playlists based on some of my favorite quotes
âThereâs something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. Itâs glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and itâs dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just canât reach. Then, youâre in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just canât get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think youâll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and every- thing seems as exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance.â â Stephen Chbosky, Perks of Being a Wallflower
âThe soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.â â Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
âHumans are meant to work and sweat to earn a living. Those that try to get rich quick or live at the expense of others, all get divine retributions somewhere along the line. Thatâs the lesson. Unfortunately we quickly forget the lessons we learned. And then we have to learn them all over again.â â Jet Black, Cowboy Bebop
âThere was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once youâd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?â â Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
âCyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts⊠A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, recedingâŠâ â William Gibson, Neuromancer
âClosed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.â â Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality
âMale fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, itâs all a male fantasy: that youâre strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you arenât catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending youâre unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.â â Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
âIs marijuana addictive? Yes, in the sense that most of the really pleasant things in life are worth endlessly repeating.â â Richard Neville
âI wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.â â Leo Tolstoy
âIt is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.â â W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage
