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‘Well suppose…suppose I were to give you a key ring with ten keys. With, no, with a hundred keys, and I were to tell you that one of these keys will unlock it, this door we’re imagining opening in onto all you want to be… How many of the keys would you be willing to try?’
‘Well I’d try every darn one,’ Rader tells Lyle.
Lyle never whispers, but it’s just about the same. ‘Then you are willing to make mistakes, you see. You are saying you will accept 99% error. The paralyzed perfectionist you say you are would stand there before that door. Jingling the keys. Afraid to try the first key.’
- David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
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"When I was younger, I could remember
anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying
now and
soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never
happened."
- Mark Twain
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Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.
- Donald Justice
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"Language...
has created the word 'loneliness' to express the pain of
being alone. And it has created the word 'solitude' to
express the glory of being alone."
- Paul Tillich
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From
Midnights Children:
"In
autobiography, as in all literature, what actually happened is
less important than
what the author can manage
to persuade his audience to believe."
"In
a country where the truth is what it is instructed to be,
reality quite literally ceases to exist, so that
everything becomes possible except what we are told is the case."
"This is not what I had planned; but perhaps the
story you finish is never the one you begin."
"I fell victim to the temptation of every autobiographer, to the illusion
that since the past exists only in one's memories and the words which
strive vainly to encapsulate them, it is possible to create past events
simply by saying they occurred."
From The Ground Beneath Her Feet:
"The only people who see
the whole picture are the ones whe step out of the frame."
"However you get through your day in New York City, well
then that's a New York kind of day, and if you're a Bombay
singer
singing the Bombay bop or a voodoo cab driver with zombies
on the brain or a bomber from Montana or an Islamist beardo
from Queens, then whatever's going through your head?, well
that's a New York state of mind."
- Salman Rushdie
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"Enjoy
the little things, for one day you may look back and realize
they were the big things."
- Robert Brault
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"Death
is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when
it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's
that terrible
precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know,
we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet eerything happens
only
a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your
childhood,
some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you
can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five
more. Perhaps
not even that. How many more times will you watch the full
moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
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"Whenever
I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is
a damp, drizzly
November in my soul; whenever
I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses,
and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially
whenever
my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires
a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping
into
the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off- then,
I account
it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
- Herman Melville, Moby Dick
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"The
next time you are contemplating a decision in which you are
debating whether or not to go for the gusto, ask yourself this
important question: "How long am I going to be dead?" With
that perspective, you can now make a free, fearless choice to do just
about any goddamned sneaky thing your devious little mind can
think up. Go ahead. Have your fun. You're welcome. Go on.
See you in hell."
- Matt Groening
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"Tyler?"
"Yeah?"
" You are my trailer park."
"And you, Anna-Louise, are my tornado."
- Douglas Coupland
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"I
think of a story Sean brought home from CYO camp, about an
Indian brave so in love with a maiden from the tribe across
the lake he tries to swim over to her and drowns. The
punchline is, 'And from that day to this, it has been known
as Lake Stupid.' "
- Mark O'Donnell
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The
laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I, and they
Need only look the other way.
But no, they will not; they must still
Wrest their neighbor to their will,
And make me dance as they desire
With jail and gallows and hell-fire.
And how am I to face the odds
Of man's bedevilment and God's?
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
They will be master, right or wrong;
Though both are foolish, both are strong.
And since, my soul, we cannot fly
To Saturn nor to Mercury,
Keep we must, if keep we can,
These foreign laws of God and man.
- A. E. Housman
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The autumn leaves are falling like rain.
Although my neighbors are all barbarians,
And you, you are a thousand miles away,
There are always two cups at my table.
-Chinese Poem, T'ang Dynasty
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"Nine
times out of ten, in the arts as in life, there is actually
no truth to be discovered"
- H. L. Mencken
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"We
read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read
that we ought to forgive our friends."
- Francis Bacon
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"If
I had my life to live again, I'd make the same mistakes, only
sooner."
- Tallulah Bankhead.
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"There
is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to
worse, as I have
found in travelling
in a stage-coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's
position and be bruised in a new place."
- Washington Irving
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"You
don't die of a broken heart, you only wish you did."
- Marilyn Peterson
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"Absence
is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small,
it enkindles the
great."
- Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
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Think where man's glory most begins and
ends,
And say my glory was I had such friends.
- William Butler Yeats
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"So
long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others,
I would almost
say that
we are indispensable;
and no man is useless while he has a friend."
- Robert Louis Stevenson
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A friend is one who knows us, but loves
us anyway.
- Father Jerome Cummings
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"The reasonable man adapts himself
to the world; the unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt
the world to himself.
Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man."
- George Bernard Shaw
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"No
man is the whole of himself, his friends are the rest of him."
- Harry Emerson Fosdick
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"Friends
applaud, the comedy is over."
- Last words of Ludwig von Beethoven
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"Maybe
this world is another planet’s
hell."
- Aldous Huxley
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"The
pure and simple truth is rarely pure, and never simple."
- Oscar Wilde
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"No
man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean.
For words are slippery
and thought is viscous."
- Henry B. Adams
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"The
greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what
we pretend to
be."
- Socrates
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"There
can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution
to others or selfishness."
- William Blake
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"Those
who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to
be restrained."
- William Blake
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"We
call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a
widower that man
who has
lost his wife. But that man who has
known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what
name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its
peace
in
impotence."
- Joseph Roux
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"The
use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and
instead of
thinking how
things may be, to see them as
they are."
- Samuel Johnson.
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" Supermarket
automatic doors open for me; therefore, I am."
- Craig Bruce
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"We were the children of white flight, the first generation to grow up in
postwar American suburbs. By the time the ’60s rolled around, many of us...were eager to make a U-turn
and fly back the other way. Whether or not the city was obsolete, we couldn’t imagine our personal
futures in any other form. The street and the skyline signified to us what
the lawn and the highway signified to our parents: a place to breathe free."
- Herbert Muschamp
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