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“Has it ever occurred to any of you that all this is simply one grand misunderstanding? Since you're not here to learn anything, but to be taught so you can pass these tests, knowledge has to be organized so it can be taught, and it has to be reduced to information so it can be organized do you follow that? In other words this leads you to assume that organization is an inherent property of the knowledge itself, and that disorder and chaos are simply irrelevant forces that threaten it from the outside. In fact it's exactly the opposite. Order is simply a thin, perilous condition we try to impose on the basic reality of chaos...”
― William Gaddis, J R

“-Put on the lights there, now. Before we go any further here, has it ever occurred to any of you that all this is simply one grand misunderstanding? Since you're not here to learn anything, but to be taught so you can pass these tests, knowledge has to be organized so it can be taught, and it has to be reduced to information so it can be organized do you follow that? In other words this leads you to assume that organization is an inherent property of knowledge itself, and that disorder and chaos are simply irrelevant forces that threaten it from outside. In fact it's exactly the opposite. Order is simply a thin, perilous condition we try to impose on the basic reality of chaos...”
― William Gaddis, J R

“I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!”
― William Gaddis, J R

“If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money”
― William Gaddis, J R

“Every artist joins a conversation that's been going on for generations, even millennia, before he or she joins the scene.”
― John Barth

“In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.”
― John Barth

“Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.”
― John Barth

“Is man a savage at heart, skinned o'er with fragile Manners? Or is savagery but a faint taint in the natural man's gentility, which erupts now and again like pimples on an angel's arse?”
― John Barth, The Sot-Weed Factor

“Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?

Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

“Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

“Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.”
― Samuel Beckett

“Reading about Japan in the West is often like looking at a funhouse mirror through a kaleidoscope.”
― Nick Mamatas, The Future is Japanese: Science Fiction Futures and Brand New Fantasies from and about Japan

“A story isn't like a smoothly running engine, but is rather like a photograph. Photos can never be a perfect representation of what an eye looking at the same subject will see, partially due to the limitations of lenses and emulsions, but largely due to the conscious choice of the photographer.”
― Nick Mamatas

“I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter."

(Letter 16, 1657)”
― Blaise Pascal, The Provincial Letters

“Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.”
― Blaise Pascal, ±Ê±ð²Ô²õé±ð²õ

“You always admire what you really don't understand.”
― Blaise Pascal

“Man's sensitivity to the little things and insensitivity to the greatest are the signs of a strange disorder.”
― Blaise Pascal

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“People as such do not exist: they are all 'things conceived”
― Andrei Bely, Petersburg

“You suffer from the oldest delusion in politics. You think you can change the world by talking to a leader. Leaders are the effects, not the causes of changes.”
― Alasdair Gray, Lanark

“Pentru ce oamenii care suferă nu se plictisesc? ÃŽn scara stărilor negative, care începe de la plictiseală ÅŸi sfârÅŸeÅŸte în disperare, trecând prin melancolie ÅŸi tristeÅ£e, omul care suferă încearcă atât de rar plictiseala, încât pentru el prima treaptă este melancolia. Plictiseala o cunosc numai oamenii care n-au un conÅ£inut lăuntric mai adânc ÅŸi care nu se pot menÅ£ine vii decât prin stimulente exterioare. Toate nulităţile caută varietatea lumii din afară, fiindcă superficialitatea nu este altceva decât realizarea prin obiecte. Omul superficial n-are decât o problemă: salvarea prin obiect. De aceea, el caută în lumea din afară tot ceea ce aceasta îi poate oferi pentru a se putea umple pe sine însuÅŸi cu valori ÅŸi lucruri exterioare. Melancolia presupune o dilatare lăuntrică, un vag al depărtărilor ÅŸi o nostalgie a infinitului, care izvorăsc dintr-o înălÅ£ime ÅŸi un rafinament sufletesc ce nu le întâlnim niciodată în plictiseală. Dacă omul superficial îşi pune vreodată probleme de ordin metafizic, atunci substratul psihic din care izvorăşte această neliniÅŸte aproximativă nu se ridică niciodată deasupra plictiselii. Åži toată metafizica la care duce plictiseala nu este decât o metafizică de circumstanţă. ÃŽn plictiseală, niciodată nu se pune serios problema omului, sau cel puÅ£in a subiectului, ci numai a orientării ÅŸi a atitudinii imediate faţă de lumea din afară. Nu este nici măcar o chestiune de dispoziÅ£ie; de destin, nici vorbă. Plictiseala este întâiul semn de neliniÅŸte când omul nu este inconÅŸtient, prin plictiseală animalul îşi manifestă primul grad de omenie. Ce departe de toate acestea este omul care suferă! Acesta niciodată nu e atât de sărac încât să se poată plictisi. SuferinÅ£a are rezerve infinite, care niciodată nu lasă pe om prea singur, ca el să mai aibă nevoie de alÅ£ii.”
― Emil Cioran, Cartea amăgirilor

