<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241</id><updated>2011-07-09T22:12:28.756-05:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='link'/><category term='comic'/><category term='essay'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='poem'/><category term='200'/><category term='play'/><category term='intro'/><category term='book quotes'/><category term='lists'/><category term='short'/><title type='text'>Quotelings</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/1050464"&gt;The profile is here, and it says nothing.&lt;/A&gt;

Words have power. They can make you happy or sad or think or suicidal or dance or sing or smile or cry. So I'll just stand on this cliff shouting written words of wisdom: &lt;I&gt;*Screams*&lt;/I&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-3984994741145148867</id><published>2011-02-24T05:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T05:23:02.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What I'm trying to say is I think I love you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There are some feelings that fill you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that dig their roots into your skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;they swell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and blow you over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;like wind and waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For winter’s rains and ruins are over,&lt;br /&gt;And all the season of snows and sin;&lt;br /&gt;The days dividing lover and lover,&lt;br /&gt;The light that loses, the night that wins;&lt;br /&gt;And time remembered is grief forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,&lt;br /&gt;And in green underwood and cover&lt;br /&gt;Blossom by blossom the spring begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Algernon Charles Swinburne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Live out of your imagination, not your history. -Stephen R. Covey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-John Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Life isn't divided into genres. It's a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Some days you wake up and immediately start to worry. Nothing in particular is wrong it's just he suspicion that forces are aligning quietly and there will be trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"We artists are indestructible, even in a prison cell or a concentration camp I would be almighty in my world of art. even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." -Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate you never write it quite the way you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?" - Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting Lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s “lonely, lonely,” like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder. -Chuck Klosterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;your mischievous smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;your rather weird hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;your sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;your perverse mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the occasional annoying conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the funny random noises you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the burning touch of your fingertips on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;how you know most of the things on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the way you take my breath away and never give it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/i&gt; by Gregory MaGuire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Whoever comes are the right people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. Whenever it starts is the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. When it's over, it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There is no such thing as the good old days. There is only selective memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"In the end, what we regret the most are the chances we never too." -Frasier Crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I feel too much. That's what's going on." "Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel the wrong ways?" "My insides don't match up with my outsides." "Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?" "I don't know. I'm only me." "Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside." "But it's worse for me." "I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him." "Probably."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-3984994741145148867?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3984994741145148867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3984994741145148867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2011/02/addiction-is-tricky.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-4666839868814052253</id><published>2011-02-17T07:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:17:41.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;What I Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telepathy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow outside, warm inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arms &amp;amp; Hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeping in touch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coincidences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mornings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaningfulness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tableclothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-4666839868814052253?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/4666839868814052253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/4666839868814052253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-love-feelings-nostalgia-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-4945681868442033386</id><published>2011-02-17T05:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:02:57.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "  &gt;Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, a half-complete cigarette, diet coke with fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, you grandmother's musical box, the ballet shoes you've had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "  &gt;No. Love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you, I and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-4945681868442033386?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/4945681868442033386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/4945681868442033386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-scars-on-your-knees-leftover.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-6759330928049510906</id><published>2011-02-17T04:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:45:49.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. - Silvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;If you believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;but fine it difficult to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;explain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;This is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant, I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long-dstance lover and proudly say: I only used fifty-nine words today, I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper 'I love you' thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;-Jeffrey McDaniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;no amount of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;no amount of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;no amount of whiskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;no amount of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;no, nothing else will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I gotta have &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Go now, and live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself up to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong every once in a while, and don't be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology. See goodness in the world. Be Bold. Be Fierce. Be Grateful. Be Wild, Crazy and Gloriously Free. Be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Go now, and live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;-Jeanette LeBlanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I hate when I start liking someone because then I start expecting things out of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sufjan Stevens was found in a milk crate on the doorstep of Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, in Detroit, MI, on Canada Day, July 1, 1975. He was wrapped in cellophane, and tagged on the wrist with the mysterious note: “I love you.” Mr. and Mrs. Stevens had three other children: Jo-Jo, Zukey-Dukey, and Jam-Jam. Mrs. Stevens crocheted afghans for the flea market. Mr. Stevens was the custodian at the hospital. They had very little money, but very big hearts. They decided to keep the baby (using the milk crate to hold their National Geographics). They named him Sufjan Stevens, after Abu Sufjan Muhammad, the great Armenian Sufi warrior who slew ten thousand dragons to save the Fairy Princess. Despite his despondent looks, Sufjan was a good kid. Mr. and Mrs. Stevens did the best they could. They fed him carrots, they read him parts of the Bhagavad Gita, they combed his hair, they sang songs and tap-danced in the living room. Things were looking good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;We've got our deepest hopes tattooed on our eyelids, so when we sleep we speak fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but I don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;-Justin Safran Foer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;There are things you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;because they feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;amp; they may make no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;amp; they may make no money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;amp; it may be the real reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;we are here: to love each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;other &amp;amp; to eat each other's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;cooking &amp;amp; say it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;-B. Andreas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Go after her. Fuck, don't sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that's what you should do if you love someone, don't wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don't let people happen to you, don't let me happen to you, or her, she's not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I'd be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can't just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone's idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries to sniff books like perfumes &amp;amp; wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. &amp;amp; out of that love, remake a world." - Ray Bradbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what. - Atticus Finch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;i want to wear your sweatshirt to bed, watch scary movies with you, talk on the phone until sunrise, sneak out at night to look at the stars with you, play your favorite video game, make you watch chick flicks, kiss you in the rain, go on walks with you, laugh until i can't breath, hold hands, build a fort and have a snowball fight, sit in front of the fireplace and talk about life. i want to fall hopelessly in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"There isn't anyone you couldn't love once you've heard their story." -Mary Lou Kownacki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(Mister Roger's favorite quote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;-Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;i've fallen for you like an amazonian tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;which is to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;hard, fast, and although unnoticed by most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;of the world's population,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;not without great consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;-Ayn Rand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Everything that is beautiful will eventually break our hearts OR our hands will eventually break everything that is beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The worst mistake you can make is to think you're alive when really, you're asleep in life's waiting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but &lt;i&gt;minds&lt;/i&gt; alive on the shelves." -Gilbert Highet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not sad&lt;/i&gt;, he would repeat to himself over and over, &lt;i&gt;I am not sad&lt;/i&gt;. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others -- the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. &lt;i&gt;I am not sad. I am not sad.&lt;/i&gt; Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. &lt;i&gt;I am not sad.&lt;/i&gt; -Justin Safran Foer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Life is a battle; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Wear your scars with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;it's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not. - anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am not what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;But I turn off the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;and take you out on plush dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;that involve popcorn and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;rusty bicycles in Tokyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I suck on a pear flavored candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I want to be unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I want to be the one you love more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-6759330928049510906?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/6759330928049510906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/6759330928049510906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-can-never-read-all-books-i-want-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5384649309797230235</id><published>2010-06-15T06:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:33:33.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It’s 4 am. It’s that time when you don’t really understand your own ideas. The coffee makes you cringe a little but you keep drinking because perhaps you can stay awake all night? You know you won’t. You contemplate wheather you should write anything else. Also, there is a brief uncertainty about the spelling of whether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once I was beautiful, now I am myself. - Anne Sexton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren't alone. Maybe God was simply that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you don't find a way to create a wall between [writing] and the world, the world will always win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a healthy appetite for solitude. If you don’t, you have no business being a writer 0Will Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No one is free. Even the birds are chained to the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"For eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably. Of course not all books are suitable for mealtime reading. It would be a kind of blasphemy to read poetry at table. What one wants is a gossipy, formless book which can be opened anywhere" - C. S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every New Year feels this way to me. So much pressure to find something fun to do, so many people to spend time with and make calls to and send texts at the stroke of midnight and then a few moments later, everyone has gone home and things are quiet, and I’m sitting there looking at the floor saying “so this is the new year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Ben Gibbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world. And they are not only happy in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-William Lyon Phelps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When they are alone they want to be with others, and when they are with others they want to be alone. After all, human beings are like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="quote_mark" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gertrude Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes I thought about nothing &amp;amp; sometimes I thought about my life. at least I made a living. what kind of living? a living. I lived. it wasn’t easy. &amp;amp; yet. I found out how little is unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the history of love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; nicole krauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="quote_mark" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Books are notes from the field, bound and domesticated, life brought into narrow focus… Every one is a brick keeping the building standing. Books are my life. I leave and come back, and the books I find there tell me I’m home. - Joshua Ferris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;B. F. Skinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is no separation between the fallen and the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The broken is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life's disappoointments are harder to take when you don't know any curse words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A poem is a small…machine made of words…It’s movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="quote_mark" &gt; -W.C. Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Nora Ephron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when I do poems, it eats up the whole day in a slow lust which I can’t resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="quote_mark" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sylvia plath, february 1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="quote_mark" &gt;" - J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All books are either dreams or swords,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can cut, or you can drug, with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="quote_mark" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amy Lowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If only you’d remember before ever you sit down to write that you’ve been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;reader&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; long before you were ever a writer. You simply fix that fact in your mind, then sit very still and ask yourself, as a reader, what piece of writing in all the world Buddy Glass would most want to read if he had his heart’s choice. The next step is terrible, but so simple I can hardly believe it as I write it. You just sit down shamelessly and write the thing yourself. I won’t even underline that. It’s too important to be underlined. Oh, dare to do it, Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much overexcited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a story, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love, S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote_mark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5384649309797230235?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5384649309797230235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5384649309797230235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-4-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5037710841194866896</id><published>2010-06-15T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:11:21.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only when the last tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Has been cut down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And the last river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Has dried to a trickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will man finally realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That we cannot eat money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And reciting old proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Makes you sound like a twat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Banksy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5037710841194866896?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5037710841194866896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5037710841194866896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-when-last-tree-has-been-cut-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-3968611885939681559</id><published>2009-12-11T02:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:57:26.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How To Greet Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet death&lt;br /&gt;With your hands in your pockets,&lt;br /&gt;Slouched back, cool,&lt;br /&gt;Collected, and confident.&lt;br /&gt;Wear a hit of a grin&lt;br /&gt;And a dash of cologne.&lt;br /&gt;Say What took you so long?&lt;br /&gt;Say You're behind the times, man.&lt;br /&gt;Say Dead is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;Coffin is the new condo.&lt;br /&gt;Pallor is the new tan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La vida muerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet death&lt;br /&gt;With a fistful of black-eyed susans,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in your stomach,&lt;br /&gt;And two tickets to tomorrow's sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Wear your father's cufflinks&lt;br /&gt;And your mother's wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;Say, Kiss me, kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Say But wait until the sun comes up.&lt;br /&gt;Just until daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasta le muerte, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greet death&lt;br /&gt;With a knife at your own neck,&lt;br /&gt;Chin up, throat bared,&lt;br /&gt;Cardiac in overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;Wear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Wear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Say Bring it on motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;Say Only on my terms.&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing&lt;br /&gt;And open your throat.&lt;br /&gt;And bleed to completion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El final, el final, el final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gabriel Gadfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-3968611885939681559?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3968611885939681559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3968611885939681559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-greet-death-greet-death-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-3421923403235004511</id><published>2009-10-11T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:37:37.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you stay up so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Russ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, if you really want to know:&lt;br /&gt;remember that day you lost two years ago&lt;br /&gt;at the rockpool wher eyou sat and played the jeweler&lt;br /&gt;with all those stones you'd stolen from the shore?&lt;br /&gt;Most of them went dark and nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;but somethimes one would blink the secret color&lt;br /&gt;it had locked up somewhere in its stony sleep.&lt;br /&gt;this is how you knew the ones to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I collect the dull things of the day&lt;br /&gt;in which I see some possibility&lt;br /&gt;but which are dead and which have the surprise&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, and I've no pool to help me tell--&lt;br /&gt;so I look at them and look at them until&lt;br /&gt;one thing makes a mirror in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;then I paint it with the tear to make it bright.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I sit up through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don Paterson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-3421923403235004511?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3421923403235004511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3421923403235004511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-do-you-stay-up-so-late-for-russ-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-1981609680482547201</id><published>2009-09-20T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:25:30.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;After the Bowling Stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this guy played guitar on stage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and it made me think of you, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you play guitar on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I spent the next fifteen minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;running a mental slide show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOS ANGLES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You gave me half of your egg salad sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;INDIANAPOLIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You grab me, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the smell of gasoline on my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;turns you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CHICAGO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We play Ferris Bueller and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;follow a kids’ tour group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at the Institute of Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ASHLAND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You bowl five strikes in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Etcetera, etcetera…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I find this still happens a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someone’s wearing shoes, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think of you, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; wear shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You drink beverages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YOU BREATHE AIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can see how this might be a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;blurt your name out loud in my apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like a Tourettes outburst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I’m supposed to write this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;poem about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because I keep saying I’m a poet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I’ve been trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for the three years since you stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bowling in my presence, but it keeps coming out like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate you, I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish I’d never agreed to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;date you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The day you left,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the sun set for the last time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the trees wilted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and happy little creatures ceased to scurry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is a block of frozen, solid, petrified, cold, really hard ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don’t need you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Never did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I CAN OPEN MY OWN PICKLE JARS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MOTHERFUCKER!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I can write volumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;about every little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one-night-stand-pointless-encounter-waste-of-saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’ve tried to replace you, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You’re drying up the ink in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all my favorite pens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You’re hiding all my journals and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;shorting out my keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are the quintessential cock block,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if I had a cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are the ultimate writer’s block, if…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No, wait, that one works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The point is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you can eat a whole egg salad sandwich,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I appreciate the gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And that stretch of 90/94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;from Chicago to Rockford has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never been the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;since I drove it home from the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And when you stayed over this past spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you slept on the couch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;took a shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But it took me three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to take your towel out of the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and five more to wash it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I find I can’t really write about something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;until I have a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;distance perspective, but you’re still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mashed up against me like a Siamese twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And the kicker is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can’t even say I want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You were all shades of fiasco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was only on your mind if I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;waving my arms in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And having sex with you?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I suspect you wouldn’t have known the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if I had been inflatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you only gave me the sandwich because you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BEING SUCH AN ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if you asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;would I take you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah I totally would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And that pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But if I was with you right now, I’d be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sitting in some hotel in New York,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;getting my ass kicked at Scrabble, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pitching a makeshift baseball game in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And my debt would be twice as ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I’d weigh a hundred pounds, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you supplement eating and sleeping and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not in any good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I wouldn’t be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wouldn’t be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;running my stupid life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are the rockstar me I’m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;too impatient to wait for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you’ve got nothing to do with anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Most of my friends don’t even know what you look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So you’re all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And a terrible kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and a really sore loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I suspect you’ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;litter my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;unfinished pages about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;empty spaces you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;left in my apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when someone asks to borrow a guitar pick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or uses the words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’ll think of you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;snapshot something somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;away from here and today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not much I can really do about that, just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thought I’d mention it, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it was on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Thadra Sheridan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-1981609680482547201?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1981609680482547201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1981609680482547201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-bowling-stopped-last-night-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-3474291665124212558</id><published>2009-09-13T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:56:46.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've tried to say it a thousand different ways. I've tried twisting the words inside out and doubling them back over onto themselves. I've tried coming up with words in different languages, because maybe they have words for this thing (I couldn't say what it is) that we're missing in this one. I've tried saying the same words over and over again in hopes that this time they'll mean what I want them to mean. I've tried writing it down and spelling it out and stressing each syllable across intercontinental static. I've filled up pages and pages of paper with what I'm trying to say, but never with what I mean to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it annoyed you in the end. Maybe I should just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Loren Barnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-3474291665124212558?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3474291665124212558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3474291665124212558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-tried-to-say-it-thousand-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-25986855447120238</id><published>2009-09-13T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:52:49.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place, but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Dorothy Nevill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All great truths begin as blasphemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are here on Earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know. --W.H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While you weren't listening, all our love songs became sad songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your absence has gone through me like a needle; everything I do is stitched with its color. - W.S. Merwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. ~ Henry Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I'll meet you there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You remember and dwell on all the things you've lost and ignore all the things you haven't. Because your scars are like stars. Yet the night stays perfectly black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight its way out of a piss-soaked paper bag. ... As for the types of comments I make, sometimes I just, By God, get carried away with my own eloquence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-George Patton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A moral being is one who is capable of comparing his past and future actions or motives, and of approving or disapproving of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If my heart was a compass, you’d be North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No one should have to dance backward all of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet, no matter how accurately you write it or mumble it under your breath, it won't change the way things stand between you. A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one's ever played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  - Frank Moore Colby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you keep whispering the same story to yourself "I'll be unhappy now because that'll make me happy later. Because that's how a story works." So your happiness will always happen later, never now. Life isn't a story. Life is chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"When you trust your point of view, that's when you start taking pictures." - Annie Leibovitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When a woman behaves like a man, why doesn't she behave like a nice man?  ~Edith Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You constantly look for a sign and when it's given to you and you don't like the answer, you call it a coincidence. There are no coincidences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;--Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In case you touch me by accident. In case you don't on purpose. More hope than heaven (more sadness than soil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Call no man foe, but never love a stranger." - Stella Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can love. - Zelda Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Integrity is telling myself the truth.  And honesty is telling it to other people." - Spencer Johnston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-25986855447120238?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/25986855447120238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/25986855447120238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-art-of-conversation-is-not-only-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5506461411294445048</id><published>2009-09-13T01:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:40:45.