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Upon being informed by her butler that there were 10 men waiting for her backstage, Mae West responded:
"Send one home, I'm tired." |
"Once I was pure as the driven snow...now I'm just driven."
~Mae West |
From "Ball"
You will think I am being melodramatic
When I say maybe basketball saved my life, but I leave you with this one image: A guy in the middle of the night in a city long ago with his hands shaking so bad He could hardly even get a grip on the ball, but an hour later, under the old streetlight, I hit like eleven in a row and was panting and pleased and something was healed. - Brian Doyle |
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.
~Chuck Palahniuk |
As there are silent depths in the ocean which the fiercest storm
cannot reach, so there are silent, holy depths of the hearts of people which the storm of sin and sorrow can never disturb. To reach this silence and to live consciously in it is peace. James Allen |
True silence really means going deep within yourself to that place
where nothing is happening, where you transcend time and space. You go into a brand new dimension of nothingness. That's where all the power is. That's your real home. That's where you really belong, in deep Silence where there is no good or bad, no one trying to achieve anything. Just being, pure being. . . . Silence is the ultimate reality. Robert Adams |
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire,
but gradually our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant. We have not managed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us around it, led us past it, and then if we turn around to gaze at the remote past, we can barely catch sight of it, so imperceptible has it become. Marcel Proust |
“Life is not an easy matter... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.” - Leon Trotsky
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"It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, but that not every one is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds . Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so if every planet in the Universe has a population of zero then the entire population of the Universe must also be zero, and any people you may actually meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination." ~Douglas Adams, The Original Hitchhiker Radio Script |
to me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make --
-- Truman Capote the pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible -- -- Vladimir Nabakov the good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads -- -- William Styron |
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese
Moved and moved on, all is forgiven and forgotten. I ask for nothing, expect nothing. In the end none of it matters.~ Me |
Don't knock masturbation - it's sex with someone I love. ~Woody Allen
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Open Letter to the South
by Langston Hughes
White workers of the South Miners, Farmers, Mechanics, Mill Hands, Shop girls, Railway men, Servants, Tobacco workers, Sharecroppers, GREETINGS! I am the black worker, Listen: That the land might be ours, And the mines and the factories and the office towers At Harlan, Richmond, Gastonia, Atlanta, New Orleans; That the plants and the roads and the tools of power Be ours: Let us forget what Booker T. said, "Separate as the fingers." Let us become instead, you and I, One single hand That can united rise To smash the old dead dogmas of the past- To kill the lies of color That keep the rich enthroned And drive us to the time-clock and the plow Helpless, stupid, scattered, and alone-as now- Race against race, Because one is black, Another white of face. Let us new lessons learn, All workers, New life-ways make, One union form: Until the future burns out Every past mistake Let us together, say: "You are my brother, black or white, You my sister-now-today!" For me, no more, the great migration to the North. Instead: migration into force and power- Tuskegee with a new flag on the tower! on every lynching tree, a poster crying FREE Because, O poor white workers, You have linked your hands with me. We did not know that we were brothers. Now we know! out of that brotherhood Let power grow! We did not know That we were strong. Now we see In union lies our strength. Let unions be The force that breaks the time-clock, Smashes misery, Takes land, Takes factories, Takes office towers, Takes tools and banks and mines. Railroads, ships and dams, Until the forces of the world Are ours! White worker, Here is my hand. Today, We're Man to Man. |
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can play together all night.
--Bill Watterson |
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson |
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson |
"When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other."
- Chinese Proverb |
Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." ...I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train car constructions, like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects to "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." |
"Just for the record, the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal." - Chuck Palahniuk
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here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new) self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to a disappearing poet of always,snow and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness) here's to one undiscoverable guess of whose mad skill each world of blood is made (whose fatal songs are moving in the moon -- e.e. cummings |
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