Robert

“Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf” came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying “wolf, wolf” and there was no wolf behind him. Consciousness”
― Stanislas Dehaene, Consciousness and the Brain: Deciphering How the Brain Codes Our Thoughts

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“It is an unimaginatively standardized background, a sluggishness, of speech and manners, a rigid ruling of the spirit by the desire to appear respectable. It is contentment...the contentment of the quiet dead, who are scornful of the living for their restless walking. It is negation canonized as the one positive virtue. It is the prohibition of happiness. It is slavery self-sought and self-defended. It is dullness made God. A savorless people, gulping tasteless food, and sitting afterward, coatless and thoughtless, in rocking chairs prickly with inane decorations, listening to mechanical music, saying mechanical things about the excellence of Ford automobiles, and viewing themselves as the greatest race in the world.”
― Sinclair Lewis, Main Street

“they just didn't know”
― Thornton W. Burgess, Old Mother West Wind