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Mid-Term Examination&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;hr /&gt;             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="375"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td valign="top" width="8%"&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td valign="top" width="92%"&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Name                      the three aspects of beauty and give three examples of each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td valign="top"&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td valign="top"&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Integritas,                      Consonantia, Claritas&lt;br /&gt;                    Wholeness, Harmony, Clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;These                      three are whole:&lt;br /&gt;                    A note of music&lt;br /&gt;                    An uncaught trout&lt;br /&gt;                    A single stone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;These                      three are harmonious:&lt;br /&gt;                    The breath of two sleepers&lt;br /&gt;                    The colors of wood and flame&lt;br /&gt;                    The pull of muscle on bone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And                      these are clear:&lt;br /&gt;                    Bird song over water&lt;br /&gt;                    Light lancing from waves&lt;br /&gt;                    The edge of the moon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paul J. Sampson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5506461411294445048?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5506461411294445048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5506461411294445048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/09/mid-term-examination-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-165372040991825870</id><published>2009-09-11T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:30:10.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How To Watch Your Brother Die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For Carl Morse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the call comes, be calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say to your wife, "My brother is dying. I have to fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to California."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;try not to be shocked that he already looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a cadaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say to the young man sitting by your brother's side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm his brother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Try not to be shocked when the young man says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm his lover. Thanks for coming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Listen to the doctor with a steel face on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sign the necessary forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tell the doctor you will take care of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wonder why doctors are so remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watch the lover's eyes as they stare into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your brother's eyes as they stare into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wonder what they see there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember the time he was jealous and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forgive him out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;even if he can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Realize the scar will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all that's left of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;say to the lover, "You're an extremely good-looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;young man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hear him say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I never thought I was good enough looking to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;deserve your brother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm sorry. I don't know what it means to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the lover of another man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hear him say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Its just like a wife, only the commitment is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;deeper because the odds against you are so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;greater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say nothing, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;take his hand like a brother's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;help him live longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Explain what they are to the border guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fill with rage when he informs you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You can't bring those across."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Begin to grow loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feel the lover's hand on your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;restraining you. See in the guard's eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how much a man can hate another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say to the lover, "How can you stand it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hear him say, "You get used to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Think of one of your children getting used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;another man's hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"He hasn't much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll be home soon." Before you hang up say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"How could anyone's commitment be deeper than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a husband and a wife?" Hear her say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Please. I don't want to know all the details."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When he slips into an irrevocable coma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hold his lover in your arms while he sobs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no longer strong. Wonder how much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you will be able to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;whose arms are used to holding men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Offer God anything to bring your brother back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Know you have nothing God could possible want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Curse God, but do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;abandon Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stare at the face of the funeral director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when he tells you he will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;embalm the body for fear of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;contamination. Let him see in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how much a man can hate another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stand beside a casket covered in flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;white flowers. Say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"thank you for coming," to each of seven hundred men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who file past in tears, some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;holding hands. Know that your brother's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;was not what you imagined. Overhear two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mourners say, "I wonder who'll be next?" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I don't care anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as long as it isn't you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arrange to take an early flight home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His lover will drive you to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When your flight is announced say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;awkwardly, "If I can do anything, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;let me know." Do not flinch when he says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;after he told you. He did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stop and let it soak in. Say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"He forgave me, or he knew himself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Both," the lover will say, not knowing what else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to do. Hold him like a brother while he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;kisses you on the cheek. Think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you haven't been kissed by a man since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your father died. Think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"This is no moment to be strong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fly first class and drink Scotch. Stroke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your split eyebrow with a finger and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;think of your brother alive. Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at the memory and think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how your children will feel in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;warm and friendly and without challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Lassell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-165372040991825870?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/165372040991825870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/165372040991825870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-watch-your-brother-die-for-carl.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-1571616843644246647</id><published>2009-08-29T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:46:31.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"to love life, to love it even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when you have no stomach for it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and everything you've held dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your throat filled with the silt of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When grief sits with you, its tropical heat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thickening the air, heavy as water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;more fit for gills than lungs; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when grief weights you like your own flesh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;only more of it, an obesity of grief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you think, How can a body withstand this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then you hold life like a face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;between your palms, a plain face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no charming smile, no violet eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and you say, yes, I will take you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will love you, again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Ellen Bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-1571616843644246647?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1571616843644246647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1571616843644246647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-love-life-to-love-it-even-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-7709915427767077619</id><published>2009-08-26T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:22:08.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are the music-makers,&lt;br /&gt;And we are the dreamers of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering by lone sea-breakers,&lt;br /&gt;And sitting by desolate streams;&lt;br /&gt;World-losers and world-forsakers,&lt;br /&gt;On whom the pale moon gleams:&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are the movers and shakers&lt;br /&gt;Of the world for ever, it seems &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With wonderful deathless ditties&lt;br /&gt;We build up the world’s great cities.&lt;br /&gt;And out of a fabulous story&lt;br /&gt;We fashion art empire’s glory:&lt;br /&gt;One man with a dream, at pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Shall go forth and conquer a crown;&lt;br /&gt;And three with a new song’s measure&lt;br /&gt;Can trample in empire down. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We, in the ages lying&lt;br /&gt;In the buried past of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Built Nineveh with our sighing,&lt;br /&gt;And Babel itself with our mirth;&lt;br /&gt;And o’erthrew them with prophesying&lt;br /&gt;To the old of the new world’s worth;&lt;br /&gt;For each age is a dream that is dying,&lt;br /&gt;Or one that is coming to birth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Arthur O'Shaughnessy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-7709915427767077619?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7709915427767077619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7709915427767077619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-we-are-music-makers-and-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-8689698521120318000</id><published>2009-07-12T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:38:41.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine. Maybe I'm the puzzle. But you're still the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"La meilleure des choses à faire, n'est-ce pas, quand on est dans ce monde, c'est d'en sortir ? Fou ou pas, peur ou pas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      I cannot pretend I will not surrender to these dreams in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The moon is dark and I can't sleep&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center." Kurt Vonnegut Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes a boy wrapped in tinfoil is better than a knight in shining armour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Imagination is intelligence with an erection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      --Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Art for art's sake does wonderful things to you. It makes you laugh. It makes you cry. It makes you want to take naps and go places wearing funny pants." - the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank"&gt;nanowrimo.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; FAQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My life - my own Discovery Channel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Write the bad things that are done to you in sand,          but write the good things that happen to you on a piece of marble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Every man takes the limits of his own field of          vision for the limits of the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; --Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Truth is beautiful, without a doubt; but so are lies.  --  Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With enough courage, you can do without a reputation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter          of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."&lt;br /&gt;-William Jennings Bryant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where there is great love, there are always wishes."        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since we cannot know all that there is to be known about anything, we ought to know a little about everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything that can be counted counts, and not          everything that counts can be counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to laugh, you must be able to play with your          pain. -Annette Goodheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel          a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; -Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "You either change things or you don't.           Excuses rob you of power and induce apathy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it          is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard          quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one          becomes steadily the person one desires to be."           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Anna Louise Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It's when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know "This is love." And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren't pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you look for patterns because that's what humans do to try and make sense of things. In hope of some divine order. And you look in movies and songs and the things that you read for symbols, points and swirls that match your own. But the only real pattern there is, is the one you make when you hold up a mirror. And reflect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-8689698521120318000?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8689698521120318000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8689698521120318000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/07/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2934967621939391533</id><published>2009-07-12T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:23:25.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visions of Your Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the dimly lit room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had a brief glimpse of bliss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sight of your naked body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like a god reclining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That was all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quite unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you got up to get your clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;while I shuddered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like the earth split open by lightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Daisy Zamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2934967621939391533?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2934967621939391533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2934967621939391533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/07/visions-of-your-body-in-dimly-lit-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-6273877705456919361</id><published>2009-06-30T04:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:24:10.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn't have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn't the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to aids, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down torest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president who has stood on line at the clinic, at the dmv, at the welfare office and has been unemployed and layed off and sexually harrassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and an attitude&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, someone who has eaten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that nasty&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn't possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always a clown: always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker, always a liar, always a theif and never caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;((All spelling/grammar mistakes intentional.))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-6273877705456919361?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/6273877705456919361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/6273877705456919361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-dyke-for-president.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-3858910677978055234</id><published>2009-06-29T02:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:39:59.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, Twinkle, little star,&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;Like a diamond in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When th&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e blazing sun is set,&lt;br /&gt;And the grass with dew is wet,&lt;br /&gt;Then you show your little light,&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the traveler in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you fro your tiny spark,&lt;br /&gt;He could not see where to go&lt;br /&gt;If you did not twinkle so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark blue sky you keep,&lt;br /&gt;And often through my curtains peep,&lt;br /&gt;For you never shut your eye&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun is in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your bright and tiny spark&lt;br /&gt;Lights the traveler in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know not what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jane Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-3858910677978055234?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3858910677978055234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3858910677978055234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-twinkle-twinkle-little-star-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-8392395550529111128</id><published>2009-05-26T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:51:30.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye. The more light you shine on it, the more it will contract.&lt;br /&gt; - Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These bite marks are the dusted finger prints of memories I can’t forget. Impressions you’ve made and regret. You marked your territory and disappeared. Like that used condom - I’m in the trash can with all your other broken things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the person you think about during the sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learning is like rowing upstream; not to advance is to drop back."&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If we wanted to feel better we'd stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can never lose yourself so much that I won't find you. And remind you of what it felt like to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We look at the people who tell the truth, who say real things in public, like they’re confused. Crazy. As if everything should be said safely or not at all and what you feel shouldn’t be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why it’s not polite to say&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;'I’m going to kiss you now because I can’t do anything else.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way. - Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands have lived without love, but not one without water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If living conditions don't stop improving in this country, we're going to run out of humble beginnings for our great men.&lt;br /&gt;           - Russell P. Askue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. - Silvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.&lt;br /&gt;     - Paul Beatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laughter echoes, it cries, it forms a bond and a wall all in the same moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, there is always someone who knew it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us."&lt;br /&gt;--Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as things start being the way they should be instead of the way they are, I’ll start telling them to you that way.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/6752139154038265086-555487035584469255?l=pleasefindthis.blogspot.com" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.” -Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last report, your child has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If absolute power corrupts absolutely, does absolute powerlessness make you pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't only walk on the wild side - it was her permanent mailing address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them. - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. - Augusten Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird eating fast food sober? Like, I'll eat it and I'll be like, "Oh that's good". But when you're blacked out at like 5 in the morning, it's like "What is this?! What five star resturaunt are we at? What chef works here?! ARE WE IN NARNIA? What magic treat has entered my hand? Where is our wardrobe?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You had the sadness and too much of it. There’s no chemo for that except time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can't say yes, answer anyway. Because I'd rather live with the answer than die with the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-8392395550529111128?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8392395550529111128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8392395550529111128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-of-bigot-is-like-pupil-of-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5103031024952109204</id><published>2009-04-26T01:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:52:39.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Life Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After you've been to bed together for the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the other party very often says to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; lying together in completely relaxed positions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  You tell them your story, or as much of your story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;       Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; each time a little more faintly, until the oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; is just an audible breath, and then of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; no more than an audible sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and stops breathing forever. Then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Well, one of you falls asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tennessee Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5103031024952109204?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5103031024952109204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5103031024952109204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-story-after-youve-been-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2689194738105922906</id><published>2009-04-21T14:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:52:54.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the kind of shaken&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel perfect&lt;br /&gt;pale and empty like the frames of barns&lt;br /&gt;about to be torn down&lt;br /&gt;but the girl isn't old&lt;br /&gt;she bleeds green sapling branches&lt;br /&gt;beautifully disheveled and harmfully ignorant&lt;br /&gt;to how cold the winter will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drinks bottles of wine like excuses&lt;br /&gt;and cries at stupid movies&lt;br /&gt;she is good at getting what she wants&lt;br /&gt;better at getting what she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;fueled off chaos and lonely in silence&lt;br /&gt;so she makes every blinking eyelash a collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day we met&lt;br /&gt;she kissed me drunkenly like high school&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't taste it then&lt;br /&gt;but her chest is a hallway&lt;br /&gt;her head is detention&lt;br /&gt;there is something burning behind her eyes&lt;br /&gt;but her pupils sit like nicotine filters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give her matches&lt;br /&gt;she will light them&lt;br /&gt;don't give her sweat&lt;br /&gt;she will drink it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     she will break you&lt;br /&gt;left alone, she will shatter your teacups&lt;br /&gt;and ash on your love seats&lt;br /&gt;sit shotgun as you drive on her guilt trip&lt;br /&gt;switch faces like Shakespeare masks&lt;br /&gt;she will hang up&lt;br /&gt;stare dirty and&lt;br /&gt;laugh crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she will wake you in the middle of moonlight&lt;br /&gt;steal you from dreams of yellow leaves and iridescence&lt;br /&gt;holding her mistakes like paintbrushes&lt;br /&gt;as the blood drips solar systems on our kitchen tile&lt;br /&gt;she will smile like empty clock face&lt;br /&gt;laugh like the bottom of vodka bottles&lt;br /&gt;apologize for over shooting 11 stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, you cannot have a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the one with the needle and thread&lt;br /&gt;sewing with insurance paid fingers her miscalculation&lt;br /&gt;I would hem her hands over themselves&lt;br /&gt;so she would know how it felt to be helpless&lt;br /&gt;embroider the word consequences into her forearm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wears manipulation lipstick&lt;br /&gt;thinks because she is a psych major&lt;br /&gt;she can sweet talk the doctors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but girl, right now&lt;br /&gt;there is someone being paid&lt;br /&gt;to check up on you hourly&lt;br /&gt;so take the attention&lt;br /&gt;take the white walls ans the white linens&lt;br /&gt;take being lonely and never alone&lt;br /&gt;take being sober in a hospital ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot carry you&lt;br /&gt;my head is heavy enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is going to lose you&lt;br /&gt;around and around in traffic circles&lt;br /&gt;so take each person as a roadmap&lt;br /&gt;we are not pit stops or bathroom breaks&lt;br /&gt;everyday your faith is going to dare&lt;br /&gt;your heart to stop beating&lt;br /&gt;trick your eyes into crossing&lt;br /&gt;reality is going to mug you in the middle of the street&lt;br /&gt;steal back what you think the world owes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stop saying you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;responsibility will come easily&lt;br /&gt;the hard part is keeping it&lt;br /&gt;             owning it&lt;br /&gt;like your finger prints on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;and the blood stains on the blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I'm not laughing&lt;br /&gt;no, this isn't funny&lt;br /&gt;your ribcage is a harness&lt;br /&gt;if you let it&lt;br /&gt;life will hang you&lt;br /&gt;we cannot catch you&lt;br /&gt;we can barely stand to&lt;br /&gt;              watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sierra DeMulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2689194738105922906?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2689194738105922906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2689194738105922906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-am-she-is-kind-of-shaken-that-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2219900868147206495</id><published>2009-01-31T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:53:10.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There Are Hundreds Of Paths Up The Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are hundreds of  paths up the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;all leading in the  same direction,&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't matter  which path you take.&lt;br /&gt;The only one wasting  time is the one&lt;br /&gt;who runs around and  around the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;telling everyone that  his or her path is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindu teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2219900868147206495?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2219900868147206495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2219900868147206495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-hundreds-of-paths-up-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-7113796835549250280</id><published>2009-01-19T15:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:53:31.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; -Jim Jarmusch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; When Sade was not considered an author, what was the status of his papers? Simply rolls of paper onto which he ceaselessly uncoilded his fantasies during his imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Properly speaking, there is no such thing as revenge. Revenge is an act which you want to commit when you are powerless and because you are powerless: as soon as the sense of impotence is removed, the desire evaporates also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are entitled to your own opinion, but you are not entitled to your own facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; —Ray Bradbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, 'I'm going to mop the floor with your face.' I said, 'You'll be sorry.' He said, 'Oh, yeah? Why?' I said, 'Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I think I've discovered teh secret of life - you just hand around until you get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The cure for eveything is salt water: Sweat, tears, or the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "You're so dead I don't know why you bothered being born." --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Darkness, Image Comics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Morality is doing what's right, no matter what you're told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Religion is doing what you're told, no matter what's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens while you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." -Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Life is too short to suffocate, too long to be held breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As honest as the day is long, only not as bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Go to Heaven for the climate, and Hell for the company." -Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about. Doping yourself with sex or drugs or food, or choosing something like writing, body building, gardening. True, in a way this is trading one compulsive behavior for another, but at least with the new one, you're choosing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Funny, but all my former junkie friends are either fervent Christians or triathletes.  Nothing in half measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-7113796835549250280?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7113796835549250280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7113796835549250280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-is-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-3854769026797028653</id><published>2009-01-10T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:53:43.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  O cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Soften the ground of our being and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; carve out a space within us where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your Presence can abide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Fill us with your creativity so that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; may be empowered to bear the fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of your mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Let each of our actions bear fruit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; accordance with our desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Endow us with the wisdom to produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and share what each being needs to grow and flourish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Untie the tangled threads of destiny that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bind us, as we release others from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; entanglement of past mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Do not let us be seduced by that which would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; divert us from our true purpose, but illuminate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the opportunities of the present moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; For you are the round and the fruitful vision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the birth-power and fulfillment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as all is gathered and made whole once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lords Prayer translated from Aramaic into English, rather than from Aramaic to Greek to Latin to English&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-3854769026797028653?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3854769026797028653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/3854769026797028653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-cosmic-birther-of-all-radiance-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-7737784087709468329</id><published>2008-12-16T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:54:02.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A Little Love Poem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone who hates scrabble.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who sleeps on her back near an open window in winter,  her breath rolling like a river into night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who wants me to wake her in the morning by reading ee  cummings' love poems, giving a small candle-flicker of a smile  just before opening her eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who appreciates the architecture of churches, but refuses  to step inside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who has hands fit to hold hurt sparrows and robins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who threw out an her Alice Cooper records when she found  out he loves to golf.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who would swerve a new car into the ditch to avoid a frog  crossing the road.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who would tattoo my name on her arm in writing the same  colour as her skin, so it would appear slowly from nowhere when  she suntanned, people thinking her blood was telling secrets to  the world of its own accord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who learned Spanish to read Marquez, or Lorca, or Neruda.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone whose hips whisper their own stories of the serpent and  the garden of Eden.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who bites the back of my neck like a leopardess carrying  her kitten to safety.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who'll make me wait for her to come out of the shower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone whose smallest movements amaze me: her hair falling over  her eyes, the soft swell of her hips when she ties down, a deep  sigh when she sleeps.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who maps every ticklish part of my body and then uses  her knowledge strictly for evil.