Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
There's a certain slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses,
like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
After great pain,
a formal feeling comes.
The Nerves sit ceremonious,
like tombs.
Dwell in possibility.
Fortune befriends the bold.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
Kurt Vonnegut Quotes
If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.
Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.
Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.
I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.
Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.
Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
I am eternally grateful.. for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.
Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF
HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC
Everybody's shaking in his boots, so don't be bluffed.
He ransacked his memory like a thief going through another man's billfold.
I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.
Make love when you can. It's good for you.
"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."
What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that flickered out.
I never knew a writer's wife who wasn't beautiful.
The public health authorities never mention the main reason many Americans have for smoking heavily, which is that smoking is a fairly sure, fairly honorable form of suicide.
No grown woman is a fan of premature ejaculation.
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me."The big show is inside my head," I said.
Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Why don't you take a flying fuck at the moooooooooon!
If you can do no good, at least do no harm.
I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.
This is my principal objection to life, I think: It is too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.
She was an alcoholic. I didn't blame myself for that. The worst problem in the life of any alcoholic is alcohol.
"I wish I had been born a bird instead," he said."I wish we had all been born birds instead."
I think yet again of my father, who struggled to become a painter after he was forced into early and unwelcome retirement by the Great Depression. He has reason to be optimistic about his new career, since the early stages of his pictures, whether still or portraits or landscapes, were full of pow. Mother, meaning to be helpful, would say of each one: "That's really wonderful, Kurt. Now all you have to do is finish it." He would then ruin it. I remember a portrait he did of his only brother, Alex, who was an insurance salesman, which he called "Special Agent". When he roughed it in, his hand and eye conspired with a few bold strokes to capture several important truths about Alex, including a hint of disappointment. Uncle Alex was a proud graduate of Harvard, who would rather have been a scholar of literature than an insurance man.When Father finished the portrait, made sure every square inch of masonite had its share of paint, Uncle Alex had disappeared entirely. We had a drunk and lustful Queen Victoria instead. This was terrible.
You were sick, but now you're well, and there's work to do.
You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.
Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.
Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.
I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.
Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.
Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.
I am eternally grateful.. for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.
Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF
HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC
Everybody's shaking in his boots, so don't be bluffed.
He ransacked his memory like a thief going through another man's billfold.
I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.
Make love when you can. It's good for you.
"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."
What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that flickered out.
I never knew a writer's wife who wasn't beautiful.
The public health authorities never mention the main reason many Americans have for smoking heavily, which is that smoking is a fairly sure, fairly honorable form of suicide.
No grown woman is a fan of premature ejaculation.
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me."The big show is inside my head," I said.
Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Why don't you take a flying fuck at the moooooooooon!
If you can do no good, at least do no harm.
I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.
This is my principal objection to life, I think: It is too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.
She was an alcoholic. I didn't blame myself for that. The worst problem in the life of any alcoholic is alcohol.
"I wish I had been born a bird instead," he said."I wish we had all been born birds instead."
I think yet again of my father, who struggled to become a painter after he was forced into early and unwelcome retirement by the Great Depression. He has reason to be optimistic about his new career, since the early stages of his pictures, whether still or portraits or landscapes, were full of pow. Mother, meaning to be helpful, would say of each one: "That's really wonderful, Kurt. Now all you have to do is finish it." He would then ruin it. I remember a portrait he did of his only brother, Alex, who was an insurance salesman, which he called "Special Agent". When he roughed it in, his hand and eye conspired with a few bold strokes to capture several important truths about Alex, including a hint of disappointment. Uncle Alex was a proud graduate of Harvard, who would rather have been a scholar of literature than an insurance man.When Father finished the portrait, made sure every square inch of masonite had its share of paint, Uncle Alex had disappeared entirely. We had a drunk and lustful Queen Victoria instead. This was terrible.
You were sick, but now you're well, and there's work to do.
You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.
Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.
Chuck Palahniuk Quotations
Your heart is my piñata.
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
I just don't want to die without a few scars.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.
You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
We just had a near-life experience!
Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Hysteria is only possible with an audience.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Every woman is just a different kind of problem.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flipping check clears.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.
Beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.
Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.
It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.
How sweet! You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me.
All I do is track a profane route to something (I hope) profound. Like swimming a river of shit for a kiss.
Going to spring break at Ft. Lauderdale, getting drunk and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of a patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to know she is even in distress.
Leonardo's Mona Lisa is just a thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo's David is just a million hits with a hammer. We're all of us a million bits put together the right way.
The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.
Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.
I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Art never comes from happiness.
There's always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story.
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
I just don't want to die without a few scars.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.
You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
We just had a near-life experience!
Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Hysteria is only possible with an audience.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Every woman is just a different kind of problem.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flipping check clears.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.
That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.
Beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.
Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.
It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.
How sweet! You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me.
All I do is track a profane route to something (I hope) profound. Like swimming a river of shit for a kiss.
Going to spring break at Ft. Lauderdale, getting drunk and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of a patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to know she is even in distress.
Leonardo's Mona Lisa is just a thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo's David is just a million hits with a hammer. We're all of us a million bits put together the right way.
The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.
Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.
I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Art never comes from happiness.
There's always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story.
ee cummings quotations
"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea."
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.”
"Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything.”
“Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.”
"(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."
"Nothing recedes like progress."
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea."
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.”
"Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything.”
“Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.”
"(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."
"Nothing recedes like progress."
Oscar Wilde Quotes
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
A woman will flirt with anyone in the world, so long as other women are looking on.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
A woman will flirt with anyone in the world, so long as other women are looking on.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
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