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“Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his happiness.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky

“I say let the world go to heck, but I should always have my tea.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”

-DFW

“And Lo, for the Earth was empty of Form, and void. And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep. And We said: 'Look at that fricker Dance’.”

-DFW

Ah yes, literature. I can't say that reading is a habit of mine , but I consider myself a connoisseur. Here are some excellent quotes.

"He dragged his tongue teasingly across Berrynose's peepee, making the cream tom sharply inhale through his teeth. He squirmed as the tom teased him slowly with his tongue, his moons of pent-up arousal becoming overwhelming. In a moment of frustration, Berrynose swung his paw behind Lionblaze's head and pushed, burying the tom's muzzle in his peepee and pressing his nose against Berrynose's cream colored belly fur. Lionblaze choked on the tom's member, caught-off guard, but quickly regained his footing as he swirled his tongue around the thick peepee. As his tongue made contact with Berrynose's barbs, Lionblaze let out a deep groan which made him twitch. Berrynose kept his paw on the golden tom's large head and guided him up and down, claws tangled in his fur. Pleasure was filling Berrynose's body to the brim. Poppyfrost was good at giving her mate head, yes, but the desire that he had felt towards Lionblaze made Berrynose ravenous for him. Lionblaze worked expertly, keeping his mouth working around Berrynose's member as the cream tom bucked upwards in ecstasy. "Oh StarClan, Lionblaze! You're so good. Please. You're too good." Berrynose panted, fricking Lionblaze's mouth."

"See, I told ya. Now, I don't go saying I'm psychic and all, that's for them hippies, but I tell you what: a little Reagonomics know-how, and ain't nobody gonna tell you that you aren't psychic. It's all about- you know, our President Reagan, greatest philosopher on Earth. Sociology's a dirty word, I get it, the liberal professors done ruined it with their Marxist creed, but tell you what, Ronnie Reagan boiled down society to a science. A science! And Reagonomics is its crown jewel, y'know, if he was Newton then that's his gravity, if he was Einstein it's his E=mc squared. But he ain't neither of 'em, he's greater than them, he's Ronald Reagan. And ain't anybody want him to be anyone else."

"Keith: GASP! A ultra rare waifu, it maybe my luckiest day ever! I must her catch her."

TRANS LIVES MATTER. FANFIC IS LITERATURE.

"Before the Law stands a gatekeeper."

Or

"A screaming cones across the sky."

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.

The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

• Ecclesiastes 1, kjv

When a child first catches adults out—when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just—his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child’s world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.

Steinbeck

"I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. I quite sympathize with the rage of the English democracy against what they call the vices of the upper orders. The masses feel that drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality should be their own special property, and that if any one of us makes an butt of himself he is poaching on their preserves. When poor Southwark got into the Divorce Court, their indignation was quite magnificent. And yet I don’t suppose that ten per cent. of the proletariat live correctly.”

Oscar Wilde

The passage in this story by Tobias Wolff will always stick with me.

The bullet is already in the brain; it won't be outrun forever, or charmed to a halt. In the end it will do its work and leave the troubled skull behind, dragging its comet's tail of memory and hope and talent and love into the marble hall of commerce. That can't be helped. But for now Anders can still make time. Time for the shadows to lengthen on the grass, time for the tethered dog to bark at the flying ball, time for the boy in right field to smack his sweat-blackened mitt and softly chant, They is, they is, they is.

It is the very character of domestic life to present the world as an enclosed owned space, and, although mankind adapts itself on the whole to this condition, both biologically and culturally, yet there remains a glimmer of the opposite tendency inside even the lowliest. He can’t help but experience this new state of things in late civilizations except with dread, the dread suspicion...an uncanny suspicion..... that the world is artificial. He begins to sense that this hothouse he lives in is the malevolent creation of a demiurge that likes to observe our sufferings, that He and his minions feed on them. In the remote future, should the evil of human innovation continue unchecked, we really will live in the world the Gnostics feared, and that spark of vital life and energy that is the gift of nature to all youthful peoples born from its womb, that spark will remain entrapped in “matter wrongly configured,” matter entirely foreign to its inborn desires and workings, but fashioned instead for the benefit of something else.