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who paints our bodies black and makes love with me under  the stars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who burns through my chest like that first shot of scotch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone whose tongue, if we're kept apart too long, would nervously  trace my face into the roof of her mouth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who practises her signature with her wrong hand, in case  of accidents or a sudden arrest.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone whose fingrnails smell faintly of her hair.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who reminds me of the soft tickle of fog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who would rush outside in the middle of the night, setting  a spider onto the lawn, never admitting it's because she hates  rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who understands the unforgivable importance of ravens.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone wholl flicker into my lips with the ferocity of a dragonfly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who will open, thick, pungent and vital, like a Mapplethorpe  flower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who has searched for me like a near-sighted woman groping  for her glasses, stubbing her toes and swearing in Yiddish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who would understand why Steve and Dave and Paul and I  sat in a bar staring at the mirror behind us for twenty minutes  because somebody had asked what would happen if you looked at  yourself in a mirror using a pair of binoculars unti1 we had to  admit the question was too big for us, and we turned back to the  safe optics of the beer bottle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who would just happen to cut my wrist shortly after reading  Ondaatje's "The Time Around Scars. "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who'll stare softly but straight at me, smiling reassuringly  when I tell her how my 73 year old Medieval lit prof looked up  from Chaucer, stared blankly over the class's heads and said that  even the happiest marriage will end in death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who understands the efficiency inherent in suicide.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Someone who knows that love can be the thickest slice of hell  we’ll ever taste.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Someone who would dance with me by the sides of highways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andy Weaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-7737784087709468329?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7737784087709468329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7737784087709468329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-love-poem-someone-who-hates.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-593794689504046126</id><published>2008-12-13T08:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:47:27.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Light is more important than the lantern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The poem more important than the notebook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And the kiss more important than the lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My letters to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Are greater and more important than both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They are the only documents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Where people will discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And my madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Nizar Qabbani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Nizar_Qabbani"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-593794689504046126?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/593794689504046126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/593794689504046126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-is-more-important-than-lantern.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-7340310632478235066</id><published>2008-11-17T04:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:47:56.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May a happy star always light your path~ Chinese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"If I had a dime for everytime that I was wrong, I'd be broke."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but test all [things], hold fast to the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My generation's apathy. I'm disgusted with it. I'm disgusted with my own apathy too, for being spineless and not always standing up against racism, sexism and all those other -isms the counterculture has been whinning about for years." -Kurt Cobain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify them, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do." -Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect."- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There has been no case in history where the pioneer became the dominant producer. The most successful innovators are the creative imitators, the Number Two."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wall Street is the only place that people ride to work in a Rolls Royce to get advice from those who take the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases. (Chinese Prover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There was a star danced, and under that was I born." ~Beatrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Problems cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them."~Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You are the misplaced comma in the grammar of my evening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With out laughter, we would be at the mercy of our sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"At every moment, we all have one foot in a fairy tale, and the other in the abyss...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Paulo Coleho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"On a scale of one to dead, that was about a four...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Art is useless, but so is happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcus Aurelius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brave is the man that knows his own guilts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Art is a hammer to beat the world, not a mirror to reflect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vladmir Majakovskij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Connor Oberst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did. -George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Carlos Castaneda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-7340310632478235066?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7340310632478235066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7340310632478235066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/11/may-happy-star-always-light-your-path.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-1946264400631442353</id><published>2008-10-25T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:09:00.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;we will be remembered more for what we destroy than for what we create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the prophets walked, their words flashing like forked lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;smiling fights the lonely monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We believe in skinker jams high off the deck, a bomber net, the cresent moon, your partner's whoop, sand-washing the frying pan, road trips, one-swing sticks, remembering to breathe, alpine starts (more for the alpen glow then the early hour), espresso in the desert, the plungestep, lenticular cloudcaps, rest days, the focus of a run out, a cold beer at the end of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  If you believe in these things too, JOIN US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If God is dead, who gets his house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Without money, we'd all be rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nothing is static.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Everything is evolving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Everything is falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The thing I hate the most about advertising is that it attracts all the bright, creative and ambitious young people, leaving us mainly with the slow and self-obsessed to become our artists. Modern art is a disaster area. Never in the field of human history has so much been used by so many to say so little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; -Banksy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"If it had not been for the discontent of a few who had not been satisfied with their condition we would still be living in caves. Intelligent discontent is the mainspring of civilization." -Eugene Debs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a &lt;i&gt;poet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Jean Rostand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; That is the BEST COMMENT I have ever recieved. I shall frame it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-1946264400631442353?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1946264400631442353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1946264400631442353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-will-be-remembered-more-for-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-8892309179016528283</id><published>2008-05-13T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:09:38.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Variations on the Word Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to watch you sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;which may not happen.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to watch you,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping. I would like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with you, to enter&lt;br /&gt;your sleep as its smooth dark wave&lt;br /&gt;slides over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walk with you through that lucent&lt;br /&gt;wavering forest of bluegreen leaves&lt;br /&gt;with its water sun &amp;amp; three moons&lt;br /&gt;towards the cave where you must descend,&lt;br /&gt;towards your worst fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give you the silver&lt;br /&gt;branch, the small white flower, the one&lt;br /&gt;word that will protect you&lt;br /&gt;from the grief&lt;br /&gt;at the center. I would like to follow&lt;br /&gt;you up the long stairway&lt;br /&gt;again &amp;amp; become&lt;br /&gt;the boat that will row you back&lt;br /&gt;carefully, a flame&lt;br /&gt;in two cupped hands&lt;br /&gt;to where your body lies&lt;br /&gt;beside me, and you enter&lt;br /&gt;it as easily as breathing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be the air&lt;br /&gt;that inhabits you for a moment&lt;br /&gt;only. I would like to be that unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-8892309179016528283?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8892309179016528283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8892309179016528283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/05/variations-on-word-sleep-by-margaret.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2462627134899266683</id><published>2008-04-29T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:51:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My mom just got a Facebook. That's just... wrong. She just sent me a vampire bat and two bears hugging. And wrote on my wall how much she loves me. MOM, my friends reads that. But at least now I can use the excuse that "hey, I bit you and added you to my vampire army just last week" when she complains that I don't call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two wrongs don't make a right...but it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a tree falls in a forest, and nobody hears it, I hope it falls on a Philosphy professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meekness: Uncommon patience in planning a revenge that is worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now speak of brave men who lived their lives just as they would have it. I would give my last dollar away just to hang out with you one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When a discussion is happening among people without a particular privilege, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ridiculously &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;common for a member of the privileged group to come across it, see that rage or upset directed towards the people with the privilege, feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;they personally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; are being attacked (because they are a member of that group!) and leap in, guns blazing, to talk about how their group is also affected by the systematic brokenness of our society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A shark attack is if you're chilling at home, sitting on your couch, and a shark comes in and bites you; now that's a shark attack. Now, if you're chilling in the water, that is called invasion of space. So I have never heard of a shark attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember growing up hating people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two kinds of justice: the lawyer who knows the laws well, and the lawyer who knows the judges well." -Coluche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if wishes were horses, I'd be the only one walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creative mess is better than tidy idleness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's never too late to be early&lt;br /&gt;Or try and maintain&lt;br /&gt;Some scrap of integrity and certainty&lt;br /&gt;I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a gingerbread homewreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you got nothing to lose, then baby you got it all. - Operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is paradise, then I want a lawnmower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about things isn't the same as doing things. Otherwise everybody would be in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you, baby, but my aim's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I live one day at a time but I'm three weeks behind.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; common for a member of the privileged group to come across it, see that rage or upset directed towards the people with the privilege, feel like &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need this. want this. have to soak in it. calm my nerves, comb my hair. fluff my pillow. be quiet. it's o.k, I'm here, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Be, be, be with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Marin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are things you don't know. There are things you &lt;em&gt;can never&lt;/em&gt; know. You can be told about them, and you can, as you start to open your eyes and observe and listen, start to &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them, but you can never experience them firsthand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2462627134899266683?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2462627134899266683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2462627134899266683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mom-just-got-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2555706744333424057</id><published>2008-01-22T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:40:15.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='200'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember those Loony Toons where Bugs Bunny was in Spain? i don't remember how he got there, wrong turn at Albuquerque or something. anyway, when Bugs was in Spain he wound up in a bull fight. and so there he is, playing matador, the bull is charging at him and he's got his red matador cape out. the hapless bull lunges at the cape with all his might, unaware that bastard bunny has a brick wall hidden behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is a pretty good metaphor for what it's like being a romantic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2555706744333424057?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2555706744333424057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2555706744333424057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember-those-loony-toons-where-bugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5291053822166916181</id><published>2008-01-12T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:32:08.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a hurricane headed for eastern Canada, right now. Hurricane Noel. Hurricanes always die down before they reach Halifax. But I wish I were back there anyway. Even died down, it means wind and leaves and dark clouds. I haven't talked to my brother Adrian since I left home. We email back and forth on Facebook, and I showed him the final draft of my new novel, which is about him. But I haven't heard his voice in months. Now there's a hurricane coming. If I were back in Halifax now, I would fill my backpack with beer, and I would put on a warm jacket, and I would call my brother up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to finding a happy ending is knowing where to stop the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anguish and fear have never been so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Call me uptight but I'm also against using the word "fag" aimed at me in some joking, campy way to demonstrate how comfortable you are with my being gay. This has happened to me. It's like a folksy gay-bashing without the exclamation point of the beatings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not about me.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't about art.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't about my hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;this is not about my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;this is about free flow.&lt;br /&gt;this is about no restriction.&lt;br /&gt;this is the torrent (or trickle) that is my mind flow.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when you don't stop to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling about as vain and sexy as an over-the-hill, overweight, overeducated, yet under-employed, naked man with a pair of cola bottle bottoms for eyeglasses and an insignificant, no matter how erect, protrusion of flesh between the legs possibly can, I decided to write. Did I mention hairy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his left and right hand. He uses both.-St. Catherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he'd known how the world worked he never would have broken his heart over it.&lt;br /&gt;-John Clellon Holmes,&lt;br /&gt;speaking about Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you will learn how to help yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it will break your heart, and it will make you strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We lived on beer and kisses, all hopped up on love and foam.-Amy Rigby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So long as governments set the example of killing their enemies, private citizens will occasionally kill theirs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It isn't what the book costs. It's what it will cost you if you don't read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to bed that night in the lonely hotel room. I could not sleep, and then, in the gray light between darkness and dawn, the words came to me line by line, stanza by stanza. I lay perfectly still, and the words came sweeping on with the rhythm of marching feet, pauseless, resistless. I saw the long line swinging into place before my eyes. I heard the voice of a nation speaking through my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Assassination is the extreme form of censorship. -George Bernard Shaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Frank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I saw you speak this week at UK. You said "the children the world almost break become the adults who save it". That is my secret. Thank you for giving it voice. I did not break. I did survive and now I am a therapist working with the most disturbed, most abused, but the most incredible children. I believe they can all be saved. I believe they are all worth saving. I am trying one at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5291053822166916181?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5291053822166916181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5291053822166916181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-is-hurricane-headed-for-eastern.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-1309835057792449530</id><published>2007-12-16T22:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:09:23.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://poetrymagazine.org/magazine/1107/comment_180190.html"&gt;What do these poets have in common? They don't write sycophantic, roman-numeral-volumed postcards to God. They don't get all "love-ity-love-love" either. I get the sense they imagine their audience and want to comfort them. They are so good at it they even have the ability to comfort us with scariness. Sadness too. I think that is a powerful magic. They don't just write poetry either; they are playwrights and painters and singers and novelists. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://poetrymagazine.org/magazine/1107/comment_180190.html"&gt;How can we help them out? I guess we keep on needing them, even if it's kind of a secret. If the poets handed out anonymous comment cards for us shy poetry lovers to fill out so they could get a better idea of what we needed, I would direct them to the Osbourne Brothers' bluegrass classic, "Rocky Top." They say in two lines what poets and writers "Anna Karenina" themselves to death to convey, about a girl who's "wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop/I still dream about that." If those lines were written about me I could lie down and die. It is perfection. Uncool Perfection.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;My Flaming Hamster Wheel of Panic About Publicly Discussing Poetry in This Respected Forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; -Neko Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-1309835057792449530?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1309835057792449530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1309835057792449530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-do-these-poets-have-in-common-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2924234348709764563</id><published>2007-12-04T04:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:09:55.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The              Happy Virus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I caught the happy virus              last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was out singing              beneath the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is remarkably contagious              -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So kiss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2924234348709764563?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2924234348709764563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2924234348709764563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-virus-i-caught-happy-virus-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-1633713864543682043</id><published>2007-11-10T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:00:25.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sep 28th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;01:07 am - there is such a thing as a tesseract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is a dark and stormy night. (No lie. I even made hot cocoa earlier.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I grew up in a household where everyone "knew" there was a copy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wrinkle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (and the entire Chronicles of Narnia, the Oz books, various bits of the Wheel of Time, etc.; I sometimes think of them like lost, benevolent ghosts) somewhere in the basement (Or maybe the attic. Have you tried the attic?) but no one could ever find it (Are you sure you looked in the basement?). So I've gotten to know the children's section at the library pretty well. I sat between two child-sized bookcases for about a half hour this afternoon, reading titles. I don't know why, exactly. Maybe I just needed a little child-sized comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't quite find it. As often as I've read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wrinkle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, it breaks me down every time. Just say "there is such a thing as a tesseract" and I'll burst into tears. But it's a comforting kind of disturbed. There is love that can take you across the universe. Sometimes your greatest faults are your greatest strengths. The people you've lost can be found. The stars are conspiring to save you. I sat between two child-sized bookcases this afternoon, remembering that the world is a disturbing and beautiful place. I don't know what I'll be doing in a year. I'll try to make it something disturbing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-From the journal of &lt;a href="http://frostflake.livejournal.com/%22"&gt;frostflake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-1633713864543682043?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1633713864543682043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/1633713864543682043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/11/sep-28th-2007-0107-am-there-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-4045818342016398786</id><published>2007-11-04T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:08:17.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close friendships, Gandhi says, are dangerous, because "friends react on one another" and through loyalty to a friend one can be led into wrong-doing. This is unquestionably true. Moreover, if one is to love God, or to love humanity as a whole, one cannot give one's preference to any individual person. This again is true, and it marks the point at which the humanistic and the religious attitude cease to be reconcilable. To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others. The autobiography leaves it uncertain whether Gandhi behaved in an inconsiderate way to his wife and children, but at any rate it makes clear that on three occasions he was willing to let his wife or a child die rather than administer the animal food prescribed by the doctor. It is true that the threatened death never actually occurred, and also that Gandhi - with, one gathers, a good deal of moral pressure in the opposite direction - always gave the patient the choice of staying alive at the price of committing a sin: still, if the decision had been solely his own, he would have forbidden the animal food, whatever the risks might be. There must, he says, be some limit to what we will do in order to remain alive, and the limit is well on this side of chicken broth. This attitude is perhaps a noble one, but, in the sense which - I think - most people would give to the word, it is inhuman. The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals. No doubt alcohol, tobacco, and so forth, are things that a saint must avoid, but sainthood is also a thing that human beings must avoid. There is an obvious retort to this, but one should be wary about making it. In this yogi-ridden age, it is too readily assumed that "non-attachment" is not only better than a full acceptance of earthly life, but that the ordinary man only rejects it because it is too difficult: in other words, that the average human being is a failed saint. It is doubtful whether this is true. Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings. If one could follow it to its psychological roots, one would, I believe, find that the main motive for "non-attachment" is a desire to escape from the pain of living, and above all from love, which, sexual or non-sexual, is hard work. But it is not necessary here to argue whether the other-worldly or the humanistic ideal is "higher". The point is that they are incompatible. &lt;a href="http://www.readprint.com/work-1260/George-Orwell"&gt;One must choose between God and Man, and all "radicals" and "progressives," from the mildest Liberal to the most extreme Anarchist, have in effect chosen Man.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George Orwell, "Reflections on Gandhi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-4045818342016398786?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/4045818342016398786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/4045818342016398786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/11/close-friendships-gandhi-says-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5330861822997721652</id><published>2007-11-04T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:50:30.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Ralph W. Sockman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33117.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I look at you, English becomes my second language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; No doubt alcohol, tobacco, and so forth, are things that a saint must avoid, but sainthood is also a thing that human beings must avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you live in a major city of america. I probably was there getting drunk at underground venues. Look under toilets against the wall. You'll find my name there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; This even includes asheville north carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing the one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; There is some sadness in it -- there has to be, so that the happiness in it will matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Granted our streets are the suburbs, but you know. We have streets in suburbs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is full of horror; nobody escapes, nobody; save yourself. Whatever pulls on you, whatever needs from you, threatens you. Don't be afraid; people are so afraid; don't be afraid to live in the raw wind, naked, alone... Learn at least this: What you are capable of. Let nothing stand in your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I would rather be ashes than dust, a spark burnt out in a brilliant blaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Than be stifled in dry rot…For man's chief purpose is to live , not to exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them; I shall use my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Jack London 1876-1916&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I will not waste my days  trying to prolong them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Reality is a thin layer between what you see and what you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "...just 'cause you feel it  doesn't mean it's there..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "The Knower of Truth should  go about the world outwardly  stupid like a child, a madman  or a devil."  -   Mahavakyaratnamala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   "Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     But you are eternity and you are the mirror."  -Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I am a prophet. Not just me, all of us who are dying now. Maybe we've caught the virus of prophecy... Be still, toil no more. Maybe the world has driven God from heaven and incurred the angel's wrath. I believe I've seen the end of things, and having seen I'm going blind as prophets do; it makes a certain sense to me. And if I hate heaven my only resistance is to run.  -Angels in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...without love, without anger, without  sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-God Creates-Creative People-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Creative People-Create Gods- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These are my principles. If you don't like them, I have other ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Marx, Groucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold -- but so does a hard-boiled egg." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"They must find it difficult, those who have taken the authority as truth, rather than truth as the authority."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.quotiki.com/quote.aspx?id=3762" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Gerald Massey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's a whiff of the lynch mob or the lemming migration about any overlarge concentration of like-thinking individuals, no matter how virtuous their cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whenever I say we should do something sometime, I'm secretly hoping you'll say 'Why not now?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fun game: find a combination of two items that most freaks out the cashier.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Winner: pregnancy test and single coat hanger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That shirt looks good on you, but it would look even better stuffed into the neck of a vodka bottle and flung burning through our office building's window.  Let's fucking do it and never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     Monopoly's just a game, Senator... I'm trying to control the fucking world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No, no angst. After D101 and Ice I'd like to try something a little lighter. It's more adventure themed. Diana Wynne Jones meets Gilmore Girls. With unicorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber. — Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"It doesn't matter what you believe in if you think everyone else is wrong" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Matthew Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Fun game: try to post a YouTube comment so stupid that people realize you must be joking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Hint: this is impossible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But still. Still bless me anyway. I want more life. I can't help myself. I do. I've lived through such terrible times and there are people who live through much worse. But you see them living anyway. When they're more spirit than body, more sores than skin, when they're burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children - they live. Death usually has to take life away. I don't know if that's just the animal. I don't know if it's not braver to die, but I recognize the habit; the addiction to being alive. So we live past hope. If I can find hope anywhere, that's it, that's the best I can do. It's so much not enough. It's so inadequate. But still bless me anyway. I want more life. And if he [God] comes back, take him to court. He walked out on us, he oughta pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Prior Walter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5330861822997721652?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5330861822997721652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5330861822997721652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/11/test-of-courage-comes-when-we-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5415849268746015233</id><published>2007-11-04T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:42:11.691-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am honorary president of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great, spectacularly prolific writer and scientist, Dr. Isaac Asimov in that essentially functionless capacity. At an A.H.A. memorial service for my predecessor I said, "Isaac is up in Heaven now." That was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. It rolled them in the aisles. Mirth! Several minutes had to pass before something resembling solemnity could be restored.I made that joke, of course, before my first near-death experience -- the accidental one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So when my own time comes to join the choir invisible or whatever, God forbid, I hope someone will say, "He's up in Heaven now." Who really knows? I could have dreamed all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My epitaph in any case? "Everything was beautiful. Nothing hurt." I will have gotten off so light, whatever the heck it is that was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5415849268746015233?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5415849268746015233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5415849268746015233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-honorary-president-of-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-2643264433439195984</id><published>2007-11-02T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:46:36.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Too lazy to be ambitious,&lt;br /&gt;I let the world take care of itself.&lt;br /&gt;Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;&lt;br /&gt;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the night rain on my roof,&lt;br /&gt;I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--  Ryokan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-2643264433439195984?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2643264433439195984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/2643264433439195984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-lazy-to-be-ambitious-i-let-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-8386298656536033759</id><published>2007-09-23T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:08:48.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They all have only this word in their mouths: to understand. How can you explain what derives from mystery? Before Yacine, I looked without seeing. I had put my eyes, covered with a tenacious film of melancoly, onto the scrap heap, in the attic of my outcasts, for such a long time that my eyes were like two pieces of fruit rotted on their branch. I don't know by what chance I found them one day at the bottom of Yacine's eyes. Immersed in his, they rubbed themselves, clean themselves of abstinence, of blind absence, the absence of all that is for me like a hole in nothingness. My eyes returned to me with sparkles of joy on a shining surface of arrogence. With unknown shivers. Finally, with a possible hope, though still without a goal. Before Yacine I could only tolerate the night. Night that erased the day's disasters. The darkroom night where I tried to develope the flim of imprecise dreams so as to escape from the shame and the guilt of having stayed alive. From out of Yacines eyes came light, without my having looked at it. Then the sky rose up, unfurled like a symphony: the dawn trembled like a resolving chord in a nacreous instant. The zenith's diamonds exploded into fireworks. The sunset's violins stretched out their sighs until desire blazed. The moon's laughter blew away the stars. Touching Yacine's skin, I came to know my own, his vigor and his seed heretofore hidden pleasure's long discharges adn short-circuits. Maybe we'd relearned to see together or one through the other, like two very sick people who have slowly come back to life through the same vision. Now I believe this was so. Since then, it hasn't mattered if the other were far away: he was always there in that state of attention itself, only drawn toward living in the liberated moment. Since then, from teh depths of my fears, I have seen the world through the light of Yacine's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-L'interdite, Malika Mokkedem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-8386298656536033759?