“Plictiseala? O convalescenta incurabila.”
― Emil Cioran, Cartea amăgirilor

“Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.”
― William Faulkner

“There was a time—until very recently in the scheme of things—when there were no wild animals, because every animal was wild; and humans were few. Animals, and animal presence over us and around us. Over every horizon, animals. Their skins clothing our skins, their fats in our lamps, their bladders to carry water, meat when we could get it.”
― Kathleen Jamie, Sightlines

“We couldn't see the real dark for the metaphorical dark. Because of the metaphorical dark, the death-dark, we were constantly concerned to banish the natural dark.”
― Kathleen Jamie, Findings

“Naturally society cherished itself alone; it prized what everyone agreed was precious, despised what everyone agreed was despicable, and ignored what no one mentioned-all to it's own enhancement, and with the loud view that these bubbles and vapors were eternal and universal. If June had stressed to Mabel that she was going to die, would she have learned to eat with a fork? Society's loyal members, having sacrificed their only lives to it's caprices, hastened to entrap the next generation into agreement, so their follies would not have been in vain and they could all go down together, blind and well turned out. The company, the club, and the party had offered him a position like bait, and he bit. He had embedded himself in the company like a man bricked into a wall, and whirled with the building's maps, files, and desks,senselessly, as the planet spun and death pooled on the cold basement floors. Who could blame him?- when people have always lived so. Now , however, he saw the city lifted away, and the bricks and files vaporized; he saw the preenings of men laid low, and the comforts of family scattered. He was free and loosed on the black beach.”
― Annie Dillard, The Living

“But the fact is that writing is the only way in which I am able to cope with the memories which overwhelm me so frequently and so unexpectedly. If they remained locked away, they would become heavier and heavier as time went on, so that in the end I would succumb under their mounting weight. Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life. How often this has caused me to feel that my memories, and the labours expended in writing them down are all part of the same humiliating and, at bottom, contemptible business! And yet, what would we be without memory? We would not be capable of ordering even the simplest thoughts, the most sensitive heart would lose the ability to show affection, our existence would be a mere neverending chain of meaningless moments, and there would not be the faintest trace of a past. How wretched this life of ours is!--so full of false conceits, so futile, that it is little more than the shadow of the chimeras loosed by memory. My sense of estrangement is becoming more and more dreadful.”
― Winfried Georg Sebald, The Rings of Saturn

“We are not in the world, we become with the world; we become by contemplating it. Everything is vision, becoming. We become universes.”
― Félix Guattari, What Is Philosophy?

“the question of the one or the multiple once again becomes the most important one, introducing itself into the plane.”
― Félix Guattari, Janis Tomlinson, Graham Burchell III Gilles Deleuze, What Is Philosophy?

“Extermination or communism is the choice â€� but this communism must be more than just the sharing of wealth (who wants all this shit?) â€� it must inaugurate a whole new way of working together.”
― Félix Guattari, Communists Like Us: New Spaces of Liberty, New Lines of Alliance