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“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

“When relationships lose their pitch through lack of interest and become stale or unbearable through enduring stealthy backbiting, the emotional house of cards is under attack. A painstaking reshuffle, however, may brand a new choice of life and create energy for positive thinking, whereas remaining bogged down in dispiriting situations and staying clogged up with immaterial hassle may only spawn forlorn deadlocks.. ("Mes cliques et mes claques")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn't feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.”
― Anthony Liccione

“A book about books is like a poem about poetry:

Books are knowledge, paid for, all.
Readers - horses in a stall.
Stallions should always run.
Lest they stale become, in turn.

Running waters are most clear.
In some books, you disappear 鈥�
lose yourself, and track of time.
How I wish that one was mine...

Mine, to have, to write, to read...
Mine, just like a flying steed.
Mine, forever, - to improve.
Would I then, of me, approve?

I would not, I can't... myself.
I'm but dust, swept off a shelf.
Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled,
down, beside my flower, petalled.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“Don鈥檛 pass on your passions, to settle in the stale normality. Endure. Strive. Ensure.”
― Anthony Liccione

“She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.”
― Anthony Liccione

“There is a distinction between a relationship which has a routine and a relationship which becomes routine”
― Johnny Rich, The Human Script

“Yet hopefully things are different now, and I'm moving on to something better rather than attempting to suck more out of the same stale situation.”
― Doug Cooper, Outside In

“Age isn't our final destiny, it's the youth we keep alive within.”
― Anthony Liccione

“With Death Troupe, we come as close to the never-ending rehearsal as we can without going full improv. Your characters can鈥檛 become set because the culprit is different in every version of the play. Your lines can鈥檛 become rote recitation because the execution of those lines has to leave you ready to believably shift your character in any number of different directions.

And even if we reach the point where every one of you could perform every variant of the play perfectly in your sleep, there鈥檚 an audience just feet away, working against you, trying to figure you out, trying to catch you in a slip JUST ONCE.”
― Vincent H. O'Neil, Death Troupe

“The indoor society is the isolated society.”
― Steven Magee

“We need to move away from the indoor society.”
― Steven Magee