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8386298656536033759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/8386298656536033759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-all-have-only-this-word-in-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-5595025114398489694</id><published>2007-09-23T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:08:32.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You'll be happy with her, but perhaps not... perhaps you won't find peace with her...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's how it is, brother! That kind of woman never changes, never gives in... So you don't think I'll always be in love with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, I didn't say that. Perhaps you'll always be in love with her, but perhaps you won't always be happy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Brothers Karamazov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not wicked, you're just twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the time I did not know; I knew generally very little, and least of all what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know Weston, perhaps? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Weston, you know. The great physicist. Has Einstein on toast and drinks a pint of Schrodinger's blook for breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the same, I would really like to be able to hypnotize everyone, beginning with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the book bitterly: Who are you to dare to talk about something as beautiful as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An escalator is a good time to reconsider, to reconsider everything: Where are you from? Where are you going? Who are you? What is your real name? What are you after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew how to live with nature and get along with nature. They didn't try to be all men and no animal. That's the mistake we made when Darwin showed up.&lt;br /&gt;-The Martian Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated outflinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life?"&lt;br /&gt;-The Martian Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand what you're going through, I really do. An Indian woman in college. I understand. I'm a Marxist."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I'm a Libra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I blessed God that I was free to wander, free to hope, and free to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hell of a situation, you know: what the head brands as shameful may appear pure beauty to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was evil. If only because I stood in dark doorways. For as everyone should know, a doorway is the favorite dwelling place of evil.&lt;br /&gt;-Tin Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir, I hardly ever stop thinking about man's humiliation unless...unless I'm deluding myself now. But I hope to God I'm not deluding myself and, believe me, I'm not trying to make myself out as better than I really am. And the reason that I think so much about man's humiliation is that I'm such a humiliated man myself."&lt;br /&gt;-The Brothers K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move, to feel the needs and hitches of our life more clearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the hurry, Alyosha? There's plenty of time now-the hwole world has turned a corner and started on a new course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How should your silence be interpreted?"&lt;br /&gt;"As answers. As open or closed defenses, depending."&lt;br /&gt;-The Forbidden Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-5595025114398489694?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5595025114398489694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/5595025114398489694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/09/youll-be-happy-with-her-but-perhaps-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-7973940138347545415</id><published>2007-07-30T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:08:15.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All's fair in love and allegory, my dear. Now listen close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "As leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul." -Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would that i were bold enough&lt;br /&gt;to face my fears bare-footed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; -Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm really excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i don't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i have ever been loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at least not secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you say, 'Oh my god! Am I here all alone?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Maybe it's in the basement, let me go up stairs and check." - M.C Escher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wish I could convey the feeling I got, scrolling down my page and seeing that. Eyebrows peaked inward, trickle of cool water behind the sternum, feeling of warm vaccuum in centre of chest, heart gave a few stronger beats. Just, that feeling alone made my day. I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; morning comes in the dream  before we rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when we linger side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; .i dont care about destroying what i can't have, i prefer to save whats mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All that glitters has a high refractive index&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Better to have tried for greatness and failed than to have attempted normality and succeeded. - Aaron Blomberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Inhale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So listen as fast as you can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-7973940138347545415?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7973940138347545415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/7973940138347545415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/07/alls-fair-in-love-and-allegory-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-10169583050108400</id><published>2007-07-05T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:14:28.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kind of makes your biological clock rust to pieces and quietly excuse itself from the room, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Maybe that's just because I don't like cold people and in my head everyone's kind of like me but with a different haircut, y'know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;She usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short. - Brian Andreas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying "Amen" to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to keep your soul alive.  ~Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PBR — tastes like shit, but it tastes like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You look like I just shot your mom. In the face. With my *penis*. Dude. What's up with that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sticks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; are hard on bones, aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything, but  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;silence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; breaks the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If they aren't there the first time you need them, chances are you won't be needing them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's not even funny anymore. It's so far from funny, it's funny  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for the second time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. It skipped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;right over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; its first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's one of the best things about his life, actually; long stretches of nothing but self-indulgence are exactly his cup of tea. Or, more accurately, whiskey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P as in echo, A as in eagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Home is where I work and I work everywhere. Alfred Nobel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "yeah, they talk about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; she smiles like she's so tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; she says, hey, can talk a little louder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i don't think my heart is broken enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;".. and in each others shadow, we grow less and less tall.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-10169583050108400?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/10169583050108400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/10169583050108400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/07/kind-of-makes-your-biological-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-117063397306070081</id><published>2007-02-04T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:07:01.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occur.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I find myself&lt;br /&gt;putting my foot in&lt;br /&gt;the same stream twice;&lt;br /&gt;leading a horse to water&lt;br /&gt;and making him drink.&lt;br /&gt;I have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the forest&lt;br /&gt;for the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me people&lt;br /&gt;are making silk purses&lt;br /&gt;out of sows' ears,&lt;br /&gt;getting blood from turnips,&lt;br /&gt;building Rome in a day.&lt;br /&gt;There's a business&lt;br /&gt;like show business.&lt;br /&gt;There's something new&lt;br /&gt;under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days misery&lt;br /&gt;no longer loves company;&lt;br /&gt;it puts itself out os its.&lt;br /&gt;There's rest for the weary.&lt;br /&gt;There's turning back.&lt;br /&gt;There are guarentees.&lt;br /&gt;I can be serious.&lt;br /&gt;I can mean that.&lt;br /&gt;You can quite&lt;br /&gt;put your finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I know&lt;br /&gt;I am long for this world.&lt;br /&gt;I can go home again.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go&lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;take it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ronald Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-117063397306070081?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/117063397306070081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/117063397306070081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2007/02/blessings-occur.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-116570296782694017</id><published>2006-12-09T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:06:51.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If there is no God, why be good?" he asks rhetorically, and responds: "Do you really mean the only reason you try to be good is to gain God's approval and reward? That's not morality, that's just sucking up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  It's not so bad.  I'm sure Pluto doesn't think of us as a valid planet, either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  "...It all comes together when you walk out of the bar and look up at the stars and realize that life aint nothing but love—and thats just fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  The Dream Flags- Stone Windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Shake the fear that always clawing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Pulls me clawing down alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  As I spitting splitting bloodred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Breaking windows in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  And the past is taunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fear of ghosts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Is forcing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I'd like to build you a boat to survive the river of tears I'm crying for you, but the world's smallest violin isn't the best source of lumber, and anyway that cross you're nailing yourself to looks pretty bouyant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Those two boys are so far into the closet that they found next years christmas presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Personally, I think they're living in Narnia by now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The more sufficiently you leave your mind open the more junk people can throw into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fate seems to be against me. I think I shall befriend Destiny then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "I've been sent. By the Powers That Be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Powers that be what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "It's kinda like walking out a door to discover it's a window..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "It is our destiny to attempt the impossible, to accomplish great deeds regardless of fear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; --Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me die, the moment my love dies.&lt;br /&gt;They whisper.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not out-live my own capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;They whisper.&lt;br /&gt;Let me die still loving and so, never die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Every age has its dark magic. What's the difference between a curse and cursor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-116570296782694017?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/116570296782694017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/116570296782694017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-there-is-no-god-why-be-good-he-asks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-116302811634357138</id><published>2006-11-08T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:14:27.747-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yes, he thought again, he would come back. He would buy further scraps of beautiful rubbish. He would buy the engraving of St. Clement's Dane, take it out of its frame, and carry it home concealed under the jacket of his overalls. He would drag the rest of that poem out of Mr. Charrington's memory. Even the lunatic project of renting the room upstairs flashed through his mind again. For perhaps five seconds exaltation made him careless, and he stepped out onto the pavement without so much as a preliminary glance through the window. He had even started humming an inmpovised tune."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1984, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The gods are not deserving of reproof because of this work of skill: a good bridge is Bifrost, but nothing in this world is of such nature that it may be relied on forever."&lt;br /&gt;-Prose Edda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dangerous to hold men back from death. I feel it is unhappiness which drives him to meditate on the moon. I want to give him life and adventure, but I cannot convey to him that it is the mood, not the places, the relationships, which can light up shabby hotel rooms, stained cafe tables, brimming noisy streets, sour wine."&lt;br /&gt;-Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lie so well," he says sadly.&lt;br /&gt;"I only lie as doctors do, for the good of their patients."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not do to others what was done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to utter an angry denial, but she was smiling at him as if this were merely a conversational joke, and he had no capacity for the sort of conversations which were not supposed to be meant, so he did not answer.&lt;br /&gt;-Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If joy is the aim and the core of existance, she thought, and if that which has the power to give one joy is always guarded as one's deepest secret, then they had seen each other naked in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever we are, it's we who move the world and it's we who'll pull it through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered the love the man she loved bore her, and joy came back into her soul, and with a smile of happiness she put her head on the pillow. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry; but what could I do? It's not my fault,' she said to herself; but an inner voice spoke otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;-Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And faith and freedom are inextricably linked: It is not for priests or pastors or presidents or kings to compel belief, for to do so tresspasses on each individual's God-given liberty of min and heart. If the Lord himself chose not to force obedience from those he created, then who are men to try?&lt;br /&gt;-Jon Meacham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you persist in messing things up? I have never been a communist."&lt;br /&gt;"But I have, and I believe it's premature, but rational, and it has a future, as Christianity had in the first centuries."&lt;br /&gt;-Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day this has been&lt;br /&gt;What a rare mood I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Why it's almost like&lt;br /&gt;being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was nothing in the dark that wasn't there when the lights were on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hate is just a kind of love you give to people who suck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than drinking alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parce que moi je rève, moi je ne suis pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curve: The loveliest distance between two points. ~Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-116302811634357138?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/116302811634357138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/116302811634357138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-he-thought-again-he-would-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-116289302580128008</id><published>2006-11-07T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:12:48.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "No, I'd step off onto the pile of bodies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You either bathe in the light or embrace the darkness. You...can drown while bathing, but not many have died from hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "None of this will matter when none of you are matter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To the complaint, 'There are no people in these photographs,' I respond, 'There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.'" -Ansel Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; take only pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; leave only footprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; kill only time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "She is a problem for me like a porch light is a problem for a moth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Above all else, let us love each other, because love covers over a multitude of sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Talent is like the shooter that hits a target the others can't reach; genius is like the shooter that hits a target the others can't see." -- Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The doctor asked him what he was afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Just what was he running from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; He said "It's not a fear of success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Or of closeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But of going through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Feeling numb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Hope is the hat rack, which I hang my dreams upon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "We'll make them regret undooming themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As long as there are people in this world, there will be food for cannibals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The world will make you suffer. But be brave! I have defeated the world - John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Dancing is silent poetry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; - Simonides (556-468bc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The only thing I've ever won was a mediocrity contest, and even then I only got the silver medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Women think with their vaginas!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You build worlds of steel and stone, I build worlds of words alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Every sandwich is proof that man may not live by bread alone. -Church Billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I wonder what stars wish for when they see shooting people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Someday I'll meet someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Whose heart joins with mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Aortas and arteries all intertwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; They'll beat so much stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Than they could apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Eight chambers of muscle to hustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The love in our heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; --Urinetown: the musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 'One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "I'm always right. However, this pisses off the universe so it shifts often to make it appear as though I was wrong... You ought to know this by now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's an indoor joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you want to live an interesting life, you're going to spend half of it being terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; -Mary Hollinshead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Hold on, didn't we slaughter you guys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "... ...No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "No, I'm pretty sure we did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "SILENCE! It is WE you have captured you. Again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Yeah, how'd that work out for you guys last time? Oh right, slaughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never ever choose to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Emotions are just hormones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The heart is only a muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and life is simply trying not to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I am what I am and that's all I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Time is meaningless and endless and boundless. It matters not, it bendeth to the will, it dreams and slows and loops. Unless of course you have to be somewhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Upon being told by Lady Astor, "If you were my husband, I'd put poison in your tea.":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I were your husband, I’d drink it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; -Winston Churchhill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Emotions are like those cheap emo-kids: none of them are really as original as they like to tell everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-116289302580128008?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/116289302580128008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/116289302580128008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-everyone-jumped-off-bridge-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-115794956815354891</id><published>2006-09-10T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:06:11.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nocturn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Night comes, an angel stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Measuring out the time of stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Still are the winds, and still the hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It would be peace to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Still in the still hours at the angel's feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Upon a star hung in a starry sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But hearts another measure beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Each body, wingless as it lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sends out its butterfly of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; With delicate wings and jewelled eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And some upon day's shores are cast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And some in darkness lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; In waves beyond the world, where float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Somewhere the islands of the blest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; -- Kathleen Raine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-115794956815354891?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/115794956815354891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/115794956815354891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2006/09/nocturn-night-comes-angel-stands.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-115320951444477417</id><published>2006-07-18T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:05:43.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grace - God's Redemtion At Christ's Expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No liquid eye, no pulpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soft as shit window to the soul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will stampede the pastoral, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tusking sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reality bites with a variety of sizes of teeth"-Tony Follari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is just a word to me and it might have meant a thing or two if I'da known the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible until proven impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We work in the dark- we do what we can- we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. All the rest is the madness of art."-Henry James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a bit of sky can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and then I went and stabbed him! So I'd be careful, Mr. Johnson, I will stab my meat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the glitter, in the dark, sunk into velvet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Praying this will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the shadow of a star, in static pallor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized I never began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've seen beyond yourself, then you will find peace of mind is waiting there. And the time will come when you see we're all one and life flows on within you and without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If meat is murder; then eggs are kidnapping, and milk is sexual harrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the community was fueled by anime devations and religious debate. we can just burn those up into an coal oven and keep operational for eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't point that gun at him, he's an unpaid intern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is "General Failure" and why is he reading my hard drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brevity is the soul of wit. Live fast, die young and leave a funny-looking corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace."- George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In living I found death, in dying I found what life truly is, now I walk &amp;amp; live as if I will die in the second and be swept up. There is more to life than breathing, and there is more to death than the stopping of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In order to not be touched, I don't touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gradually I begin to not feel anything real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boulder is just a pebble with an attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the only tool you have is a hammer, you be apt to deal with all problems as nails"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abraham H. Maslow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all secrets sleep in winter clothes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shine bright, thoughts are flashlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if Shakespeare himself were guiding our hands along a keyboard weege-board, laughing his ass off at the sap we come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere." - G.K. Chesterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If builders built buildings, the way programmers wrote programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilisation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Loneliness is a strange gift.' - E.B. White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only trees, since the world was born, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have bowed to those who walk against the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsence, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddely I saw the heavens unfastened and open."--Pablo Neruda, The People's Poet, Chile (1914-1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no happy endings, because nothing ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»Tame birds sing of freedom. Wild birds fly.«&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia is faith in a hidden order behind the visible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-115320951444477417?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/115320951444477417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/115320951444477417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2006/07/grace-gods-redemtion-at-christs.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-115320948342873956</id><published>2006-07-18T02:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:05:21.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im not a poet, but a complete lack of paints in the vacinity drove me to write this last night. I guess this concludes another interesting year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusk*&lt;br /&gt;Her night soft faded to his day&lt;br /&gt;slipped away&lt;br /&gt;barefoot through rainblue streetlight&lt;br /&gt;shy- an indigo retreat&lt;br /&gt;a forgotten lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She merged with his horizon&lt;br /&gt;-the perfect hiding place&lt;br /&gt;whispered to a hundred, but nobody gave&lt;br /&gt;chase. -a jaded ember gaze&lt;br /&gt;In congealing honey haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her head she soothed in midnight&lt;br /&gt;mud- in snowmelt earth she lay&lt;br /&gt;moonsoup puddles still reflect&lt;br /&gt;reflections of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We are jigsaw puzzle pieces all floating out in the vacuum, and its not enough that in this 6.3 billion piece puzzle there are only 4, 3 or maybe 2 (if you are a corner piece) other pieces that can fill your gaps... and its not enough that you mabye maybe bump into that piece. The time the place the angle- all must be aligned before you can even touch edges, see if your gaps fill theirs... We will never see what the big picture is; there is no box cover to peek at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Faye Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-115320948342873956?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/115320948342873956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/115320948342873956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-not-poet-but-complete-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-112271310554851925</id><published>2005-07-30T03:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:05:06.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Move it from your left to my right.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;-Monty Cinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts... and in much of your talking, thinking is half-murdered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es corta, pero ancha.&lt;br /&gt;[Life is short, but it is wide.] -- Mexican proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thoughts are stronger than you think,&lt;br /&gt;when you're stoned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is the muffled apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight fades, through blistered Avalon&lt;br /&gt;The sky's cruel torch, on aching autobahn&lt;br /&gt;Into the uncertain divine, we scream into the last divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who has imagination without learning has wings but no feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna say anything inspirational; I'm just gonna fucking swear a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It comes as a great shock to discover that the country which is your birthplace and to which you owe your life and identity has not, in its whole system of reality, evolved a place for you"&lt;br /&gt;-James Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should trust yourself, you don't need to know what you're saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is your oyster, provided you like seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my aspirations crash into the ground, on the backs of the angels that I've slain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose seems to be having a period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That condition which in the subway is called congestion is termed "intimacy" in our best nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day your life is gonna flash before your eyes - make it worth watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To say sexual purity means lack of sexual activity is like saying pure water means lack of water." - J.M.Ellio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Body is not the same as mine" - Roland Barthes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I, personally, don't think looking like a girl is bad, I own a pink shirt and high heels. But would never wear a dress and lipstick. Unless it's for a joke... Which me and my friend planned to do for the first day of school next year.&lt;br /&gt;-the perfect world would be if you two were dressing up and nobody in your school would laugh, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY DON'T MEAN SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"better to be alone than in bad company"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what perspective man can respect himself? -- some dostoevsky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy is delicious even when it starts to spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice. Honest. I have the heart of a little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a jar&lt;br /&gt;on my desk - Stephen king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....You are your own reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear their pinprick murmers,&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm a visionary, others just say I'm seeing things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in no capitalist institution of marriage. I read my Emma Goldman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right here where he stood&lt;br /&gt;When he wrote those sacred words&lt;br /&gt;And he made a holy vow&lt;br /&gt;And these are the drawings and his library card&lt;br /&gt;And this is the cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The men loaded the magazines as if they were pouring a glass of wine; a gunshot instead of "cheers", a bullet instead of a hug."&lt;br /&gt;- Gungrave, Episode 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sensation, aviation, deviation, E-Generation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simplicity of equipment and an adventurous spirit in attacking the unfamiliar or unknown are apt to result in a primitive and vigorous art. Somehow the primitive is usually much stronger than art in which technique and flourish abound." -Alexander Calder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to sugarcoat bullshit. It still smells like shit. And you will still know what is truly sweet always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;["Efficiency is intelligent laziness.."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An atheist activist is no more tolerant than a religious extremist, he's just turned inside out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking for a face. I am looking for a soul.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the meeting place where two parts make the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little joke, we're getting flirty&lt;br /&gt;A little rope, we're getting dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you&lt;br /&gt;your friends will like you more than they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live forever or die in the attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving in its tortuous wake vicious, cannabilistic, mutated, radiated and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers, bent on revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-112271310554851925?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/112271310554851925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=112271310554851925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112271310554851925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112271310554851925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/07/move-it-from-your-left-to-my-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-112072736691991788</id><published>2005-07-07T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:04:51.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and all the beautiful things that make you weep but don't have to make you weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats talent? Is it something tasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" responded the the Cheshire cat. