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So you want to be a writer? If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

Nobody can save you but yourself, and you're worth saving. It's a war not easily won, but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

people read themselves into books, altering what they need and discarding what they don’t.

Some lose all mind and become soul: insane. Some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual. Some lose both and become: accepted.

true revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

I had to keep acting deaf if I wanted to hear at all. I lay in bed the night before the fishing trip and thought it over, about my being deaf, about the years of not letting on I heard what was said, and I wondered if I could ever act any other way again. But I remembered one thing: it wasn't me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.

Hell of a life. Damed if you do and damned if you don't. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I'd say.

He said he even wished everybody in the world looked exactly alike. He said you'd keep thinking everybody you met was your wife or your mother or father, and people would always be throwing their arms around each other wherever they went, and it would look "very nice".

The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth.

Merriage partners are to serve each other. Elevate, help, teach, strengthen each other, but above all, serve. Raise their children honorably, lovingly, and with detachment. A child is a guest in the house, to be loved and respected - never possessed.

I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

Vi skal øve på fallteknikk. Dere må falle på en måte som reduserer skader, og raskt kommer på beina igjen. Den som blir redd og stivner, kan skade seg i fallet.

Folk har sine egne grunner til å dø. Det kan se enkelt ut, men er det aldri. Det er akkurat som en rot. Det som syns over bakken, er bare en liten del av den. Men hvis du begynner å trekke, kommer det opp mer og mer. Menneskesinnet har tilhold dypt i mørket. Bare vedkommende selv vet den egentlige grunnen, og kanskje ikke det engang.

Det er først når man gir opp at det virkelig tar slutt

Utmattelse skjeler ikke til alder eller skjønnhet. I så måte er den lik regn og jordskjelv og hagl og oversvømmelser.

Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it’d lose even its imperfection.

they haven’t come for me yet with their badges and their rules and their numb ears. oh, them and their caprice! like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

"Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream." Nicholson nodded. "What's the point exactly?" "The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't wake up till he died himself."