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“If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“楔芯泻褗褌 械 锌芯褉邪蟹褟胁邪褖 蟹邪 卸械薪邪, 胁懈褌邪械褖邪 写邪谢械褔械 薪邪写 邪薪懈屑邪谢懈褋褌懈褔薪懈褌械 写褗薪邪 薪邪 褔芯胁械褕泻邪褌邪 锌褉懈褉芯写邪. 袛芯褋褌邪 胁褉械屑械 泄 械 薪褍卸薪芯, 蟹邪 写邪 褋械 芯胁谢邪写械械. 袙褋谢褍褕邪薪邪 褋褗褋 褋锌褉褟薪 写褗褏 胁 褋胁芯懈褌械 芯锌邪褋薪懈 薪械懈蟹胁械褋褌薪芯褋褌懈, 褌褟 芯褖械 锌芯-芯褋褌褉芯 懈蟹锌懈褌胁邪 胁褗谢薪懈褌械 芯褌 蟹邪谐谢褗褏胁邪薪械褌芯 薪邪 屑褗谢薪懈褟褌邪, 芯褋械蟹邪械屑懈 泻邪褌芯 褉懈褌褗屑 胁 泻褉褗胁褌邪 泄. 孝芯胁邪 褋邪 锌褗褉胁懈褌械 褋懈谐薪邪谢懈. 袠写械, 懈写械 芯褌屑褗褖械薪懈械褌芯 薪邪 锌芯褌褗锌泻邪薪邪褌邪 锌褉懈褉芯写邪.”
― Blaga Dimitrova, 袥懈褑械

“Every once in a while, large cities have narrow streets, silent passageways that allow your footsteps to echo in the stillness of the night, and it seems like everything is going back to the way it was, when there were only a few of us and we all knew each other and greeted each other on the street.”
― Jaume Cabr茅

“We are tossed about by external causes in many ways, and like waves driven by contrary winds, we waver and are unconscious of the issue and our fate.' We think we are most ourselves when we are most passionate, whereas it is then we are most passive, caught in some ancestral torrent of impulse or feeling, and swept on to a precipitate reaction which meets only part of the situation because without thought only part of a situation can be perceived.”
― Will Durant, The Story of Philosophy: The Lives and Opinions of the World's Greatest Philosophers

“Within our very cells we carry genetic memories of ancestral incarnations. If we awaken these atavisms to conscious life, we can take on their attributes and qualities. These atavistic powers have been known for millennia as: animal totems, helping spirits, maybe even the Gods and Goddesses themselves!”
― Laurence Galian, Beyond Duality: The Art of Transcendence

“When I hit the bitumen and get that smooth grey rumble going under me everything鈥檚 hell different. Like I鈥檓 in a fresh new world all slick and flat and easy. Even with the engine working up a howl and the wind flogging in the window the sounds are real soft and pillowy. Civilized I mean. Like you鈥檙e still on the earth but you don鈥檛 hardly notice it anymore. And that鈥檚 hectic. You鈥檇 think I never got in a car before. But when you鈥檝e hoofed it like a dirty goat all these weeks and months, when you鈥檝e had the stony slow prickle-up hard country right in your face that long it鈥檚 bloody sudden. Some crazy shit, I tell you. Brings on this angel feeling. Like you鈥檙e just one arrow of light.”
― Tim Winton, The Shepherd's Hut

“Wouldn't it be better to avoid the thrust of the dagger which, I knew, with the atavistic insight of a Jewish child, would in a few minutes be plunged into my heart?”
― Fred Uhlman, Reunion