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "It does not matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the constant, the invariant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the darkness of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more fun than to paint your passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivial information is accumulating every second, preserved in all its triteness. Never fading, always accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, desirous of beautiful things, and my soul, likewise, of its salvation, have no other means to rise to heaven but to gaze at all such things- michelangelo bounarroti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all people are shit bad trip tattoed on my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytime orphans join the circus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Line the rope, and walk the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are neither any terminologies nor designated labels for these kind of things, just complex intricasies and explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's to Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to Having an Excellent Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And may the Stopping never Start"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness surrounds me, I will make my own light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is not more soulful and artistic than happiness. Goth is not pretty. Life is far too short to be a cynic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there comes a point in life, a moment. Where your mind outlives it's desires, it's obssions. When your habits survive your dreams, and when your loses...maybe death is a gift. You wonder." - David Gale "The Life of David Gale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If you're going to be original, you can count on being copied.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People keep telling me I should try new things. And then they look at me funny when I tell them I like Shrimp Peanutbutter Cold Noodle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the music here is grating and arrhythmic. the smoke pollutes my optic sensors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe there's a god above, but all I ever learnt from love, was how to shoot at someone who out drew you, well its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it;s a broken hallelujah" -Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me help you to pick up your dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the sins of the fathers are fed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And from the pan under your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware all those angels with their wings glued on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#When They Come For Me I'll Be Sitting At My Desk With A Gun In My Hand Wearing A Bullet-Poof Vest, Singing 'My My My How The Time Does Fly When You Know You're Gonna Die By The End Of The Night#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the hardest part about doing nothing is trying to explain yourself to people burdened with a life full of somethings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many thoughts enter my mind to be printed; thus, my philosophical uniqueness is more often than not thrown out the veritable door and into the wilderness of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sounds of eternal conditions are all around us - night cries of ecstasy, the whispers of the dying, promises being made, and soft, disappointed weeping.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel it as i force it, serated edge through my flesh, cant see blood, cant feel pain, for a moment im invincible, my world comes crashing down as i feel a warm down drip, scars of temptation blister my my skin, this is not my weakness within, crimson falls on snow white skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I speak I am condemned;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I stay silent I am damned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-112072736691991788?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/112072736691991788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=112072736691991788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112072736691991788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112072736691991788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-all-beautiful-things-that-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-112046907881966006</id><published>2005-07-04T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:04:38.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to have the whole world in my hands. But now I don't because my mom told me I'd go blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't have to do it but you did it to say that you didn't have to do it but you would anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life throws lemons at you, it can't have good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we don't do the things we want to do because we don't want others to know we want to do them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're pretty.. you're pretty..you're pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't believe in anything!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes I do I believe in.. anything!&lt;br /&gt;Anything, anything is possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capitals are for capitalists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Green thumb? Try green hands, lips and lungs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resolve is never stronger than in the morning after it was never weaker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the fine line between genius and insanity like a drunk taking a sobriety test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not digging my own grave, I'm digging a hole to China. But I'm not stopping there, no sir. I'll keep digging all the way to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;And if I should break the sky, so be it. The more pieces it falls into the more numerous the ways to put it back together. Nathan Shoultz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my thing,&lt;br /&gt;And you do your thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am not in this world&lt;br /&gt;To live up to your expectations,&lt;br /&gt;And you are not in this world&lt;br /&gt;To live up to mine.&lt;br /&gt;You are you and I am I,&lt;br /&gt;And if by chance we find&lt;br /&gt;Each other, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Frederick S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has fuck all to do with anything, but people keep bringing the topic up because they think it's important to tell other people what they think, that isnt going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponchos are meant to hide your guns, not your pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all ... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique – all these are in the middle." -Cézanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something doesn't work, don't make flower and fairy tales about "well, it would work if we were all happy little Jesus robots who only had sex after marraige".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prices are CrAzY since my MERCHANDISE ate my SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wierd, man. There's footprints, without people in them! It's like it's them or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where will talent take you if you half-ass everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My irish boy, East side twyn, (incestual) love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... so if we hadn't killed them, then they would have just gone and killed us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That isn't very stable moral ground..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I know. Thats why you have to run across it so quickly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm drowning here! And you're describing the water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleeping Beauty, he said. I like you this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T PUSH ME! I HAVE A PILL TO MY WRIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to life than numbers and neuropyhsics... There's rock 'n' roll, saving the world, and getting the girl in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 'unique,' Latin for asshole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a video game with good graphics. And I'm the &lt;/span&gt;only fool without a memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. - Henry Louis Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I find in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explaination is that I was made for another world. ~ C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- "Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know there is laughter on the other end of a million miles of cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why if something it not reality, must we destroy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"There is no problem so big that it cannot be run away from."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-You just quoted Snoopy the Dog, I believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-I'll quote the truth where I find it, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottle caps; Tangled twine; could anything be more divine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"There aint no such thing as a free lunch." - R. A. Heinlein&lt;br /&gt;The important thing to remember about that statment is that it contains a double negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and he said to me, "I hate working two jobs, I never get to butcher anyone anymore. I just kill em and bury em in the plot behind my house. it's just like sometimes you forget it's the little things that make life worth living" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And all this science, I don't understand...it's just my job 5 days a week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-112046907881966006?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/112046907881966006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=112046907881966006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112046907881966006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112046907881966006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-used-to-have-whole-world-in-my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-112021080905556594</id><published>2005-07-01T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:04:24.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;I feel very industrius after all that.&lt;br /&gt;Very connected.&lt;br /&gt;The system may not work but we are all in it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-112021080905556594?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/112021080905556594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=112021080905556594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112021080905556594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/112021080905556594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-very-industrius-after-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111908605519294714</id><published>2005-06-18T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:04:10.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To me, "scruples" are Russian money, and "morals" are paintings on walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sober driver, drunken cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's Jack. He thinks he's a god but he's so brain fried all the time he probably forgot his girlfriend's name. Or that she's really a guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scottish have our own kung-fu. It's called, "F***K YOU!" and consists of mostly headbanging and kicking your foe when they pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance." --Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish are the people who play Twister on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never pick a fight with an ugly person, they've got nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self." - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him." -Hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Substance is your strength. The true nature and depth of your search ignite the ink from black to blaze. The deep tread of a diver leaves the footprint of a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to pull the weeds, choking flowers in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even angels cast shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it's based on a deep seated need to believe. Its only after the "believers" have their faith shaken sufficiently that progress can start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, you should ask them to implant one of those singing birthday/Christmas-card microchips into your tit, so that the next time somebody mooshes it around, they'll be surprised with a muffled, bleeping version of "Frosty the Snowman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread' -Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A critic is a man who knows the way but can't drive the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all other ills do mine differ. It pleaseth me; my ill is what I want and my suffering my health. My ill comes to me by my will; but I am so pleased to want thus that I suffer agreeably, and have so much joy in my pain that I am sick with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah asthma camp was great. Spending nights singing rousing campfire songs 'round the humidifier. And playing follow the wheezer and inhaler roulette! One out of the six was filled with cat hair. Tricky game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for greed&lt;br /&gt;O is for order&lt;br /&gt;V is for villains in the 3-piece suits defining the borders&lt;br /&gt;E is for empire&lt;br /&gt;R is for revenue&lt;br /&gt;N is for not for me but none was&lt;br /&gt;MENT was meant for you and me&lt;br /&gt;- ima robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a watched pot never boils. a watched pot with a flame under it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to go for an insanity plea when your client reloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gump was wrong!! Life isnt like a box of chocolates its more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ONLY GENERIC HATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems a terrible fuss over one person, and I agree with my friends who say Ms Mukhtaran's tribulations are not representative of all of Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;But her case has become a symbol, and symbols count. And it doesn't matter whether that involves good news or bad. It must be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the fish know it's wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake to keep steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop trying to figure out who's talented and who's not, and just take a shot at it, okay? Do some art. Tell anybody who asks that I said it was all right.'&lt;br /&gt;--Emma Bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long after, and the night was again, shall I say, rather educational, he laughed at me eating apples in the bathtub. I was starving, of course, but I would have done it for the fact that it made him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're running different races you and I, you can't win because I'm not competing against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a tough child. If you boil them for 7 hours, they always come out tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gene pool needs more chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found religion inside myself&lt;br /&gt;i drank the blood, the flesh was stale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt at all the devil grins,&lt;br /&gt;as seas of ink I splatter.&lt;br /&gt;Ye gods, forgive me for my literary sins-&lt;br /&gt;The other kind don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm what your mother would have been if she'd never had kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What came first? Man or God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We work with being, but non-being is what we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning has been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conclusion is simply the place where someone got tired of thinking. -Arthur Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are so stifled. I like my dog. He humps everything in sight and doesn't care who sees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so left it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;- Rowan Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111908605519294714?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111908605519294714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111908605519294714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111908605519294714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111908605519294714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-me-scruples-are-russian-money-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111891414716208343</id><published>2005-06-16T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:03:56.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday I...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;shaved my legs with a blunt razor, and perhaps I would have let some blood fall from my veins if it wasn't so trendy and shallow now.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;left wet towels on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;dressed in baggy black clothes... to drown my figure,&lt;br /&gt;to be a shapeless girl. if I can't be thin I will be shapeless.&lt;br /&gt;being shapeless is better than being fat anyway.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;passed through the car park&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't collect warmth anymore,&lt;br /&gt;thats why I don't stay there.&lt;br /&gt;there is no sunshine to soak up.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;held hands with someone:&lt;br /&gt;who's love I do not deserve this easily.&lt;br /&gt;because I'm cold and distant...&lt;br /&gt;tightly closed&lt;br /&gt;like the criss-crossed laces in those boots that I wear.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;smiled: artificially, yet convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;inhaled invisible pollution.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;endured annoying noises&lt;br /&gt;and annoying people&lt;br /&gt;(who told me to SHUT THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;because I proved them to be a HYPOCRITE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fuck them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which I unfortunately did, once)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;scrambled to catch up&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;watched online video clips&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye in a predictable manner&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;tried not to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the deviantart user &lt;a href="http://forbiddensnowflake.deviantart.com/"&gt;forbiddensnowflake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111891414716208343?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111891414716208343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111891414716208343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111891414716208343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111891414716208343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111752837850987783</id><published>2005-05-31T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:00:17.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Même si je ne te vois pas&lt;br /&gt;Je peux retrouver ce que l'on cherche dans la nuit,&lt;br /&gt;même si c'est très difficile&lt;br /&gt;je danserai mon chemin avec les loups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is like sunset, which is only an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;For what is sunset here is sunrise beyond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass is always half-empty.&lt;br /&gt;And cracked.&lt;br /&gt;And I just cut my lip on it.&lt;br /&gt;And chipped a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Janeane Garofalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares notis a slave.&lt;br /&gt;-- Sir William Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.&lt;br /&gt;-- Robertson Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest criticism is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~-+Where did you go when you left today? Neverland. Peel back the skin for the kids to play. Neverland. Too lost to care for being found again..+-~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You piece together a jigsaw and the final picture is you, finishing that same puzzle. A mad, green-eyed killer standing behind you. An urban legend come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1f u c4n r34d th1s u r34lly n33d 70 g37 l41d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said that all were angels&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I saw the evil&lt;br /&gt;Evil that bleeds from the sky, from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ordinary… the kind of dangerous, beautiful ordinary that you just can’t leave alone.Like an angel from the underworld or maybe a devil from paradise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not smart. I'm not pretty. I'm not even talented. I'm not anything special. I just happen to be able to trick people into believing I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them...At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good veiw, and perhaps even a low-hanging apple for his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just like a devil&lt;br /&gt;You just like a witch&lt;br /&gt;You only like me cause I can scratch your itch&lt;br /&gt;I’m too much a bastard&lt;br /&gt;Your too much like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physician, heal thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I exist!," cried the man and the universe replied, "who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so tough she rolled her own tampons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because it says 'she', doesn't mean it's about a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wishes were fishes, baby, we'd live by the sea.All alone, just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I waited, waited for the Lord; who bent down and heard my cry, drew me out of the pit of destruction,...set my feet upon rock, steadied my steps, and put a new song in my mouth, a hymn to our God. Many shall look on in awe and trust in the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is your God that saves all and saves none?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laugh at you because you're different, you laugh at them cause they're all the same. I laugh at you because you wont stop using that fucking quote!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Between the idea and the reality&lt;br /&gt;Between the motion and the act&lt;br /&gt;Between the conception and the creation&lt;br /&gt;Between the desire and the spasm&lt;br /&gt;Between the everything falls the shadow&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why live in the world when you can live in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the fruits you had set your hearts on have failed you;&lt;br /&gt;gone forever, never to return, is your life of magnificence &amp;amp; ease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a shot from every angle, I'd have shot you down, I'd have made you look fucking beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn't be an artist. Normal men don't create works of art. They eat, sleep, hold down routine jobs and die. You are hypersensitive to life and nature;that's why you are able to interpret the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this elevator go straight to hell or do I switch in the lobby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111752837850987783?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111752837850987783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111752837850987783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111752837850987783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111752837850987783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/05/mme-si-je-ne-te-vois-pas-je-peux.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111718086981999453</id><published>2005-05-27T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:02:19.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;I'm a monster with no tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sdrawkcab dootsrednu tub drawrof devil si efiL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;Just a bunch of inquisitive idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on. -Oscar Levant (1906 - 1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me my love, I am watercolor... I wash off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a great healer..... Unless it's a rash, then you're better off with ointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ugly. But it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand." Baruch Spinoza (1632 - 1677)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"curiosity was framed....ignorance killed the cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I savored the taste of independence. But it wasn't so much changing the world as becoming a part of it that drove my ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here is that dreams inevitably lead to hideous implosions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence of the art is excusable; the ignorance of it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a huge, active imagination, [and] I think I'm really scared of being alone; because ifI'm left to my own devices, I'll just turn into a madwoman."-- Claire Danes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't laugh at you, at least &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should be careful what we do in the future. Because I'm pretty sure elephants never forget" -- Erica Hamby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it idiot-proof and they'll build a better idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know what I know and I talk what I talk! And if that’s wrong then that’s just too bad. The airplane rides are three dollars, cash!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Mouthful of Beer and a Mind full of Hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All that we call human history: money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery - is the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Optimist is someone whom laughs to forget,&lt;br /&gt;a Pessimist is someone whom forgets to laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111718086981999453?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111718086981999453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111718086981999453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111718086981999453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111718086981999453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-monster-with-no-tokyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111570331478041174</id><published>2005-05-10T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:01:58.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;If music is dying, musicians are killing it. Composers are the ones decomposing it. We are as responsible as anyone--although we'd love not to admit it. We lash out at "The Industry", blaming things like corporate structure for our shitty music--but we are the ones making it. We open the box they've given us and jump in, wrap ourselves up, and even lick the stamp. Why? Insecurity--the need for acceptance--maybe even money. We're not thinking about our music, just how it looks. One would rather have the warm tongue of a critic licking his asshole than the tongue of his spouse. It gives him a sense of validity and power. He seems to defy gravity. Maybe it is because he doesn't know what the hell else to do. He sees it coming--but freezes with panic like a deer in the headlights. Don't laugh--I've done it and you probably have too. And it has undoubtedly effected out music. (But have we learned anything from it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that we are mostly a lot of slobbering babies who need constant stroking. We realize also in the moral order of society, we occupy positions similar to the thief, pimp, or peeping tom. We know that even if one has the pride of a bull, it is hard enough just to remain focused in this world. It gives us milliona upon millions of images--distractions--all saying the same thing at the same time: DO NOT THINK. If your fantasy and desire give you migraines, how easy it is to forget them when there is so much to look at. Our creations die quickly when abandoned like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we realize that we are eating our young? It seems the passion that moves us is accompanied by an incredible urge to squash it. It is as quick as a fucking reflex--a conditioned response. It it a sexual problem? A puritanical one? The most intense and convincing music achieves a sexual level of expression, but what we normally feel is frigidity and limpness. It is just too easy for an artist to 'socialize' his desires when life tells him cardboard is OK. You should be ashamed of yourself! What is your fucking problem? If you don't come out, sooner or later you will die in there. Use chunks of yourself. Bodily fluids. Look left and right. Sift through others' belongings. Borrow. Steal. And try to achieve some sort of pleasure while doing it. This excitement should increase and intensify when you visualize it being shared by a number of people. Think about it. If it comes from inside you, it is automatically valid--it just may or may not be good. Because if it is not communicating in some way, its pleasure is as short-lived as a quick fuck in the back room. It doesn't mean shit. The labor of many composers is to construct elaborate walls of sound--but we often forget to leave a window or door to crawl out of. ow can we survive in these clever little rooms? We must eat our creation or we will starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, we have heard what we wanted to hear--our ears have shut down. We've resigned as slaves to our own gluttony. But if we have boarded up our learning environment, our only way out is to teach what we know. Will they listen? Why should they? Because they need you as much as you need them. You can save them from being swallowed up by the world--they can save you from being swallowed up by the world. Young and old players should be seeking each other out and using each other. They should develope a healthy exchange of smut--and learn to wear each other's masks. In this kind of environment, incredible things can happen. Music can emerge that is athletic and personal. Music that is riddled with contradictions--impossibilities. And that is the shit that can defy gravity.&lt;br /&gt;- Mike Patton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111570331478041174?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111570331478041174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111570331478041174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111570331478041174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111570331478041174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-music-is-dying-musicians-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111441325231111393</id><published>2005-04-25T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:01:32.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I put the &lt;i&gt;erk&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;i&gt;fileclerk&lt;/i&gt;, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Goodness me, the clock has struck. Alackday, and fuck my luck.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get a stick and you beat someone with it, that's how you live" -Enola Kebor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will we ever see Hardcore John, Tony, Danzig, etc. ever again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoss:&lt;/b&gt; You can see them whenever you want you fools. That's what the archives are for. Unless you suddenly went blind, then the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a mind unknown of impeccable sorrow and despair to see the glass half empty and not full of life." -Ridicule of Pessimisim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion cannot be without morality, but morality may arrive without religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no such thing as old movies. Just wonderful pictures you haven't seen yet. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding,&lt;br /&gt;and all the lights that lead us there are blinding,&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that I would like to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Artists don't get down to work until the pain of working is exceeded by the pain of not working" -Stephen DeStaebler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against whats right, I'm not for what wrong: I'm just making my way and I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity is Creativity without an interpreter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are like paperclips: meant to keep things together, fun to bend, and easily twisted out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the body. It's the glass in front, the eyes behind and the vision within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are what we eat, I'm fast, cheap and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holovirus Rimmer: You don't think there's anything amiss? I'm sitting here wearing a red and white checked gingham dress...and army boots. And you think that's un-amiss ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them think what they like, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank--but that's not the same thing. [Joseph Conrad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least your weapon didn't give you cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night in the middle of the day,&lt;br /&gt;two dead men came out to play.&lt;br /&gt;Back to back they faced eackother.&lt;br /&gt;Drew their swords and shot eachother.&lt;br /&gt;If you dont believe this lie its true.&lt;br /&gt;Ask the blind man, he saw it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is anything that the nonconformist hates more than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standards of nonconformity." - Bill Vaughan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Hunter: There's nothing to do anymore. Everything decent's been done. All the great themes have been used up--turned into theme parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...screaming out the window at the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wondered at her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111441325231111393?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111441325231111393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111441325231111393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111441325231111393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111441325231111393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-put-erk-in-fileclerk-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111354353784526211</id><published>2005-04-15T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:01:09.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having a smoking area in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o amor é um suicídio assistido e consciente" (the love is an attended and conscientious suicide) - Douglas Baldan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Life's a Movie, my Feeling the Soundtrack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is dull, I think I'll sharpen it...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams and follow your heart, you'll still get beaten by those who spent their time working hard and learning things and who weren't so lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The children are our future... that's why they must be stopped'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tommorrow that you promised yesterday you'd do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey is a jack-o-lantern. His candle is hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please please please)&lt;br /&gt;play the whole damn song&lt;br /&gt;a 2 minute song&lt;br /&gt;is just 1 minute 59 seconds&lt;br /&gt;too god damn long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men buy things they don't need, with money they don't have, to please people they don't like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never took the smile away from anybody's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman (deserves good things)&lt;br /&gt;Wrist full of diamonds (hands full of rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of consecutive rejections until you realize that no one else has gotten off their ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are the universe trying to understand itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't point that beard at me, it might be loaded. - Groucho Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In case of emergency, always keep a spare dog in your pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend in the park, I wondered why a frisbee grows bigger and bigger when it approaches you.&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In heaven all the interesting people are missing." - Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is far better to have enjoyed an unsuccessful life than it is to have despised a successful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried your best and failed miserably. The lesson is never to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch a lot of TV. I drink a lot of coffee, too. But you know what's really addictive? Heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They will not let us help them. They have chosen cunning instead of belief. Their prison is only in their own minds, yet they are in that prison; and are so afraid of being 'taken in' that they cannot be taken out." -Aslan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Happy Man is the one who can enjoy the view if he has to take detours..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you die .....for the mother-in-law land!? Rothman, you're a menace!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to believe&lt;br /&gt;Sew up the sore make it fake&lt;br /&gt;When you're the boy that I want&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the girl that you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hail of sparks&lt;br /&gt;And a tangle of wires&lt;br /&gt;Everything went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's drink til we can't stand &amp;amp; paint the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore children. But I could never eat a whole one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' just ignore the smoke and smile '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty spokes will converge in the hub of a wheel, but the use of the cart will depend on the part of the hub that is void.&lt;br /&gt;So advantage is had from whatever is there; but usefulness rises from whatever is not.-Lao tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful is a naked man climbing a barbed-wire fence. Course, if you’re a naked man climbing a barbed-wire fence, it’s probably a little too late for careful.&lt;br /&gt;-Wrangler jeans commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying I posted the best photo in the world, and have you seen how many animal photos make it up there? PEOPLE LIKE FUZZY THINGS. I'm well aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hadn't seen early morning sunlight in years, and now I am convinced that it is unhealthy. The light vaporizes vampires - imagine what it can do to you."-Jessica Zafra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want revelations engraved in gold and angels trumpeting down from heaven. What if this is it instead: me telling you I love you, right here in the snow? I think that is pretty miraculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, and bit dance palaces full of music, lights and racial impurity and gender confusion,and all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers... Race. taste and history finally overcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alcloholism is the only disease you can be yelled at for having."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not intend to tiptoe through life only to arrive safely at death -- unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111354353784526211?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111354353784526211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111354353784526211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111354353784526211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111354353784526211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/04/having-smoking-area-in-restaurant-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111078763487518045</id><published>2005-03-14T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:00:35.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all have Time Machines. The ones that take us back are called memories, and the ones that take us forward are called dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they never use. - Kirkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to become something that you are not. Always have trust in your ability to achieve great things, don't ever give up the belief. Continious effort - not strength or intelligence is the true key to unlocking our potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages--quod me nutrit me destruit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Ballet-Girls Are Right, The Death of That Poor Buquet Fellow Is Perhaps Not As Natural As People Think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, remember: Although we yell, we yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I Part Of The Art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of your ignorance is the aesthetic of my anarchy - (Amsterdam graffiti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Any who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed my back against the wall, and I broke it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cant go... i forgot how to fly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I loved you&lt;br /&gt;You said you cared&lt;br /&gt;And when we were broken&lt;br /&gt;What has love shared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do the things you do and who do you do them for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Humans act first, think later and feel last of all'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw you a picture&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw it with a twist&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw it with a blade&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw it on my wrist&lt;br /&gt;If I draw it correctly a red fountain will appear&lt;br /&gt;washing away my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;washing away my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can grab life by the horns, but it's still a bunch of bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A word to the wise ain't neccessary, it's the stupid ones that need the advice":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of eternity, I wish to find the spoon to my fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what kind of an attitude is that, these things happen? They only happen because this whole country is just full of people, who when these things happen, they just say these things happen, and that's why they happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does it always take some 'authority' to make me right? Why can't we just make ME the authority and cut out the middleman??" ~ Me, to my mom, after some study 'proved' what I already said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you might want to know the details and the factsBut there's something in my blood that denies the memory of the acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You etched your name into my heart, but you wrote in fading ink . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to be the little rabble rouser that I am, the lady who doesn't need cats to be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111078763487518045?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111078763487518045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111078763487518045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111078763487518045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111078763487518045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-all-have-time-machines.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-111044146227180186</id><published>2005-03-10T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:00:14.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best kind of beauty: no one sees, but everyone feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un peid près de ma coeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oliviainherhousemakes love foralivinghowdoyoumake love oliviacreate loveform love, mold loveshape lovewhat does love meando you sell it?how much do you chargefor love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you living vicariously through a plasma screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never have taken a picture I've intended. They're always better or worse." - Diane Arbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Intellectual masturbation causes mental nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life, anybody's life, my life. All I could do was sit there and watch him die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's One Thing A Duck And A Tricycle Have In Common? A: They Both Have Wheels, Except For The Duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarge:&lt;/b&gt;“Grif? If you see Lopez, tell him I forgive him. Tell him… he was like a son to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grif:&lt;/b&gt;“I thought Simmons was like a son to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarge:&lt;/b&gt;“No offense Simmons. Lopez and I just understood each other better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simmons:&lt;/b&gt;“Understood? He refused to speak English!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grif:&lt;/b&gt;“Yeah, and he ran away the first chance he got.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simmons:&lt;/b&gt;“And now he's trying to kill you with a remote controlled jeep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarge:&lt;/b&gt;”Ah… what a little rascal.”&lt;br /&gt;Red vs. Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think no one cares about you? Try skipping a few payments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't it snow, like they said it would?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that they know, that I really should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have taken the path of art, it is like a kind of LSD trip-with no return.-H.R. Giger, 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WEREN'T MADE TO PLEASE THE WORLD !! DON'T WASTE TIME TRYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resolution is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not let the sunlight blind me?&lt;br /&gt;When all I have to see lies in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well once i gave a look to you, but you never gave it back.&lt;br /&gt;so here i stand expressionless but my memory's in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So the man was left by himself, incomplete and all alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Einstein was wrong! I'm the speed of LIGHT cracking though shivery atoms and God the Sky whirls and wither like a melting rainbow!"-Arkham Asylum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Though lovers be lost, love shall not. And death shall have no dominion…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."Terry Pratchett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've kissed the sun and I didn't burn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any darn fool can make something complex; it takes a genius to make something simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up now for seven days and wired,The concept of sleep is way too tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis to create, and in creating live&lt;br /&gt;A being more intense, that we endow&lt;br /&gt;With what form our fancy, gaining as we give&lt;br /&gt;The life we image.-Byron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah... The Philly attidude: the ability to pull defeat from the jaws of victory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If one studies too zealously, one easily loses his pants." --Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wicked specimen of sin with no profound logic to believe in. Hold me tight, but don't hold me close, I go where I desire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-111044146227180186?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/111044146227180186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=111044146227180186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111044146227180186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/111044146227180186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/03/best-kind-of-beauty-no-one-sees-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-110767681304321265</id><published>2005-02-06T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:00:01.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha! You gotta stalker! You gotta stalker! I don't! You do! I can sleep at night! You're gonna die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If The Doorway To Opportunity Is Locked...Try Breaking A Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'The children are our future... that's why they must be stopped'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Here is there, and high is low;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All may be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is true, no two men know--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is gone is gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely...dwell on these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--Philippians 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Greg-"You know, I like my Warcraft like i like my sex...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kat-"Alone....in your room....with your hands?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Greg-"......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Calculus and alcohol don't mix. Please, don't drink and derive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"To travel the world as a dying soul, see the sprits growing old! To go back to Jesus breaking the bread. All in my mind, my fucked up head!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The bible is written mostly about Jesus Christ, King James's D&amp;amp;D character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He's all siren beauty and casual cruelty, but most of all he's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"One cannot refuse to eat just because there is a chance of being choked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Chinese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-110767681304321265?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/110767681304321265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=110767681304321265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110767681304321265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110767681304321265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/02/haha-you-gotta-stalker-you-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-110655029764432155</id><published>2005-01-24T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:59:35.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I less than three you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"So much darkness in the world, so much darkness, Francis. No light. Only darkness. And there is always someone who will take it upon himself. Always. Always. Always. I have become evil, but once I, too, was good..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Santa is stuck on the over-pass!" cried the Happy Elf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Am I jumping the gun, or are the words 'I have a cunning plan' marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Duct tape dreams and strawberry lube flavoured popcorn. What more could a girl want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Asking for ideas for the story that you're writing is like asking for some lungs for the breathing that you're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You live and learn. At any rate, you live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chekov had it right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you work and work and that's what you do. Aside from falling in love with someone who doesn't love you back.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EVERYONE IS A TOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOU ARE HERE RIGHT NOW ONLY BECAUSE IT PLEASES SOMEONE ELSE. THIS IS TRUE FOR EVERYONE. WHOS' BEST INTREST DO THESE PEOPLE HAVE IN MIND WHEN YOU GOBBLE UP THEIR POISEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he walks like hes got music in his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he has eyes like the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and lips shaped like pink frosting cake roses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;letter to a dead girl: i hope you are somewhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you can't spell manslaughter without laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"If reading is knowledge, and knowledge is power, and power is coruption, and coruption is a crime, and crime dosen't pay, then if you keep reading you'll go broke!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God is maimed come let us prey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One down, one too many to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"the earth is blue, but there is no god" -the first russian in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you see a fork in the road, don't go left or right, it means someones been there before. You should go up the middle. That's where the adventure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;..when you ask for light i set myself on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Nothing is true. All is permitted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Last words of Hasan i Sabbah X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals. Nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in this tale will go on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love humanity, it's people I can't stand. - Linus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Isaac Asimov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I've seen knights in armor panic at the first hint of battle, and I've seen the lowliest squire pull a spear from his own body to defend a dying horse; nobility isn't a birthright, it is defined by one's actions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once you can exept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is somthing, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Through avarice, evil smiles; through insanity, it sings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no doubt at all the devil grins, as seas of ink I splatter. Ye gods, forgive me for my literary sins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The other kind don't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The more people you deafen, the more you know were listening to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"In a sky full of people only some want to fly. Isn't that crazy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way. -- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"We are attracted to each other; like drops of water, like the constellations. We are repelled from one another; like magnets, like the colour of our skin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If we're all God's children, then whats so special about Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"No amount of therapy will ever make this moment okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dislike feeling at home when I'm abroad. - George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a Marxist of the Groucho faction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-110655029764432155?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/110655029764432155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=110655029764432155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110655029764432155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110655029764432155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-less-than-three-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-110327228987406138</id><published>2004-12-17T03:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:59:08.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I die, I would like to go peacefully in my sleep just like my Grandfather; not yelling and screaming like the passenger in his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A look so earnest that grandmothers all over the world were probably spontaneously feeling the urge to bake pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's in a better place now. Rather, it's in the same place only now it's got a big hole through it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the term is "moo" as in, "its a moo point." After all, what is a cow's opinion. Mooooooooooo. It just doesn't matter. It's moo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"If I had cut his wings, he would'nt have run away. But without his wings he wouldn't have been a bird, an it was the bird whom I was in love with"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so goth, when I close my eyes, I see black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How could something so beautiful shine on something so dreadful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--Some people ask me why I write about such gross things, I just tell them that I have the heart of a small boy -- in a jar on my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When striving for improvment, it is vital that one does not strive to be better than others, but to excel oneself....ultimatley, this means that you will never be good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Black holes are where God divided by zero. - Steven Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-110327228987406138?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/110327228987406138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=110327228987406138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110327228987406138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110327228987406138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-i-die-i-would-like-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-110222741233871164</id><published>2004-12-05T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:58:31.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Disorder always increases with time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Second Law of Thermodynamics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..:YouLaughAtMe-BecauseYouSayW eAreAllTheSame:..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:..ILaughAtYou-BecauseYouThink YouAreSoVeryDifferent..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My love for you burns like napalm on a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all, nothing quite says genius like 70 billion dollars of equipment right next to an unstable volcano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~mark twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"...They confiscated ink and stone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote in blood with a bit of bone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Death, the most frightening of bad things, is nothing to us; since when we exist, death is not present, and when death is present, then we do not exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Epicurus, Letter to Menoeceus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Virgin Mary! Not just for toast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-George Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;archiving your soul since whenever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"don't call me baby. i eat babies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sir? Sir, you have some mustard on your chin, sir.. No no... sir. On your other chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Robot Jesus did look upon the people that had gathered and said, "Blessed art those whom art light with flesh but art heavy with metal, they shall partake in the smashing. And blessed art those whom are meatbags, they shall all die really quick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You will fly and you will crawl;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God knows even angels fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No such thing as you lost it all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God knows even angels fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate how you don't love me like I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- What's the sound of one hand clapping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- How 'bout i smack you upside the head and we find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter---bitter" he answered; "But I like it Becuase it is bitter And because it is my heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the fork eats the spoon, and the knife stabs the face reflected in the plate, dinner is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-110222741233871164?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/110222741233871164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=110222741233871164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110222741233871164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110222741233871164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/12/disorder-always-increases-with-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-110172410083473880</id><published>2004-11-29T04:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:58:00.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I listen to the music of terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to turn it off? Why does it always feel so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he aimed the shotgun into the blue&lt;br /&gt;Placed his face in between the two&lt;br /&gt;And sighed:&lt;br /&gt;Here's to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemmings don't grow older, they just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be satisfied with sitting back and reading. I need to be the author of this book called Life.&lt;br /&gt;"Attempted Murder"? Hell, you can't blame a guy for trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are strong and blessed and so brave&lt;br /&gt;With souls to be saved&lt;br /&gt;And faith regained&lt;br /&gt;All our tears wiped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't pay us! We don't even exsist! We're just a metaphor used to personify the abstract concept of thought!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stampede the artist Three Solid Frogs got to his feet, retrieved his brush from his nostril, pulled his easel out of a tree, and tried to think placid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be unique. be yourself, screw the world, and practice safe sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;To get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the internet&lt;br /&gt;not my master thesis&lt;br /&gt;im allowed to type lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I invented eating, you know. Singlehandedly solved starvation. It's how I got voted into office."&lt;br /&gt;-- King Steve (8-bit Theatre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your.heart.can't.hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we stole Heaven from the Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-110172410083473880?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/110172410083473880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=110172410083473880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110172410083473880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110172410083473880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-listen-to-music-of-terrorists.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-110112552164984469</id><published>2004-11-22T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:57:51.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was born with broken wings&lt;br /&gt;and never learnt to fly.&lt;br /&gt;She that she's afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;but wants to touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Character is who you are in the dark when no one else is looking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A democracy is nothing more than mob rule, where fifty-one percent of the people may take away the rights of the other forty-nine."-Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in telekinesis, raise my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shrink wrap your kiss in plastic love&lt;br /&gt;Make my mind up when you return&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has happened to me these days&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like love in the strangest ways"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only god left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With these seven easy steps, you, too, can be the authoritarian despot of your own principality. Machiavelli, your road to happiness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend that I know what I'm talking about, and then you'll nod and smile politely as if you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Dr. Johnson's famous dictionary, patriotism is defined as the last refuge of a scoundrel. With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer, I beg to submit that it is the first."—Ambrose Bierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts like a hundred moths&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a lampshade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"We would often be ashamed of our finest actions if the world understood all the motives which produced them."-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-110112552164984469?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/110112552164984469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=110112552164984469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110112552164984469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/110112552164984469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/11/she-was-born-with-broken-wings-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109963618005552693</id><published>2004-11-05T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:57:39.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've Always thought that sex was a pain in the ass...then I discovered women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm a little teapot rythm*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little raver candied out&lt;br /&gt;here are my glowsticks trip me out&lt;br /&gt;when I get all sober hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;pop me a pill and roll me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.&lt;br /&gt;-Tom Stoppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka!' (I found it!) but 'That's funny...'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We knights are blessed in that we do not run from it. We seek it, grasp it by the throat and demand honor in our passing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing kind about an act of truth .... it is simple a validation of how great you are and how much you deserve to have more than what is currently yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not concentrate on the finger or you will miss all of the heavenly glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always new. The last of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;was ever the sweetest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than central air..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is very &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A very &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt; at,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to &lt;strong&gt;say&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a jeopardy to society!"&lt;br /&gt;"And you're a Wheel of Fortune to society,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is careful! Be dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Artists are the canaries of the human race.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may all go to hell. And I will go to Texas."&lt;br /&gt;~Davy Crockett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man convinced against his will, is of the same opinion still"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that pens would not work in zero gravity. NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion to develop a pen that writes on almost any surface. The Russians used a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place you go to ride on rides, eat cotten candy, and step in monkey poop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109963618005552693?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109963618005552693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109963618005552693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109963618005552693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109963618005552693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-always-thought-that-sex-was-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109861215875653316</id><published>2004-10-24T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:57:14.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mind is like a steel trap -- rusty and illegal in 37 states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always, always, had something I wanted to tell you. But I'm bad at putting them into words, and it's embarassing, so I put it into notes. Even if my throat gets torn into pieces, I will go on shouting for you, for you, for all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I plan on dying in a garbage can anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather terribly uninterested in other people's business, to the point where they've nicknamed me Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the sky turns green when there's a tornado brewing. I have no idea why, but I like to think it's because the air is nauseated from all the spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!&lt;br /&gt;To all the sensual world proclaim,&lt;br /&gt;One crowded hour of glorious life&lt;br /&gt;Is worth an age without a name.&lt;br /&gt;-- Sir Walter Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll all die like rats! Baby rats, with no hair and one leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sodomy non sapiens," said Albert under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;- "What does that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Means I'm buggered if I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being slightly different in your own way, following your own road and finding your own Wonderland is never as easy as following a White Rabbit, you have to think for yourself.I have yet to find my own Wonderland, but I'm getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Out, out, brief candle!&lt;br /&gt;Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,&lt;br /&gt;That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,&lt;br /&gt;And then is heard no more: it is a tale&lt;br /&gt;Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,&lt;br /&gt;Signifying nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and if i have offended anyone in any way shape or form, i just want you to know how much i don't give a fuck." rich vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there's music playing but we dance to the beat of our own black hearts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were all red-hot under the same cold star when the wires snapped and Death became a pygmy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing either one of us comes up with right now is going to do us any good. Just go to sleep. Everything'll be just as fucked-up in the morning." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109861215875653316?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109861215875653316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109861215875653316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109861215875653316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109861215875653316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-mind-is-like-steel-trap-rusty-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109858846767647106</id><published>2004-10-23T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:57:01.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My chief consolation is that if I am scuppered tonight-; am off on duty in a few minutes-there will still be left a member of the great T.C.B.S. to voice what I dreamed and what we all agreed upon. For the death of one of its members cannot, I am determined, dissolve the T.C.B.S. Death can make us loathsome and helpless as individuals, but it cannot put an end to the immortal four! A discovery I am going to communicate to Rob before I go off to-night. And do you write it also to Christopher. May God bless you, my dear John Ronald, and may you say the things I have tried to say long after I am not there to say them, if such be my lot.&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever,&lt;br /&gt;G.B.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;A letter written to J.R.R. Tolkien by his friend G.B. Smith on the day of his death. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109858846767647106?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109858846767647106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109858846767647106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109858846767647106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109858846767647106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-chief-consolation-is-that-if-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109798927435285739</id><published>2004-10-17T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:56:45.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Silence never has been written down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the best sounding thing turn out to be so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;and realises that you haven't&lt;br /&gt;slept yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either this kid has a lightbulb up his ass or his colen has a bright idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Refuse To Have A Battle Of Wits With An Unarmed Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If “pro” is the opposite of “con,” is progress the opposite of congress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.&lt;br /&gt;but who cries for the tuna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us...It's people who claim that they're good, or anyway better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.~Wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were always smiling, real friendly like, but the way you smiled was so empty it hurt to watch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true.~James Branch Cabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, little lost lamb, where is your home? Am I Mary, not contrary, or the prodigal son? Do you stay, or should you run? Oh, little lamb, what hand, what blood made thee? In the darkness of the night, you do not burn, but hide in fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a photographic memory some just dont have film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a gentleman," they used to say to him. "You shouldn't have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that's no occupation for a gentleman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, God hates us. Even if you send us up, He'll send us right back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fear losing your soul, fear having nothing to use your soul for...Because every light casts its shadow, and sooner or later, the darkness takes us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History became legend. Legend became myth. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." -Franklin D. Rosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't march to the beat of a different drummer. Be the drummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109798927435285739?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109798927435285739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109798927435285739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109798927435285739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109798927435285739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/10/silence-never-has-been-written-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109695260573196177</id><published>2004-10-05T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:56:34.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mind is a terrible thing to taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down?&lt;br /&gt;We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls off, and then gets right back on you, I think you should buck him off right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is better to die on your feet, than live on your knees"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to inform you that your art hand is now infected with the no talent virus. to cure this please send check or money order of $99.99 to that homless guy on the corner and he'll make sure i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this, sometimes I think life would be better without genitals, although sometimes I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about China, have you seen the Great Wall?"&lt;br /&gt;"All walls are great if the roof doesn't fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, when do the meek plan on inheriting the earth, anyway? We won't have to ask for it, will we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies are going to sell drugs to your babies on the playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hadn't been so hard you might have loved me in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I drank a lava lamp. It wasn't lava."