A hand-picked compendium of various quotations, lyrics, excerpts, and sayings for your viewing pleasure.
"I learned that I really, really don’t like Mountain Dew. I bought a can of it at the gas station to wash down two bottles of pills. I’d never tried it before, honestly. I’m not one to drink sodas—the gas hurts my throat as it goes down, the bubbles piercing my throat, but I remember thinking, ‘Hey, might as well try something new while I can.’"
"I’m somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they’ll all like me. I’ll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It’s a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I’m alone. Your father’s gone, you’re gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I’m lonely. I’m old."
"No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite."
"The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse. There is no certainty that God actually did grant man dominion over other creatures. What seems more likely, in fact, is that man invented God to sanctify the dominion that he had usurped for himself over the cow and the horse."
— The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes
Ebon in the hedges, fat
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.
They accommodate themselves to my milkbottle, flattening their sides."
"God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship — but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering."
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath
"It was my lack of charm wasn’t it?
Or the guilt I wrap around my neck
I’m running out of ways to move on
Its my heart that burns with wickedness
I stole your youth and ran with it
I hearing on repeat the sounds of defeat"