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1 " most reviews are written by morons about morons. sensibility is at a premium in american culture these days. "
― Jim Dodge , Stone Junction
2 " Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath. "
3 " Why are the ones who are too good to be true always being true to someone else? "
4 " The mind is the shadow of the light it seeks. "
5 " I don't know a fucking thing. That must mean I'm finally sane and that's an excellent place to start going crazy again. "
6 " I wanted someone to hold me close so I slide across and snuggled in tight and said, 'Hold me.' He did, and it was tender and truly sweet, but without a trace of that wild carnal edge you would have to cross if you want to get so close together you can't tell each other apart.I pushed it. I said, 'I want to get closer. I want you to love who I am.' Love doesn't do much for the powers of explanation, but since Love has never asked for one itself, that seems fair enough. "
7 " Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath "
8 " a national government is bad enough, but this administration is the largest collection of scoundrels and morons in recent memory. "
9 " Ölümü kaçıracak ve karşılığında fidye olarak zaman isteyecekti."Çev. Ayşe Ünal "
10 " Drills and explosives did what Willie believed all technologies did: They killed feeling. By assassinating time and space under the guise of saving them, they keep people out of touch when the better state of being, according to Willie and others, is in touch. In his more delirious screeds, Willie claimed that industrialization was a Christian plot to destroy the pagan reflex between sensation and emotion. "
11 " Just as the terror is experienced as falling, the ecstasy is experienced as rising, soaring—but unchecked, it’s the same as falling. So watch for that moment when clarity swerves toward the ecstatic. Catch yourself and return as soon as possible. I mean immediately. The further you soar, the further you fall. "
12 " The mind is a glass floor. The mind is the spirit’s tear. The mind is our prior and subsequent ghost. The mind is the Bullion Express and the blood on the tracks. The mind is a stone door. The silver on the backs of mirrors. The wave that defines the coast. It’s what the drunk grave robbers couldn’t stuff in their sacks. The mind is the sum of all and more. The spasm between one and zero in the Calendar of Black-Hole Years. The contract between the lash and the whipping post. A quilt of dreams stitched with facts. A meaningless argument among whores. Rain that keeps falling when the sky clears. A masquerade party, guest and host. A candlelit landscape of puddled wax. The mind is what thought is for. The parking lot at the Mall of Fears. The fire-pit for the piggy roast. What the soul surrendered and won’t take back. The mind is neither either nor or. The real center of an empty sphere. "