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of kindness clutched tight inside my pocket; the last dream I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sister my dear,&lt;br /&gt;They said the only one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Was the electricity that made the spark&lt;br /&gt;That made the flame.&lt;br /&gt;With your babies in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You tried so hard to flee,&lt;br /&gt;Then the darkness filled you lungs&lt;br /&gt;And it put you all to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are under arrest by SWAT. You have the right to remain stupid. Anything you say can and will be ignored. If you attempt to escape I will kick you in the face three times. One for each chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not your fucking pageview count.&lt;br /&gt;You are not your forum posts, your shouts, your +favs or the sign by your username.&lt;br /&gt;You are not your avatar. You are not your fucking user statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do. - Anne Lamott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"started last summer. somebody said.&lt;br /&gt;don't let the future. go to your head.&lt;br /&gt;some say it's funny. some say it isn't fair.go tell somebody. who knows how to act like they care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frank settled down out in the valley and he hung his wild years on the nail that he drove through his wife's forehead." -- Tom Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth, like a blanket that leaves your feet cold. you push it, stretch it, but it'll never be enough... from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll only cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mind of the calibre of mine cannot derive its nutriment from cows...A man of my spiritual intensity does not eat corpses." ~George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an unemployed microsoft windows washer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of being a &lt;b&gt;sheep&lt;/b&gt; is boredom.&lt;br /&gt;The price of being a &lt;b&gt;wolf&lt;/b&gt; is loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Choose one or the other with great care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make your dreams come true, wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self - you dont know whether you are going to jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that idiot turned a room full of strangers into a room full of enemies with just one sentence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my future world, there are no people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'm no art critic, but I know what I hate, and I dont hate this. Your painting is bold, but beautiful. Incidentally, thanks for not making fun of my genetalia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surest way to corrupt a youth is to have him hold in high esteem those who think alike rather than those who think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never judge a person by their inhalers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord: is it too much to ask that we NOT burst into flames for no apparent reason? I mean, come on. Amen." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109695260573196177?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109695260573196177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109695260573196177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109695260573196177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109695260573196177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-is-very-unnerving-to-be-proven.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109679015354527350</id><published>2004-10-03T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:56:19.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought for the Month&lt;br /&gt;18 Brahe, 36 Tranquility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Robert Anton Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently noticed "as if for the first time" that when people pray they always look "upward" -- i.e. perpendicular to whatever place they're standing -- or kneeling or groveling. I deduce that they conceive of their "god" as topologically isomorphic to a huge donut, about a thousand miles wider than Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Of course, if people ever pray at the north or south poles, this would have to change; then "god" would become isomorphic to a hollow sphere.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I raised this issue in a blog recently, Paul Krasner asked "Does this mean that the pledge of allegiance should be changed to 'one nation inside god'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily. Although the Bible and Koran always speak of their god as "above," Christians, Jews and Moslems can either accept what their rituals imply -- a donut god -- or return to a flat Earth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giambatista Vico, "the father of sociology", suggested in The New Science that Thunder historically underlies the "god" idea; the Noisy Thing roaring in the sky , seemingly in rage, had to be appeased. Sometimes lightning came from that roaring monster, and sometimes lightning killed somebody. Hence Zeus bronnton [Zeus the thunderer], Jupiter, another thunder god; Thor, Donner, whose very name means thunder; etc.... and Yahweh..... and Allah...... Joyce uses this god=thunder equation repeatedly in Finnegans Wake [which drove me to read Vico...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also observed that thunder on the sound-track -- signalling oncoming tragedy or horror -- appears in films as diverse as those of Orson Welles, James Whale, Howard Hawks, Wes Craven, Monty Python etc etc.... Listen for it and note how bloody often it pops up...... especially in thrillers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monotheistic idea implies a cruel and grumpy old electric donut surrounding Earth and ever threatening it.&lt;br /&gt;I think this explains the "structural unconscious" or inarticulate neurosemantics of Bozo, Ariel Sharon and Osama bin Laden equally. They're all heaping up human sacrifices, as at Stonehenge, to Him Who Thunders From On High. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109679015354527350?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109679015354527350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109679015354527350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109679015354527350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109679015354527350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/10/thought-for-month-18-brahe-36.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109626255002503509</id><published>2004-09-27T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:56:06.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in 100 years we will be dead...&lt;br /&gt;in 1000 years we will be dirt...&lt;br /&gt;in 10000 years we will be extinct...&lt;br /&gt;put your shit in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your reality, sir, is lies and balderdash, and I'm DELIGHTED to hear that I've no grasp of it whatsoever!" - Baron von Munchausen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a watched pot never boils, then what happens if you watch a timer counting down to when a pot is going to boil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between a drunk person and a high person is the drunk person drives through a stop sign, and the high person waits for it to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear is never a reason for quitting... It is only an excuse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charging a man for murder in this place is like handing out speeding tickets at the Indy 500."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind this has already been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's not a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;life is a beautiful woman,&lt;br /&gt;you only call her a bitch cuz she wouldn't let you get that pussy,&lt;br /&gt;maybe she didnt feel ya'll shared any similar intrests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if it's an animation, it's a cartoon.. ..add a meaning, it's a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly on these secondhand wings&lt;br /&gt;Willing to find out what impossible means&lt;br /&gt;Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Miles above the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as though I need an excuse&lt;br /&gt;Control was never mine to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a cruel kid with a magnifying glass and I've got second degree burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only tourists use umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want to be an artist? act like one instead of a fucking fangirl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto "Che" Guevara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my blind belief, please go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It can't rain all the time"&lt;br /&gt;"Es lebe der Tod"&lt;br /&gt;"Das Leben stinkt...es stinkt gewaltig!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You took delight in taking down all my shielded pride, until exposed became my darker side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it gets dark, all the pale things under the earth will reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Lost in a world full of maps*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame, my defences have become my own limitations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought of my friends who had died of exposure...and i remembered other ones who died from the lack of it"&lt;br /&gt;--Nick Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liquid phantom is used to simulate biological fluidsin medical experiments and studies.&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if my entire head is full of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No interest can be stimulated by the simple reproduction of what you see" Istvan Sandorfi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absorb what is useful, discard what is not, add what is uniquely your own" Bruce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's magic here, in deepness, in places that your hands cannot reach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"since we can't compete with martyred saints,&lt;br /&gt;we'll douse ourselves in gasoline&lt;br /&gt;and hang our bodies from the lampposts&lt;br /&gt;so that our shadows turn into bright lights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific. -- Jane Wagner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there was no God, there would be a need to invent him." - Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: We rarely feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I would buy it, beg it, steal it,&lt;br /&gt;Pay in coins of dripping blood&lt;br /&gt;For this one transcendent good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child is grown the dream is gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109626255002503509?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109626255002503509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109626255002503509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109626255002503509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109626255002503509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-100-years-we-will-be-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109505517482005561</id><published>2004-09-13T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:55:52.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All I know is that my gut says &lt;b&gt;maybe..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a fools perogative to utter the truths that no one else will speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found a way to steal the sun from the sky... &lt;b&gt;Long live that day&lt;/b&gt; that I decided to fly from the inside..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith hated her husband,&lt;br /&gt;and he hated his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He never forgave her unholy alliance:&lt;br /&gt;a sexual encounter&lt;br /&gt;with a kitchen appliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; only have one arm. I lost it in a profile accident a little while back.Now I have to pose in photos with only my right side showing so no one will notice my one-armed freakitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get Chip's Ahoy. Chips Deluxe taste like them elves done shat all over them cookies." -My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning there were two people who took things over and made a complete mess of it all, until one day they were brought down by a handful of other people whose sense of morality was a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both going to hell just a little bit faster now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told me that he would cut off my head and eat it if I ever needed him too. That is &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, I am sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was young we didn't have MTV; we had to take drugs and go to concerts." -&lt;br /&gt;Steven Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor always said that when you suffer, God is testing you. I prayed for him to test me on Algebra instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has bothered me all my life that I do not paint like everybody else - Henri Matisse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This relationship business is one big waste of time. It is just Mother Nature urging you to breed, breed, breed. Learn from nature. Learn from our friend spider. Just mate once and then kill him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's alright, you two go off, and i'll masturbate in private like god intended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it when we talk to God we are praying, but when God talks to us we are put into the loony bin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only gracious way to accept an insult is to ignore it; if you can't ignore it, top it; if you can't top it, laugh at it; if you can't laugh at it, it's probably deserved." --Russell Lynes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I'd have taken out your two gray eyes and put in eyes of clay. And had I'd known but yesterday you'd no more be my own, I'd have taken out your heart of flesh and put in one of stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The show must go on, but sometimes the curtain will fall on its own..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Class, what did we learn today?&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Uh...English can be fun?&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: Fanboys are scary!&lt;br /&gt;Student 3: New &amp;amp; exciting things about our classmates?&lt;br /&gt;Student 4: That you're a raving lunatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are given this life so we might earn the next; the gift is a chance to grow in spirit, and knowledge is one of many nutrients that facilitate our growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, looking through your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a love like ours, my dear, is best measured with its downsAnd I never buy umbrellas, 'cause there's always one around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked like she imagined Lucifer himself would if God told him he was closing hell due to poor attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Casablanca for the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What waters? We're in the middle of the desert.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was misinformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm talking to you is because my therapist's on vacation. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in long-term relationships with hallucinations; I've been seeing my imaginary friend since the sixth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan, don't get thee behind me. Stay in front of me where I can see what the hell you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sun, don't feel down. the world really does revolve around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you take the time to wish on the stars, can you not also take the time to wish for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was his Lucifer. I lead him from the gates of Heaven to a Hell darker than I myself could have imagined; he had followed unknowingly,ready for the sport,ready to have his name gouged into the books of science and history not yet written. I was his mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding at your heart with the fist of god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109505517482005561?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109505517482005561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109505517482005561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109505517482005561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109505517482005561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-i-know-is-that-my-gut-says-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109385122062158742</id><published>2004-08-30T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:55:30.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Are there still borders? More than ever! Every street has its borderline. Between each plot, there's a strip of no-man's-land disguised as a hedge or a ditch. Whoever dares, will fall into booby traps or be hit by laser rays. The trout are really torpedoes. Every home owner, or even every tenant nails his name plate on the door, like a coat of arms and studies the morning paper as if he were a world leader." - From the 1987 film Wings of Desire, because this picture reminds me of Berlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your friends will know you better in the first minute they meet you than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years. - Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Come to the edge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"We can't. We're afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Come to the edge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"We can't. We will fall!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Come to the edge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And they came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And he pushed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And they flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109385122062158742?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109385122062158742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109385122062158742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109385122062158742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109385122062158742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/08/are-there-still-borders-more-than-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109238250587829375</id><published>2004-08-13T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:55:06.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We woke up today thinking of tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is called an opinion and it is the opinion that is mine. How can a painting of a tree be different from the tree when they're the exact same lines.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Day's dawning, skin's crawling... Pure morning, pure morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Illegitimi Non Corporundum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"the more i want to wake to reality, the more i drawn into madness... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Their Warlord is a pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are what you call others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What matters is how far we go?" his scaly friend replied."There is another shore, you know, upon the other side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If only it could be like this when things go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm against picketing and I don't know how to show it." Mitch Hedberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God's last name isn't Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He who throws mud loses ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"For the sake of the colony, we won't have any homicidal murderers straight away.""So we'll have them later?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An artist is one who knows when to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I don't do drugs. I am drugs."~Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're having creative differences. I'm creative and you're ... well ... different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts... and in much of your talking, thinking is half-murdered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Said six bolts of thunder and metal.Two for the bellows, two for the piercings, and two for the drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not here to be molded, I'm here to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord, today please give me the strength to change the things I can change, the ability to accept the things I can't change, and the sensibility and insight to hide the bodies of all the people I had to kill because they pissed me off. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I don't have good luck, I have a day off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Your either for me, or against me, referring to the daylight and, more generally, to the day. He stretched flat and made two fists. He was fully determined to lie right here until he was given something to work with, something noble, something fine. He saw no purpose in leaving his bed for a day that was against him for the get-go. He had tried it before - no good could come of it."- Zadie Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If looks could really kill, then my profession would staring. Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill. Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are many ways to make money, but very few ways to make art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Life is binary. There are only ones and nulls. Living or dead."- Abiose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Say nothing of the good dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I shall call him Revolution and he shall be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109238250587829375?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109238250587829375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109238250587829375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109238250587829375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109238250587829375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/08/we-woke-up-today-thinking-of-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-109216944520289560</id><published>2004-08-10T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:54:55.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man: a race of flawed and seperate individuals, vying and searching for a reason to be, and the more they look, the more they fall apart. broken and scattered on the floor, so sharp that they can't even embrace their neighbor lest they be accused of murder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dwell in possibility." ~Emily Dickenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no fixed points in space." ~Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It does not matter that we are descended from monkey's. The important thing is to avoid going back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh&lt;br /&gt;Totally motionless except for her heart&lt;br /&gt;Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;She totally confused all the passing piranhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, now my good man, this is no time for making enemies." - Voltaire on his deathbed in response to a priest asking that he renounce Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot sedate all the things you hate. we are meant to never sever--eternal and unstoppable. the great divide that should have never swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God gives ants wings so they can die faster- Spanish phrase&lt;br /&gt;Only in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said "Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me. I am a waste of breath, of space, of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let's face it: a muse that invokes such passion is rare. that's what it is, isn't it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat your vegetables, Johnny, or you will be aiding global terrorism!""And remember, it's not just a sin - it's a felony!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has anyone ever told you that you have a problem with authority?""Just my parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw rappers and their "bling". I don't call a colonoscopy accident a fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's whole lives do pass in front of their eyes before they die. The process is called, 'living'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're hot snot on a golden platter, but you're really cold boogers on a paper plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every time I go to the doctors I get a jacket, a straight one. It makes me feel special because I get to hug myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like an English boarding school. Without the sodomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I killed the spider to save the butterfly.Am I wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People aren't happy. Nobody is, okay! Happiness is a cigarette, a cookie, or a ten second orgasm. You cum, you eat the cookie, you smoke the butt, and you get back to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know a thing about it! You just think it's something with 'class', don't you!? That's why you can act so high and mighty!!" Kentaro Takekuma on art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because there's only one scratch on my body but there was blood under all my fingernails. I'm scared because my jaw aches. I'm scared that I couldn't eat any breakfast. I didn't feel hungry this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only weakness is ... well, never mind, never mindMy only weakness is a listed crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A stone in the hand is worth two in the kidneys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."- Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be accepting my apology&lt;br /&gt;For taking things too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m old enough to keep routines&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m child enough to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you pretend hard enough, they taste like pineapple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-109216944520289560?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/109216944520289560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=109216944520289560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109216944520289560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/109216944520289560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/08/man-race-of-flawed-and-seperate.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108900575128411677</id><published>2004-07-05T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:54:44.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Believe what you want. In situations like these the entire problem is that there was no truth in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My computer beat me at chess; I beat it a kickboxing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you ask me, hes just an eel that evolved to fast for his brain and spends his time with the lazy eye dude. Oh, excuse me, evil eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to give you summer, but I'm winter&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could make you spring, but I fall so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no such thing as a conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all." –Rebecca West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are what you eat... I could be you by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only believe what you read if it's the Obituaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning all the love had gone. your papa never told you about right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the word you first thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil."&lt;br /&gt;-Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And any time when innocence should be my right&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a battle between alcohol and my life&lt;br /&gt;And I still feel like you’re here with me&lt;br /&gt;And its magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bee is such a busy soul&lt;br /&gt;He has no time for birth control.&lt;br /&gt;And that is why at times like these&lt;br /&gt;We find so many sons of b's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have screamed until my veins collapsed, i've waited as my time's elapsed. Now all i do is live with so much fate. I've wished for this, i've bitched at that, i've left behind this little fact, You cannot kill what you did not create."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that anyone who can draw&lt;br /&gt;something so 'perfectly' to the whimsy of a&lt;br /&gt;song; then so horribly fail to replicate it in&lt;br /&gt;silence, is an artist worthy of their trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..(....\.........….../....)&lt;br /&gt;...\....\............ /..../&lt;br /&gt;....\....\........../..../&lt;br /&gt;......\.../´¯.l.¯`\../&lt;br /&gt;...../... l.....l.....(¯'....l......l....l......\........l......l´¯.l´¯.l .\........\......` ¯..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling the whole world is against me, but deep down I know that's not true. Some smaller countries are neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, there will be no fuss. She was nobody's nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like a penguin, I wanna have wings but not use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog with immortality, thats like a grapefruit that can fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it.&lt;br /&gt;- Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your life, good to the last drop. this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. you have to give up, you have to realize that one day you will die...without that, you are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what happens to you&lt;br /&gt;While you're busy making other plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever since I ate my first crayon, I knew I wanted to be an artist...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While capitalism stalks us as consumers at the same time as dumping us as workers, it has the audacity to squeal when we brick its windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those DeBeers diamond commercials? They've become more truthful in advertising. The old DeBeers slogan was, 'A diamond is forever,' then they changed it to this year 'Take her breath away,' the new slogan is, 'Diamonds: Render her speechless.'... Why don't they just come out and say it, 'Diamonds: That'll shut her up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is such a thing as fate, why get up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaining enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water... The whole moon and the whole sky reflected in one dew-drop on the grass." - Dogen Zenji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I drank to drown my pain, but the damned pain learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good behavior.' -Frida Kahlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108900575128411677?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108900575128411677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108900575128411677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108900575128411677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108900575128411677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/07/believe-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108867218036427757</id><published>2004-07-01T03:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:54:31.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't care if your world is ending today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Because I wasn't invited to it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; --I wandered by chance to a place where light is dark and dark is light, and you can follow either one, until you find the path to choose.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; --Well I suppose mental anguish can come from getting beaten up by a 62-year-old man.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "I'd rather DIE than help you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Oh don't be boring! Everyone who says that dies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; People who fly into a rage always make a bad landings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "If you can't reach out and love an accused child molestor, you can't reach out and love anyone. That's what I always say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As it turns out, the Hanging Gardens were essentially the world's first and largest Chia Pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "It's so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To understand mankind, we must first understand the definition of mankind. It is made up of two words, 'mank' and 'ind'. No-one knows what these words mean, and therefore mankind remains a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns. The love for life is all hatred in disguise, a carnival creation with masks undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I had a dollar for each friend I had, I would be in debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; myfutureseemslikeonebigpast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Your star burns!! ... it's not MY fault your planet orbits a thermonuclear ball of fire!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The darkest hour is just before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbour's milk, that's the time to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sometimes the very fabric of time seems to snag on the splinters and figments in my mind, wrenching and tugging until it pulls painfully free once more, leaving me crying but a wiser person for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Into the mists and deep unbound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I will lay intwine of the silent sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; For this is the end of all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If only I had not these broken wings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ~I kept asking "Why can't I?" untill someone asked me "What's stopping you?"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ~I wanna shave my head and get a tattoo on the back of my head that says, "Let go of my ears, I know what I'm doing"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All eyes turned up to the hero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Charismatic animal man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lyrical visionary caught in the spotlight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The more you make, the more you get it right, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108867218036427757?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108867218036427757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108867218036427757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108867218036427757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108867218036427757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-dont-care-if-your-world-is-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108866863241178812</id><published>2004-07-01T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:54:21.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go away from my window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leave at your own chosen speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not the one you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never weak but always strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To protect you and defend you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whether you are right or wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone to open each and every door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go lightly from the ledge, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go lightly on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will only let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who will promise never to part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone to close his eyes for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone to close his heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone who will die for you and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go melt back into the night, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything inside is made of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing in here moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And anyway I'm not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say you're looking for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who'll pick you up each time you fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To gather flowers constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to come each time you call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lover for your life and nothing more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it ain't me, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-[I have just tricked you into reading] a song by Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108866863241178812?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108866863241178812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108866863241178812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108866863241178812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108866863241178812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/07/go-away-from-my-window-leave-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108805474824073609</id><published>2004-06-24T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:54:12.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say that you can't cry, you can't be weak, you have to be strong even in the blackest night, I shall be the dark, and wait in silence to break you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let my own lack of a voice be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly there are holes that people just swoosh away in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Love is blind. As well as deaf, dumb, and even mindnumbingly stupid at times, but nevertheless operates with a certain well-designed logic. It's just the logic part that generally escapes us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Love is a merry little elf who dances a jig, then turns on you with a machine gun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"when captured birds grow wise, they try to open the cage with their beaks. They don't give up, because thet want to fly again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This isn't Burger King. You can't have it your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The reward of art is not fame- or success, but intoxication: That is why so many bad artists are unable to give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only dead fish go with the flow.