MicShazam

"True heroism is minutes, hours, weeks, year upon year of the quiet, precise, judicious exercise of probity and care - with no one there to see or cheer. This is the world."
- David Foster Wallace

"Good fiction's job is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."
- David Foster Wallace

"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."
- Søren Kierkegaard

Trollheart

"Reality is for people who can't handle drugs" --- Tom Waits

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Chiomara

''Horror can steal into the mind via all the senses. There’s the sound of the little meaningful chuckle in the locked dark room, the sight of half a caterpillar in your forkful of salad, the curious smell from the lodger’s bedroom, the taste of slug in the cauliflower cheese. Touch doesn’t normally get a look-in.''
— Terry Pratchett


“The Italian philosopher Vico had this theory that time moves more in a spiral than it does in a line. He believes that’s why we repeat ourselves, including our tragedies, and that if we are more faithful to this movement, we can move away from the epicenter through distance and time, but we have to confront it every time. I’ve been thinking about trauma—how it’s repetitive, and how we recreate it, and how memory is fashioned by creation. Every time we remember, we create new neurons, which is why memory is so unreliable. I thought, “Well if the Greek root for ‘poet’ is ‘creator,’ then to remember is to create, and, therefore, to remember is to be a poet.” I thought it was so neat. Everyone’s a poet, as long as they remember.”
— Ocean Vuong



For when I found the throneroom
festooned with pelvis bones,

the twin-fingered god on whose nether lip I hung
a kiss, a crape-gartered barb,

was you — you the pursued, yours
the bull’s head draped with fragrant lash-black hair.

— Peter Kline, from Minotaur


…but blushes well became him; like the bloom
of rosy apples hanging in the sun,
or painted ivory, or when the moon
glows red beneath her pallor and the gongs
resound in vain to rescue her eclipse.
— Ovid, from Metamorphoses (Salmacis and Hermaphroditus)


I fell toward the pulse in your thighs,
toward the cool flamingo of your slip
fluttering past your knees–

Out of God’s mouth I fell
like a piece of ripe fruit
toward your deepening shadow.

— Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine


They asked: How would you like your death?
Blue, like stars pouring from a window. Would you like more wine?

-Mahmoud Darwish

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Trollheart

From Black Books:

Fran: "Do you know what they do in Tibet when they want something? They give something away".

Bernard: "Do they? That must be why they're such a dominant global power."

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Frownland

"It's human nature to be a piece of ****. If you rise above that level, then you're alone."
-Stanhope

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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

Trollheart

"I operated the largest Ponzi scheme in history, within the largest Ponzi scheme in history!" - Bernie Madoff

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Frenchip

Possibly one of my favorites that I heard in a YouTube video about a month or 2 ago
"You don't have to like what I say, but you don't have the right to kill me over it."

Chiomara

“I’m 87 years old…I only eat so I can smoke and stay alive.. The only fear I have is how long consciousness is gonna hang on after my body goes. I just hope there’s nothing. Like there was before I was born. I’m not really into religion, they’re all macrocosms of the ego. When man began to think he was a separate person with a separate soul, it created a violent situation.

The void, the concept of nothingness, is terrifying to most people on the planet. And I get anxiety attacks myself. I know the fear of that void. You have to learn to die before you die. You give up, surrender to the void, to nothingness.

Anybody else you’ve interviewed bring these things up? Hang on, I gotta take this call….. Hey, brother. That’s great, man. Yeah, I’m being interviewed… We’re talking about nothing. I’ve got him well-steeped in nothing right now. He’s stopped asking questions.”
-Harry Dean Stanton

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GuD

English, motherfvcker, do you speak it?!



For when people don't understand basic directions, explanations, etc.

Chiomara

"I hate the indifferent. I believe that living means taking sides. Those who really live cannot help being a citizen and a partisan. Indifference and apathy are parasitism, perversion, not life. That is why I hate the indifferent.
The indifference is the deadweight of history. The indifference operates with great power on history. The indifference operates passively, but it operates. It is fate, that which cannot be counted on. It twists programs and ruins the best-conceived plans. It is the raw material that ruins intelligence. That what happens, the evil that weighs upon all, happens because the human mass abdicates to their will; allows laws to be promulgated that only the revolt could nullify, and leaves men that only a mutiny will be able to overthrow to achieve the power. The mass ignores because it is careless and then it seems like it is the product of fate that runs over everything and everyone: the one who consents as well as the one who dissents; the one who knew as well as the one who didn’t know; the active as well as the indifferent. Some whimper piously, others curse obscenely, but nobody, or very few ask themselves: If I had tried to impose my will, would this have happened?
I also hate the indifferent because of that: because their whimpering of eternally innocent ones annoys me. I make each one liable: how they have tackled with the task that life has given and gives them every day, what have they done, and especially, what they have not done. And I feel I have the right to be inexorable and not squander my compassion, of not sharing my tears with them.
I am a partisan, I am alive, I feel the pulse of the activity of the future city that those on my side are building is alive in their conscience. And in it, the social chain does not rest on a few; nothing of what happens in it is a matter of luck, nor the product of fate, but the intelligent work of the citizens. Nobody in it is looking from the window of the sacrifice and the drain of a few. Alive, I am a partisan. That is why I hate the ones that don’t take sides, I hate the indifferent."
— Antonio Gramsci

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