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It is of the nature of idea to be communicated: writ- ten, spoken, done. The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.

He welcomed isolation with all his heart.

Often I have wished I was as tough as a woman.

No one lollygags anymore and I'm sick of that shit. Get your asses out there and lollygag. Lollygag like the wind!

No—the stars are close and dear and I have joined the brotherhood of the worlds. And everything's holy—everything, even me.

Men of property were terrified for their property. Men who had never been hungry saw the eyes of the hungry. Men who had never wanted anything very much saw the flare of want in the eyes of the migrants.

We could have saved you, but you cut us down, and soon you will be cut down and there'll be none of us to save you.

Like a ol' graveyard ghos' goin' to neighbors' houses in the night.

"As Americans, we should be frightened---deeply afraid for the future of the nation. When good men and women can't speak the truth, when facts are inconvenient, when integrity and character no longer matter, when presidential ego and self-preservation are more important than national security-

If you want to save the world, you gotta push a few old ladies down the stairs.

For the world called to the heart which stammered to reply; life, and love, and revelry, and, most falsely, hope, called the forgetful, the human heart.

"Then it seem to me," he said, astonished at his boldness, "that if I got to look to you for a example, you ought to be a example. "

And this weight began to move at the bottom of his mind, in a silence like the silence of the void before creation, and he began to feel a terror he had never felt before.

There was an awful silence at the bottom of his mind, a dreadful weight, a dreadful speculation. And not even a speculation, but a deep, deep turning, as of something huge, black, shapeless, for ages dead on the ocean floor, that now felt its rest disturbed by a faint, far wind, which bid it: Arise

It's a matter what you think you can accomplish. When the hunter goes out in the rain forest to seek food for his family, does he expect to control nature? No. He imagines that nature is beyond him. Beyond his understanding. Beyond his control.

All major changes are like death. You can't see to the other side until you are there.

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Real life isn't a series of interconnected events occurring one after another like beads strung on a necklace. Life is actually a series of encounters in which one event may change those that follow in a wholly unpredictable, even devastating way.

The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

A had a problem with a fish. It took a liking to my percolator.

Let the Galaxy protect itself as best it can, since it stirred not a whit for my protection when I needed it.

The universe does not care what you do with your meat suit

evil is better organised, better equipped and better paid, It is not monsters or yakas or demons we should fear. Organised collectives of evil doers who think they are performing the work of the righteous. That is what should make us shudder.

Even do-gooders have their agendas.

How else to explain the world's madness? ... For atheists there are only moral choices. Accept that we are alone and strive to create heaven on earth. Or accept that no one's watching and do whatever the hell you like. The latter is by far easier.

the ability to kill someone is basically a mental stance, and not a question of physical means; a serial killer armed with a couple of feet of clothesline is far more dangerous than a cheerleader with a bazooka.

People smell all kinds of ways before they have burned, but only one way afterwards.

Who knew that hopelessness and nihilism would become a coping strategy

If he's such a jolly good fellow then why must we go on about how nobody can deny?

In war, no matter how much you plan and prepare and practice, when the big day actually arrives, you still can't find your ass with both hands.

Being neutral is no less strange, no less fraught with awkward compromises, than being a belligerent.

The problem with those honorable men is that they expect everyone else to be honorable in the same way

To the strange, Mystic strength Of the human animal Who can take A wishful dream And give it A dimension Of its own.

Faster! More haphazard!

Everyone and everything that wasn't a stupendous badass was dead.

The leaves of Shanghai: Pale doorways in a steel sky. Winter has begun

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.

Marine tanks always operated with riflemen, like a dog with his fleas. But with tanks and riflemen, it was mutually beneficial.

Found an old granola bar from from my trip to the dunes. I am basically Muad'Dib drinking the water of life.

Turn and turn again The screw Is a tightening Atrocity I shake For the reeking flesh Is as romantic as hell

only one with chaos within can give birth to a dancing star

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.

I've lost the knack of making sense. I speak gibberish to the civilized world, and it replies in kind.

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