"What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden. And all his molecules were broken down into other molecules and they went into the earth and were eaten by worms and went into the plants and if we go and dig in the same place in 10 years there will be nothing except his skeleton left. And in 1,000 years even his skeleton will be gone. But that is all right because he is a part of the flowers and the apple tree and the hawthorn bush now."
“I want my name to mean me.”
“I do not like strangers because I do not like people I have never met before. They are hard to understand.”
“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
“People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”
“We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.”
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
“I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?”
“I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.”
“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.”
“I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?”
“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”
“I think all of us feel empty most of the time and we merely pretend to fill the vacuum with laughter, crying, apologies - anything to make us feel human.”
“I guess that’s what makes people do horrible things – they think whatever they’re doing isn’t nearly as bad as what somebody else will do”
“HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”
“Surrounded by madness, surrounded by hunger, surrounded by everything but death, I knew death was our only way out.”
“We won’t ruin Mars,” said the captain. “It’s too big and too good.” “You think not? We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn’t set up hot-dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.”
“Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?”
rose believes in the restorative properties of the ocean
in the importance of sharing meals
and never drinking coffee on the go
she believes in the standard model of love
in which the two lovers are bonded
into something greater than themselves
she believes in the oversoul
that all living things in the universe
are part of a single consciousness
she believes in freshly washed linens
and flowers on the table
and buying used books full of marginalia
she believes in soul
and then when you finally get one of these coveted pieces of tail that've been built up as the grand trophy in your nothing life
you try desperately to keep it.
not to protect it, but to hoard it.
to keep it away from the other wolves and jackals circling your territory.
and you realize all too soon
that you're not good enough!
that maybe there was a jerkoff called darwin after all.
and that you never acknowledged his existence because you knew deep inside that you were really what you feared you were
weak, and passive, and ultimately broken by the ones who were made the fittest.
and then through your weaknesses you built up a poison
that poisoned others around you...
that you love...
and the only true justice, was to let those dominant jackals feed on you, survive off you.
'numb', some call it.
now, me and jesus, we like to feel the pain.
working like i'm supposed to be busy
laughing although he's not really funny, is he?
honey dripping everywhere
how quickly maggots turn into flies
standing in the mirror, thought beretta would be tough...
no one really loves me
i say that like there is something to love about me.
that's the irony!
but if there was something to know about me
i'd want you to be the first to see
whip me, slap me, punk funk
new york clubbers, bump drunk
bud lite, liquors, bar slam
move it, this is your jam
wash the night with st. jame-son
like a baptism
heavy metal lovers play
baby we were born this way
through the glory of life
i will scatter on the floor
disappointed and sore
and in my thoughts i have bled
for the riddles i've been fed
another lie moves over
wild, white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness i feel
will send the dark underneath
will i follow?