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“And the rats eat my face. So what.”
― Sarah Kane, Cleansed

“Monotony is the most beautiful or the most atrocious thing. The most beautiful if it is a reflection of eternity--the most atrocious if it is the sign of an unvarying perpetuity. It is time surpassed or time sterilized.”
― Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

“At that moment, when I had the TV sound off, I was in a 382 mood; I had just dialed it. So although I heard the emptiness intellectually, I didn't feel it. My first reaction consisted of being grateful that we could afford a Penfield mood organ. But then I realized how unhealthy it was, sensing the absence of life, not just in this building but everywhere, and not reacting—do you see? I guess you don't. But that used to be considered a sign of mental illness; they called it 'absence of appropriate affect.' So I left the TV sound off and I sat down at my mood organ and I experimented. And I finally found a setting for despair. So I put it on my schedule for twice a month; I think that's a reasonable amount of time to feel hopeless about everything, about staying here on Earth after everybody who's smart has emigrated, don't you think?”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

“His body was shipped to the state medical school at Memphis. There in a basement room he was
preserved with formalin and wheeled forth to take his place with other deceased persons newly arrived. He was laid
out on a slab and flayed, eviscerated, dissected. His head was sawed open and the brains removed. His muscles
were stripped from his bones. His heart was taken out. His entrails were hauled forth and delineated and the four
young students who bent over him like those haruspices of old perhaps saw monsters worse to come in theirconfigurations. At the end of three months when the class was closed Ballard was scraped from the table into a
plastic bag and taken with others of his kind to a cemetery outside the city and there interred. A minister from the
school read a simple service.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

“before you let the sun in, mind he wipes his shoes.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood