Music

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“In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never where. I don’t know what I am.”

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"I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth"

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Stretched out on the grass a boy and a girl. Savoring their oranges, giving their kisses like waves exchanging foam. Stretched out on the beach, a boy and a girl. Savoring their limes, giving their kisses like clouds exchanging foam. Stretched out underground, a boy and a girl. Saying nothing, never kissing, giving silence for silence.

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"A small amount of order has come out of disorder, and no mind planned it."

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A man cannot believe by will, but only by conviction. A man  cannot be forced to believe. You may threaten him, wound him, beat him, burn him; and he may be frightened, or angered, or pained; but he cannot believe,  nor can he be made to believe. Until he is convinced.

Robert Blatchford

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Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

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Excerpt from Cat's Cradle

"'But the drama demanded that the pirate half of Bokonon and the angel half of McCabe wither away. And McCabe and Bokonon paid a terrible price in agony for the happiness of the people--McCabe knowing the agony of the tyrant and Bokonon knowing the agony of the saint. They both became, for all practical purposes, insane.'"

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O were my love yon Lilac fair

O, were my love yon lilac fair Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing, How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild and Winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. Robert Burns

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"The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place." -Sartre

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Today, I played with my friends. Today was a good day.

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My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our Woodland kin.

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I'm sorry that I didn't want your free hug and prayer but I'm not religious and you're gross.

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Morning shots keep the hangover away. #alcoholicsummer #thiscumulativehangovermightkillme #sorryliver #America

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Léon Herschtritt

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"O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about          you! You have not known what you are—you have          slumbered upon yourself all your life, Your eye-lids have been as much as closed most          of the time, What you have done returns already in mock-          eries, Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not          return in mockeries, what is their return?"

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Emma Watson for Elle Belgium (Jan, 2013)