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When the immense drugged universe explodes. In a cascade of unendurable colour. And leaves us gasping naked, This is no more than the ectasy of chaos: Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love. Which alone, as we know certainly, restores. Fragmentation into true being. Ecstasy of Chaos Robert Graves
Ms. Wormwood: Calvin, can you tell us what Lewis and Clark did? Calvin: No, but I can recite the secret superhero origin of each member of Captain Napalm's Thermonuclear League of Liberty. Ms. Wormwood: See me after class, Calvin. Calvin: [retrospectively] I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information. Bill Watterson
Jonathan Kellerman quote: "If you ask me, psychopaths are more talented than the rest of..."
If you ask me, psychopaths are more talented than the rest of us... but they're still fucking psychopaths. Jonathan Kellerman
An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers...To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy...If I try self consciously to become a person, I will never be one. The most real people, those who are able to forget their selfish selves, who have true compassion, are usually the most distinct individuals" (30,31). Madeleine L'Engle
I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all. Stephen King
Oscar Wilde quote: "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are ooking at the stars."
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are ooking at the stars. Oscar Wilde
And let us not remember Italy the less regardfully, because, in every fragment of her fallen Temples, and every stone of her deserted palaces and prisons, she helps to inculcate the lesson that the wheel of Time is rolling for an end, and that the world is, in all great essentials, better, gentler, more forbearing, and more hopeful, as it rolls! Charles Dickens
[...] There are tales among us that you have sold yourself to the devil, and I know not what.' 'We all have, have we not?' returned the stranger, looking up. 'If we were fewer in number, perhaps he would give better wages. Charles Dickens
Our jobs make relentless calls on a narrow band of our faculties, reducing our chances of achieving rounded personalities and leaving us to suspect (often in the gathering darkness of a Sunday evening) that much of who we are, or could be, has gone unexplored. Alain de Botton
Life is complex. Each one of us must make his own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is the wrong road for another…The journey of life is not brightly lit, and it has no road signs. It is a rocky path through the wilderness. M. Scott Peck
Thomas Merton quote: "Our idea of God tells us more about ourselves than about Him."
Our idea of God tells us more about ourselves than about Him. Thomas Merton
It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us Yasunari Kawabata
But do you know why we are always more just and generous toward the dead? The reason is simple. With them there is no obligation. They leave us free and we can take our time, fit the testimonial between a cocktail party and a nice little mistress, in our spare time, in short. Albert Camus
Jack Kerouac quote: "I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's..."
I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's left us Jack Kerouac
No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait. Albert Camus

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