Just as a slow series of clicks when speeded up will lose the definition of each individual click and gradually take on the quality of a sustained and rising tone, so a series of individual impressions here took on the quality of a sustained emotion - and yet not an emotion. If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.
And just as a rising tone will change in character and take on harmonics as it rises, so again, this emotionless emotion seemed to rise to an unbearable if unheard scream and suddenly seemed to be a scream of guilt and failure.
And suddenly it stopped.
They were left standing on a quiet hilltop on a tranquil evening.
Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything (via litreferential)
And just as a rising tone will change in character and take on harmonics as it rises, so again, this emotionless emotion seemed to rise to an unbearable if unheard scream and suddenly seemed to be a scream of guilt and failure.
And suddenly it stopped.
They were left standing on a quiet hilltop on a tranquil evening.
Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything (via litreferential)
via litreferential
What difference does it make after all?—anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.
Jack Kerouac - On The Road (via wordstodieby)
Jack Kerouac - On The Road (via wordstodieby)
via wordstodieby
‘If anybody has discovered what life is all about,’ Father might say, ‘it is too late. I am no longer interested.’
Kurt Vonnegut - Bluebeard (via mentaldysentery)
Kurt Vonnegut - Bluebeard (via mentaldysentery)
via mentaldysentery
Oh, hell - prophecy’s a thankless business, and history has a way of showing us what, in retrospect, are very logical solutions to awful messes.
Kurt Vonnegut - Player PIano (via mentaldysentery)
Kurt Vonnegut - Player PIano (via mentaldysentery)
via mentaldysentery
The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question ‘How can we eat?’ the second by the question ‘Why do we eat?’ and the third by the question ‘Where shall we have lunch?’.
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
via adequote
Each of us has heaven and hell in him.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via movieonyoureyelids)
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via movieonyoureyelids)
via movieonyoureyelids
He was witless enough, too, to imagine that Trout’s books were very dirty books, since they were sold for such high prices to such queer people in such a place. He didn’t understand that what Trout had in common with pornography wasn’t sex but fantasies of an impossibly inhospitable world.
Kurt Vonnegut; God Bless You Mr. Rosewater (via mentaldysentery)
Kurt Vonnegut; God Bless You Mr. Rosewater (via mentaldysentery)
via mentaldysentery
He was witless enough, too, to imagine that Trout’s books were very dirty books, since they were sold for such high prices to such queer people in such a place. He didn’t understand that what Trout had in common with pornography wasn’t sex but fantasies of an impossibly inhospitable world.
Kurt Vonnegut; God Bless You Mr. Rosewater (via mentaldysentery)
Kurt Vonnegut; God Bless You Mr. Rosewater (via mentaldysentery)
via mentaldysentery
In literature we require distinction, charm, beauty and imaginative power.
Oscar Wilde (via bangkokforbeginners)
Oscar Wilde (via bangkokforbeginners)
via bangkokforbeginners
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
Oscar Wilde (via fetishofsilence)
Oscar Wilde (via fetishofsilence)
via fetishofsilence
Hey—guess what: You’re the only creature with free will. How does that make you feel?
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
(via larsss)
via larsss
You don’t die enough to cry.
Jack Kerouac - On The Road (via liverbird3)
Jack Kerouac - On The Road (via liverbird3)
via liverbird3
How is it possible to hold such anger against something you don’t believe in?
Francine Rivers (via fracturado)
Francine Rivers (via fracturado)
via 8398401
Sometimes I think that’s the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via w0ndrl4nd)
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via w0ndrl4nd)
via anthophilousalice
Your ego-personality is a pile of shit
Raised high by your conception of it
Personal attainment is the working-out of
this consequence of ego-birth, this fantasy,
into the all-fantastic social world
Everybody rushing around selling their pile of shit
What difference is there between shit and gold?
Shit on gold—-shit is gold—-goldshit—-shit.
A car has no shit when it loses its compression,
It is just a pile of shit
Shit on shit
And honor Mind.
Jack Kerouac (via eehlite)
via eehlite
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