[The Void Which Binds] actual but unaccessible presence in our universe is one of the prime causes for our species elaborating myth and religion, for our stubborn, blind belief in extrasensory powers, in telepathy and precognition, in demons and demigods and resurrection and reincarnation and ghosts and messiahs and so many other categories of almost-but-not-quite satisfying bullshit. Dan Simmons
The best things in life make you sweaty.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
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Christopher Brennan
One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people.
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Isobelle Carmody
What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....
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Stephen King
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In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.
