of course. One of them had written it, hadn’t he…”Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Uvijek me fascinirao taj fenomen sa slikama. Stoje na zidu godinama, a onda, bez ikakvog povoda, ama baš ikakvog padnu, tras, padnu dole. Vise okačene o ekser, niko ih i ne pipne, ali one u jednom trenutku, tras, padnu dole, kao kamen. U savršenoj tišini, dok je sve oko njih nepomično, ni muha da proleti, a one, tras. Ne postoji nikakav razlog.Zašto baš u tom momentu? Niko ne zna. Tras. Šta se to dogodilo jednom ekseru te on zaključi da mu je svega dosta? Ima li i on dušu, jadnik? Donosi li odluke? Dugo je razgovarao sa slikom, nisu mogli da se dogovore šta da rade, pričali su o tome svake večeri, godinama, a onda su odredili datum, sat, minutu, tren, upravo sada, tras. Ili su za to znali već od samog početka, njih dvoje, sve je već bilo ugovoreno, znaš ja ću da popustim za sedam godina, što se mene tiče nema problema, ok., onda smo se dogovorili za 13. maj, ok., oko šest, neka bude petnaest do šest, važi, onda laku noć, ‘ku noć. Sedam godina kasnije, 13. maj, petnaest do šest: tras. Nikom nije jasno. To je jedna od onih stvari o kojima je bolje ne misliti, u protivnom možeš da poludiš. Kada padne slika. Kada se probudiš, jednog jutra, i više je ne voliš. Kad otvoriš novine i vidiš da je počeo rat. Kad vidiš neki voz i pomisliš ja moram da odem odavde. Kad se pogledaš u ogledalo i shvatiš da si ostario...”
― Alessandro Baricco, Novecento. Un monologo

“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”
― Erin Hanson

“What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?”
― Erin Hanson