Kristoffer Sjöström > Kristoffer's Quotes

“In that mycoidal phantom blooming in the dawn like an evil lotus and in the melting of solids not heretofore known to do so stood a truth that would silence poetry for a thousand years.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

“Henri the painter was not French and his name was not Henri. Also he was not really a painter. Henri has so steeped himself in stories of the Left Bank in Paris that he lived there although he had never been there.”
― John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

“If there is something comforting - religious, if you want - about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

“God does not play dice with the universe.”
― Albert Einstein, The Born-Einstein Letters 1916-55

“Sadness is a well we dig inside of us only to fill with happiness.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause”
― William Shakespeare

“Why does the most exquisite rose have the sharpest thorns”
― Hafez, The Hafez Poems

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain

“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”
― Mark Twain

“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC”
― kurt vonnegut

“They fold up into you. You fold up into us. We fold up into Him.”
This seemed to both intrigue and satisfy the parson, who hummed thoughtfully before he ventured one last question to the amiable artisan.
“I see. And might I ask if, anywhere in this ingenious arrangement, any of us ever truly had Free Will?”
The lanky angle sounded somehow mournful and apologetic as he answered with a syllable that was apparently the same in English as in his own tongue.
“No.”
After a well-timed pause as if before the punch line of a joke, he went on to pronounce another angle-word that Michael understood almost immediately.
“Dyimoust?”
What this meant was “Did you miss it?”
― Alan Moore, Jerusalem

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Someday,” I told Jan, “when they demonstrate that the world has four dimensions instead of just three, a man will be able to go for a walk and just disappear. No burial, no tears, no illusions, no heaven or hell. People will be sitting around and they’ll say, ‘What happened to George?’ And somebody will say, ‘Well, I don’t know. He said he was going out for a pack of cigarettes.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

“God cant add two and two. Zero and one are all he’s got to work with. The rest is us.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

“It is not knowledge, but the act of learning, not the possession of but the act of getting there, which grants the greatest enjoyment.”
― Carl Friedrich Gauss

“History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.”
― Mark Twain

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses