“The human mind is capable of being excited without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this, and who does not further know, that one being is elevated above another, in proportion as he possesses this capability. It has therefore appeared to me, that to endeavour to produce or enlarge this capability is one of the best services in which, at any period, a Writer can be engaged; but this service, excellent at all times, is especially so at the present day. For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence hourly gratifies. To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves.”
“words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit”
— Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
“We all have our personal demons, and I think much of what we put on our faces is either to escape them or to deny them power. For if any of mine were to escape from my mind, and even reach my face, it would be disaster indeed.”
“I think the act of naming something implies, very simply, that you’re not alone. We give names to things so we can talk about them. Once there’s a word for an experience, it feels contained somehow—and the container has a handle, which makes it much easier to pick up and pass around. Kinda comforting.”
“Parents, don’t try to teach your kids right from wrong. Rather show them how to detect bullshit and recognise beauty – i.e., show them what is real; oh, and bums – how funny they are, especially the squishy ones.”
“How beautiful it was that day,” he would remember. “How happy I was….” And then he felt an ache in his testicles. That’s how death comes. A pang in the crotch when a man’s standing in the sun gazing across the green hills and the bluest goddam sea in the world, deciding between a three-wood and an iron.”
“Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made nothing entirely straight can be built.”
“For marriage to “presume consent,” you must assume that a woman gives up all rights to her body, to her very self, once she goes through the ceremony of marriage. You must also assume that a man is granted the automatic, legally sanctified right to access over his wife’s body, regardless of whether she finds sex unwelcome, frightening, painful or violent or simply doesn’t feel like it that particular night.
This diminishes both genders, with its assumption that men are little more than lustful beasts, unable to restrain their libido, and the parallel assumption that women are passive receptacles without desires of their own, forced to submit to demands for sex regardless of what they want.”