Everything, indeed, in a work of art should be unedited,–and even the words, by the manner of grouping them, of shaping them to new meanings,–and one often regrets having an alphabet familiar to too many half-lettered persons (Rémy de Gourmont, The Book of Masks)
Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood (Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance)
And now I’m right back where I started. Sober and miserable (Alyson Noel, Evermore)
If enough people repeat the stories for long enough, Jason will become something that cannot die, but he also will have been erased, because the actions are too large and impersonal. The stories will reveal nothing about the real man who lived (David Vann, Bright Air Black)
I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you. I want to walk with you and, yes, I want you in my bed. That’s what I want today. That’s what I’ll want in a hundred years. If you promise to be my wife forever, I will pledge myself to your happiness (Christina Dodd, Rules of Attraction)
I’m Chinese-American, of course, and so it’s very interesting to see China actually launch their own astronauts, becoming the third nation, following the United States and Russia, to do so. (Leroy Chiao)
Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase (Craig D. Lounsbrough)
Just as there is an archetype of woman as the object of man’s eternal love, so there must be an archetype of her as the object of his eternal fear, representing, perhaps, the shadow of his own evil actions (Fumiko Enchi, Masks)
Silence is the unbearable repartee (G. K. Chesterton)
Time and space are finite in extent, but they don’t have any boundary or edge. They would be like the surface of the earth, but with two more dimensions (Stephen Hawking, Black Holes and Baby Universes)