All men needed to hear their stories told. He was a man, but if he died without telling the story he would be something less than that, an albino cockroach, a louse. The dungeon did not udnerstand the idea of as tory. The dungeon was static, eternal, black and a story needed motion adn tiem and light. He felt his story slipping away from him, beocming inconsequential, ceasing to be. He has no story. There was no story. He was not a man. There was no man here. There was only the dungeon, and the slithering dark. . Salman Rushdie
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
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Jess C. Scott
We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.
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Karl Lagerfeld
The more fucked up you are, the more I like you. As long as you've managed to hold onto your identity through all the shit, then it won't matter how twisted you are. I will love you more for it.
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Ashly Lorenzana
But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and...
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Oscar Wilde
How do I know you'll keep your word?" asked Coraline."I swear it, " said the other mother. "I swear it on my own mother's grave."" Does she have a grave?" asked Coraline."Oh yes, " said the other mother. "I put her in there myself. And...
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Neil Gaiman
More Quotes By Salman Rushdie
For a long while I have believed — this is perhaps my version of Sir Darius Xerxes Cama’s belief in a fourth function of outsideness — that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not...
‎No people whose word for 'yesterday' is the same as their word for 'tomorrow' can be said to have a firm grip on the time.
He did not wish to be divine. If there had never been a God, the emperor thought, it might have been easier to work out what goodness was. This business of worship, of the abnegation of self in the face of the Almighty, was a...
Fury...sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal....drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths
From the beginning men used God to justify the unjustifiable.