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108805474824073609?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108805474824073609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108805474824073609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108805474824073609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108805474824073609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/06/they-say-that-you-cant-cry-you-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108805455025430802</id><published>2004-06-24T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:53:57.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;I was obviously born to draw better than most people, just as the widow Berman and Paul Slazinger were obviously born to tell stories better than most people can. Other people are obviously born to sing and dance or explain the stars in the sky or do magic tricks or be great leaders or athletes, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that could go back to the time when people had to live in small groups of relatives-maybe fifty or a hundred people at the most. And evolution or God or whatever arranged thing genetically, to keep the little families going, to cheer them up, so that they could all have somebody to tell stories around the campfire at night, and somebody else to paint pictures on the walls of the caves, and somebody else who wasn't afraid of anything and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think. And of course a scheme like that doesn't make sense anymore, because simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world's champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire planet can get along nicely now with maybe a dozen champion performers in each area of human giftedness. A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap dances of the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an "exhibitionist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, "Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!"&lt;br /&gt;-Kurt Vonnegut &lt;u&gt;Bluebeard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108805455025430802?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108805455025430802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108805455025430802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108805455025430802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108805455025430802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-was-obviously-born-to-draw-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108745754526598853</id><published>2004-06-17T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:53:41.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a curb side prophet with my hands in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am artist! I fuck you with my art and you cry out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You are disgusting. Consuming their conceit for your own selfish desires. Your fucking mind is gone. Now death seems more amenable to come each day, doesn't it? If only you could be saved, if only you were real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"to be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing it's best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-e.e. Cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In order to live, in order to justify living, we can't just fill the space of our lives with empty amusement, with pointless light and sound and words- we're going to have to try harder now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We Where right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo and someone was giving booze to these godammn animals, it won´t be long now till they tear us to shreds..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welding together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an image of the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one piece at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;::all i ever wanted was to pick apart the day and put the pieces back together my way::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a walk on your lover's chest, dragging nails across your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stick it in and forget the rest, ejaculating into an orgasm of lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I killed your baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Simply because our dreams are being delayed does not mean that they are being denied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We weren't entrusted with swords, Just to hear the sound they make when they clash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who can you protect with that kind of contradiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"College stopped being college when football scholarships became reality."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just remember when you think your free, the crack inside your fucking heart is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Awww... how can one act dark and foreboding around such a little fuzzy cutie. Sure, there was a time when I would've bled you dry, feeding off your precious life juice, leaving behind only your dried husk... but now, my fangs have turned to cotton and I want only to pet your little mousey head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Realistic Optimism: Preparing a name for the monkey that may one day fly out of your butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once upon a year gone by, she let herself give in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and every time she closes her eyes, she saw what could have been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no records were broken, no lives were saved, no mysteries of the universe were solved but for that one dance everything was perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"A wonderful discovery-psychoanalysis. Makes quite simple people feel they're complex"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I came to you in friendship. Well, all right, seething hatred, but I've got useful information, and I feel I'm being mistreated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris: "If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: Hello. Can't work today, still queer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel,a feast to those who fuck,and starvation to those who are insane. Look at me: I laugh,I cry,I jerk off, I'm hungry..."-Charlee Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Billy doesn't care about anything. He's a Nihilist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That must be exhausting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108745754526598853?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108745754526598853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108745754526598853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108745754526598853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108745754526598853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-curb-side-prophet-with-my-hands-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108682434130076375</id><published>2004-06-09T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:53:28.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"there should be a dialog. but the people don't like a dialog, the people also don't like a monologue... they like a catalog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We came into the world defenseless, so God gave us baseball bats... well, he gave us trees, but we knew what he meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blood may be thicker than water but it's also much more difficult to get off the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Don't argue with an idiot publicly, people won't be able to tell who's who."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Only the mediocre are always at their best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; for a might-have-been has never been, but a has was once an are. -Milton Berle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I am the wisest man in Athens because I know I don't know. I am only singularly ignorant. The rest of the citizens are twice ignorant. They think they know, but they still don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They say the pen is mightier than the sword, so here's a pen, i'm willing to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only the deranged make history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tell me I won’t be like this when I’m older. Watching the air catch on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With great power comes great opportunity to abuse that power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just cut our wrist like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Upset? Is that the word? I used to get upset when I had a flat tire. I used to get upset when a plane was delayed. I used to get upset when the Yankees won the series. So if that's what upset means- then how do I feel now? If you know the word, tell me, 'cause I don't know the word for what I really feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;look at the stars tonight and ask to yourself: did the sheep eat the flower or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108682434130076375?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108682434130076375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108682434130076375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108682434130076375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108682434130076375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/06/there-should-be-dialog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108421286683463058</id><published>2004-05-10T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:52:59.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Old skin wrinkeled with days of pain and plain labour, her hands have almost begun to look like cooking gloves and her face has crackled away with the heat of ironing boards and greasy ovens, her back is as crooked as a question mark which sits ontop of her head every day , day by day, its obsession leads her to not even think about letting it sit ontop of the tip of her tongue, her kitchen knife and eyes don’t even look at eachother anymore while in use. Her whole purpose is to make her loved ones lives a small speck better, with clean clothes, tidy rooms, warm dinners. Perfect family life, everything is automatic, even the emotion, theyre kisses are like garbage bins you haveto empty out for the purpose of them being full. Theyre hugs are like putting a coat on before you go outside because its raining. Her needs don’t exist, her cries don’t have purpose, her dinner plate is the odd one out of the rest, her clock doesn’t ring in the morning, she never comes home frustrated to talk about people she hates, her closet has fancy clothes she never wears, her coffe cup is held the most, her seat around the fireplace has a dent in it, her shoes are 10 years old and look new, no everything is a ok, nothing wrong , she having a perfect happy life, well every rose dies out at some point, which is why her vase fell and shattered into a million pieces, each one representing a time she has released salt water from her pearls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she grabs her apren and tares it up into another million pieces, she brakes every piece of cutlery in her sight, she goes and wrips her prettiest dresses up, she goes and burns her face off with the iron, her hands bleeding from frustration now, she takes steps towards mother nature and begins to not think about life, bare footed on the grass, walking on splitters next to the river which she used to watch flow by when she was a child, no worried clockwork, happy with her life, she wants to feel how it must have been that river to be watched deadly flow by, so she lets go of everything and step by step lets the water lead herself into the stream, so her veins become tributaries and her eyes become water dropplettes, sick of her rerunning life, she lies within the river to let the water guide her, which goes always forward and never back, she is now a leaf held on the delicate skin of the water and her hair is seaweed in the liquid wind, she now holds a neverending smile going down that stream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-A song by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/slittonguemusic.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slit Tongue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108421286683463058?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108421286683463058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108421286683463058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108421286683463058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108421286683463058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/05/old-skin-wrinkeled-with-days-of-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108421275997765083</id><published>2004-05-10T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:52:48.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so goth I don't use fabric softener, because I like the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help it. I was born a miscarriage. I had so many insults I died. I was born dead. I can't help it. I'm tired. I'm give out trying. You got chances. I had so many insults I was born dead. You got it easy. I was born dead an' life was hard. I'm tired. I'm tired out talking and standing up. I been dead fifty-five &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Pete, &lt;u&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108421275997765083?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/feeds/108421275997765083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143241&amp;postID=108421275997765083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108421275997765083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108421275997765083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-nothing-ever-changed-thered-be-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108387344073663122</id><published>2004-05-06T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:52:08.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;War does not determine who is right, war determines who is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh the mounted animal nature trail, it's great for mom and dad. Where else can grandma and the kids see the silence of the lambs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got angels sweating like little hellions, working their halos to the bone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"started last summer. somebody said.&lt;br /&gt;don't let the future. go to your head.&lt;br /&gt;some say it's funny. some say it isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;go tell somebody. who knows how to act like they care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take me by control like they do in the movies."&lt;br /&gt;Saying these words feels naughty, dangerous, too direct, too specific, wrong, intense, in charge, alive.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on," I say, "Come in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 3 things I could love about you: What you have in your brain, what you have in your heart and what you have between your legs." Lucy Phermann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108387344073663122?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108387344073663122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108387344073663122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/05/war-does-not-determine-who-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108362483160795221</id><published>2004-05-03T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:51:37.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a brother to dragons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and a companion to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;owls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My skin is black upon me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and my bones are burned with heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--JOB chapter 30, verses 29-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We live in a junk culture. It's junk food, junk music, and junk clothing - it's all about the surface. None of it works. It looks great on the TV when it's marketed but when you get it home, it breaks within two days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-- Fran Healy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beyond good and evil is a small place where the guardian of light and shadow lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Anything can be used as a weapon. Just bash it over anyone's head and rest assured, a fight will break out in less than 50 seconds. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May the road rise to meet you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May the wind be always at your back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rains fall soft upon your fields and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until we meet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May God hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly there are holes that people just swoosh away in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How do we find a little piece of heaven in our time before we find acceptance? And no-one understands at this point that a handful of redemptions all we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Live by the sword, die of old age : This is the the 21th century &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I stand very still, they will think I am cow-parsley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gullible head untouched by their animosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am unwanted... An outlaw to everyone. I may have my crew, I may have everything I want! But I am still unloved. Which is why I am to finish what is undone by my beloved trainer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am, Take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's easier to Give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some people mistake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They only hear what they wanna hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I once led a squad of U.S. tanks through a mine field in world war 2 and that's how I got my Iron cross..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Any man can make an art, out of anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like food, if he does it really well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this man's art... Is death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And he's about to paint his masterpeice..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weatherwax: Shame about your little book of holy words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oats: The worthwhile words don't burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time is an abstract concept created by carbon-based lifeforms to monitor their own decay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have come here from all over the world because society has no further use for you. This place will now be your holding tank until your death. If you break any of my rules, you will find there is life after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do not fear an army of lions, if they are led by a lamb. I do fear an army of sheep, if they are led by a lion. ~ Alexander the Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I the star beneath the stairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I the ghost upon the stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I your anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"...and i will swear vengeance upon you, for she IS vengeance; and thus, having taken vengeance unto thyself, i shall slay thee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We'll fill the seas with gasoline and shoot the sun right out the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The spark of our imagination will keep all hope from running dry "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The drones can fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even worker bees can leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Queen is their slave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm the kind of person my mother always told me to stay away from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If atheism is a religion, then health is a disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A crowd surrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A bunch of plastic horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Becomes a bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A plastic horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If you really want to hurt your parents and you don't have nerve enough to be homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108362483160795221?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108362483160795221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108362483160795221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-brother-to-dragons-and-companion.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108357313562516152</id><published>2004-05-03T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:51:23.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Relationships are a bitch, You know, Relationships are like thoughs little packets of condiments that you get at fast food restaurants. They are these's little magical things that can last forever on a shelf but onces you open them up they go bad really fast........ I just dont understand condiments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The art of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur, l'essentiel c'est invisible pour les yeux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Words of enchantment only come in times of despair-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"He who keeps company with the wolves learns how to howl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Marble roads are a poor man's golden grounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of what you get taught is lies. It has to be. Sometimes if you get the truth all at once, you can't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...lick your lips when it rains and tongue the sky when its dark and i will show you how to tread cloud and bob for angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;connections made, we shuffle on, enriched and thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we fight and love another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;connections tried, we look blank, tired and lost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we fight and love another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end." - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.....who desires to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a dead beacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in my blood sailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to the very end of madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Adonis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Some cause happiness wherever they go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;others, whenever they go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108357313562516152?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108357313562516152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108357313562516152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/05/relationships-are-bitch-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108236481830183281</id><published>2004-04-19T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:50:53.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..Be a world child, form a circle..Before we all go under..And fade out again and fade out again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My rabbit ate your wholesome family values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Zampanò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too long have i sat alone in the dark void... i'm callin' the phone book and puttin out a roommate wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I like my arms!! Thats where my hands Live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only true love I ever knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was behind those downcast eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only comfort I ever felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was during those long hours of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when I felt for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do believe Only Innocence can save the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I was once a witty individual. Then I was enveloped by bitterness and am now a mere smartass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;+I don't dream since I quit sleeping and I haven't slept since I met you+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...wasting wishes on copper and stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels like an old boot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-familar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though this time my boots are steal capped and my kicks are going to leave marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrust lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the mixed concoction that tells you what you want to be, and silently requests you to speak with the soundless inner convictions of what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes i wish i was a tragic youth. they get all the cool clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll have nothing to lose except your life- and you got that for free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Never reveal what you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That the whole thing is just for show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cardboard world with painted skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because we all must agree to believe in the lies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-quasi "the golden egg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108236481830183281?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108236481830183281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108236481830183281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108208569716294075</id><published>2004-04-15T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:49:36.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Besides, cleverness is never as entertaining as blatant stupidity, failure and public humiliation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I wish I were as successful at being a straight guy as Amy is at being a gay girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My wife is a sex object. Evertime I ask for sex, she objects."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occassion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I must warn you, you call me Lady, you have no idea how wrong you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ilfed Sikofit was found beaten, hacked and left indifferent next to a possum who, while initially playing dead, was obviously struck by a vehicle of great power."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~OhGr (a window into my demented mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finding one's fate is like taking a bath;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It can be warm and soothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But there can be something evil lurking in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All you can do is scream and cling to your rubber ducky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who ever said life had to make sense was lying. Show me one thing that makes sense in this world and I will show you a million reasons not to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm a cross between John Gotti and Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look between pimp and square, you probably find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There, in vain I solemnly swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a Guardian Angel with gang signs in the air"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108208569716294075?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108208569716294075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108208569716294075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/besides-cleverness-is-never-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108192294117071462</id><published>2004-04-14T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:49:22.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the city has a sister and the night time has a lover&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what an indie kid would describe as existentialism&lt;br /&gt;In reality, their only knowledge of the subject is their&lt;br /&gt;shelf waster, "Nietzsche for Beginners"&lt;br /&gt;which is really like those lame "the&lt;br /&gt;essential" 2-disc CD compilations,&lt;br /&gt;or that garage-sale video copy of that Jean-Luc&lt;br /&gt;Godard film.. which one was it?&lt;br /&gt;Assuming they read it was widely&lt;br /&gt;considered as a hipster classic, it&lt;br /&gt;was required viewing.. THAT and&lt;br /&gt;it was about existential longing&lt;br /&gt;and betrayal. Existentialism is&lt;br /&gt;so deck, man.&lt;br /&gt;somebody shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;I am refusing to use my&lt;br /&gt;talents to come up&lt;br /&gt;with something that is&lt;br /&gt;visually appealing PLUS&lt;br /&gt;there is a picture of me&lt;br /&gt;that leads one to believe&lt;br /&gt;that which is not what is true.&lt;br /&gt;The stars, the x's, the dark&lt;br /&gt;livejournal backrounds&lt;br /&gt;with the brightly lit&lt;br /&gt;pictures of a city, or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a carnival. SO emo.&lt;br /&gt;but ALAS! I am not emo!&lt;br /&gt;I am providing you with a farce, a spoof!&lt;br /&gt;so what would you call that? out of character?&lt;br /&gt;the stars give it away. the red represents anger. the argyle&lt;br /&gt;sweater just SCREAMES Weezer! and those glasses? OH!&lt;br /&gt;Cat eyes? On a MALE? it's like he is freeing his long repressed&lt;br /&gt;masculinity and letting it all out in one long Conor Oberstian scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's whats on the inside that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-circa the deviantART account &lt;a href="http://mister-e.deviantart.com/"&gt;mister-e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108192294117071462?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108192294117071462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108192294117071462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/city-has-sister-and-night-time-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108192275237642185</id><published>2004-04-14T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:45:06.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i hate leaving comments, because every time i have to click a button that says "submit" and i hate to submit to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why I'm sitting here with you. Because you remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips. Everything about you reminds me of you...except you. How do you account for that?"&lt;br /&gt;-- Groucho Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says I'm paranoid? Why do they want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a party and i am a school night&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lookin' for my door key&lt;br /&gt;but you are my porch light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radicalism, n. The conservatism of &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; injected into the affairs of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Life is the art of drawing without an eraser:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look not to these temples and priests for truth, they are a figment of this man-made plague we call 'religion'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, it's another speed bump that turned into a wall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108192275237642185?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108192275237642185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108192275237642185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-hate-leaving-comments-because-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108167814987360624</id><published>2004-04-11T04:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:44:56.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sympathy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never before in my whole life have I met anyone with as many problems and bad luck as you have.&lt;br /&gt;Your story has touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now piss off and stop bothering me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to right the world and live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and the wrists. And love till it hurts maybe, but goddamn girl. Live.&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra Cisneros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a culture where art is not only a dirty word, it's a fucking crime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please write back soon and let me know if you want to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;PS. I am very handsome and live in a mansion with a pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no idea. But I have an umbrella....I have no friends. But I have cigarrettes." -john w. vochatzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time is no time. Now it's no fun anymore. I miss the old days. Now I have nothing left to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to have spoken and I said just about&lt;br /&gt;All of the things you shouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you loved me but now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you dont and maybe you'll call me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya can't beat em, join em; if ya can't join em, fuck em; if ya can't fuck em, at least give em a hand job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking that maybe we could revolt and have some kind of different theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words live. Words breath. They don't fit on one line all of a sudden or you don't do it the right way. Let them live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one in a million, so there's five more just in New South Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it. Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108167814987360624?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108167814987360624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108167814987360624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/sympathy-never-before-in-my-whole-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-10810602248490364</id><published>2004-04-04T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:14:11.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's hard to keep your chin up when there’s a midget hanging on your necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough." ~Bede Jarrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's your job to stop on them and hide them in the dark until they age into something you want to have dinner with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion; you must set yourself on fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Art is the queen of sciences, communicating knowledge to all the generations of the world." - Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My love is much like a coin. It goes through MANY meanless exchanges"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a truthfreak with a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are all forever fans. Subcultures spilled over and over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'They say those that are too in touch with themselves are left wallowing in the depths of hell'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I gave you pretty enough words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;could you paint a picture of us that works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an emphasis on function rather than design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after them as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Aww!" What did they call such people in Goethe's Germany?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-10810602248490364?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/10810602248490364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/10810602248490364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-hard-to-keep-your-chin-up-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143241.post-108103201342584214</id><published>2004-04-03T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:44:33.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOOTNOTE TO HOWL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!&lt;br /&gt;The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!&lt;br /&gt;The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy!&lt;br /&gt;The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!&lt;br /&gt;Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Kerouac holy Juncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels!&lt;br /&gt;Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas!&lt;br /&gt;Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters peace peyote pipes &amp;amp; drums!&lt;br /&gt;Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy the cafeterias filed with the millions! Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!&lt;br /&gt;Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middleclass! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!&lt;br /&gt;Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &amp;amp; Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow Holy Istanbul!&lt;br /&gt;Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!&lt;br /&gt;Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!&lt;br /&gt;Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!&lt;br /&gt;Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Allen Ginsberg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143241-108103201342584214?l=quotelikewonder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108103201342584214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143241/posts/default/108103201342584214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotelikewonder.blogspot.com/2004/04/footnote-to-howl-holy-holy-holy-holy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653847618766365441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
