I've made a post about the "Garrow's Law" series over in my journal, if anyone wants to come chat. Warning: post contains spoilers for all four episodes.
"Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?"
"An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. "I despise intelligence" really means: "I cannot bear my doubts."
"The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself."
"An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. "I despise intelligence" really means: "I cannot bear my doubts."
"The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself."
"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it."
"Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead."
"You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad."
"Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you."
"You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad."
"Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you."
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.
Jack of all trades, master of none though oft times better than the master of one.
I asked her, “Could we kiss for a little bit?”
“Excuse me,” she said, although, on the other hand, she didn’t pull her head back.
I told her, “Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.”
“And the more you wage war?”
- JS Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
“Excuse me,” she said, although, on the other hand, she didn’t pull her head back.
I told her, “Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.”
“And the more you wage war?”
- JS Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
"Seymour once said to me--in a crosstown bus, of all places--that all legitimate religious study must lead to unlearning the differences, the illusory differences, between boys and girls, day and night, heat and cold." - Buddy Glass
"I've studied and maybe learned how things are, but I'm not even close to why they are. And you must not expect to find that people understand what they do."
Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends- maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what it has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
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- Brad Land, Goat
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“And it’s fine because it’s been this way with girls a while now, these random things, because I know I’m too much for anyone, that if I let myself I’d love them all, I’d think they could fix me. But I know they can’t, and it’s enough, because every so often when a girl kisses me, touches my hand, my face, I remember that the world has light.”
- Music:Bad Company – Silver, Blue & Gold *
“It wasn’t brave because he wasn’t scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again to get his glasses, when he knew the wasps were there, when he was really scared. That was brave.”
…”And why was that?” asked the cat, although it sounded barely interested.
“Because,” she said, “when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”
I can remember the title, author, and location of every book in this library, Matthew. Every book that's ever been dreamed. Every book that's ever been imagined. Every book that's ever been lost. Millions upon millions of them. That's what I remember. It's my job. Other things … I forget sometimes.
But to go deeper, beneath what people said (and these judgements, how superficial, how fragmentary they are!) in her own mind now, what did it mean to her, this thing she called life? Oh, it was very queer. Here was So-and-so in South Kensington; some one up in Bayswater; and somebody else, say, in Mayfair. And she felt quiet continuously a sense of their existence and she felt what a waste; and she felt what a pity; and she felt if only they could be brought together; so she did it. And it was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom?
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
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