Favourite quotations #5

boundlessly “Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.” – Albert Camus

Pudukkottai “It is obvious that my head does not stand properly on my shoulders; for it is well known that everyone else knows better than I what I should do and not do: only I, poor rogue, do not know what I should be at. Are we not all like statues with the wrong heads on them? Isn’t that so, dear neighbour? – But no, you, precisely you, are the exception.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

perversely “Some things belong on paper, others in life. It’s a blessed fool who can’t tell the difference.” – Madeline, Quills

“Any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day living that wears you out.” – Anton Chekhov

“If I can’t feel, if I can’t move, if I can’t think, and I can’t care, then what conceivable point is there in living?” – Kay Redfield Jamison

“Don’t let the emptiness of this dull and awful world kill your imagination.” – Lonesome Wyatt

“No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.” – Oscar Wilde

“If you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.” – Stephen King

“Tell them stories.” – Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Perhaps the only difference between me and other people was that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset; more spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That’s perhaps my only sin.” – Nymphomaniac Vol 1.

“I know it’s crooked, but it’s the only game in town.” – Canada Bill Jones

“All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.” – Neil Gaiman

“It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.” – Terry Pratchett

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.” – Anais Nin

“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” – Cesar A. Cruz

“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” ― G.K. Chesterton

“The world has become so serious that humor is a risky profession.” – Bernado Erlich

“How did I go from being full of bluster and cheer to being empty and afraid? Usually a man has to be incarcerated, or see his fellows slaughtered, or lose a child, or…doesn’t he? Normally, in a normal person, yes, I think a blow of some sort would be required to install the fearful void where there had been the hale stand-and-deliver. But a coward may just lose his sheen, as it were, and precipitate into his true state, overnight, or over a few nights, or over some modest period of time, without any sudden cause. The sheen after all was false, a gloss, like the thin wax sprayed on an apple.
The wax wears off. Spots appear, the flesh softens, consumers (friends, lovers) back off, and one is taken from the top shelf, even if just in his mind, and is headed for a bag to be sent to the sauce factory. One defense is a commensurate loss of mind, which will allow the sodden apple to be giddy about the saddening. The commensurate loss of mind can be voluntary, as a tactic of camouflage or diversion, or it may come naturally as a contingent wearing off of essentially the same wax. At any rate the empty, afraid, ex-hale, post-stand-and-deliver fool will not accept at first that his wax is gone and that he is in decline. And then he will.” – Padgett Powell, ‘Losing the Wax’.



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