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"All the good people of this world are already dead."
You know, sometimes it just feels like I'm wading through a giant sea of shit.
For nothing but a drop of water... A child's life is taken! What horrible times!
Rock, if you think about it, other than this, what do we really value in life? God? Love? Don't make me laugh. When I was a brat, crawling around in that shithole city, it seemed God and Love were always sold out when I went looking. Before I knew better, I clung to God and prayed to Him every single night ó yeah, I believed in God right up until that night the cops beat the hell out of me for no reason at all. All they saw when they looked at me was another little ghetto rat. With no power and no God, what's left for a poor little Chinese bitch to rely on? It's money, of course, and guns. Fuckin' A. With these two things, the world's a great placeComics
"Later I find myself sobbing, choking, retching into the lavatory bowl. Is this what it all comes down to—all our dreams and hopes and aspirations? Nothing but vomit?"
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... ...and I'll look down, and whisper "No."
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it,
And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit,
And it goes by the name of London!
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo,
Turning beauty into filth and greed. I too
Have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru
But there's no place like London!
"The Earth is evil. We don't need to grieve for her."
What? Youíre not gonna read that shit on my time. I can tell you all about the Lord of the Flies.
Itís a bunch of boys on an island and they have a conch — they have a shell — and whoever has the conch has the power and they can talk, and if you donít have the conch, then you donít have the power, and then thereís a little chubby boy, and they call him Piggy and theyíre really mean, and then thereís a murder. I mean, humanity is just nasty and thereís no silver lining. Pat
: Wow. That was a great synopsis. I still need to read it, though.
"If there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet it's furthest from."
The massacre played out exactly how Vittali predicted, but then a half-dozen other massacres happened in Sierra Leone that week. You can't stop them all. In my experience you can't stop any of them. They say "evil prevails when good men fail to act", what they ought to say is "evil prevails".
I was like you once, a long time ago. You're all... brand new and perfect, no mistakes, no regrets. People look at you and think of how wonderful your future will be. They want you to be something special, like a doctor or a lawyer. Hate to tell you this, but if you grow up here, you're more likely to wind up selling your bodies on the streets, or shooting dope from dirty needles in a bus stop... And if you're successful, you'll make money selling junk to crackheads. They won't think twice about killing someone's wife, because you won't even know what's wrong in the first place. Maybe you'll end up like me... a hobo with a shotgun.
"Oppression lays down blood-lust. It lays it down like a wine.Ē
—Martin Amis, House of Meetings
"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good, and the very gentle, and the very brave, impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry."
"History...is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind."
— Edward Gibbon, The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever."
"Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in... this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged..."
"One day I was a young boy...when I saw a mother otter with her cubs. Even as I watched, the mother otter dived into the water and came up with a plump salmon, which she subdued... As she ate it, while of course it was still alive, the body split and the pink roes spilled out much to the delight of the baby otters. Mother and children dining upon mother and children. And that is when I first learned about evil. It is built into the very nature of the universe. Every world spins in pain. If there is any kind of supreme being, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior."
There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can't protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don't ever believe any different. Sansa Stark:
You're awful. Sandor Clegane:
I'm honest. It's the world that's awful. Now fly away, little bird, I'm sick of you peeping at me.
What would happen to us if we could truly sympathize with others, feel with them, suffer for them? The fact that human anguish, fear, and suffering melt away with the death of the individual, that nothing remains of the ascents, the declines, the orgasms, and the agonies, is a praiseworthy gift of evolution, which made us like the animals. If from every unfortunate, from every victim, there remained even a single atom of his feelings, if thus grew the inheritance of the generations, if even a spark could pass from man to man, the world would be full of raw, bowel-torn howling.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
"Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse."
"Maybe this world is another planet's hell?"
ďHuman history is not the battle of good struggling to overcome evil. It is a battle fought by a great evil struggling to crush a small kernel of human kindness.Ē
"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves."
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
Much of the world today is governed by Caesars. Men are more and more treated as things. Torture is ubiquitous. And, as Sarte wrote in his preface to Henri Alleg's chilling book about Algeria, "Anybody, at any time, may equally find himself victim or executioner."
"Could not all life be an illusion? Indeed, are there not certain sects of holy men in the East who are convinced that nothing exists outside their minds except for the Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station? Could it not be simply that we are alone and aimless, doomed to wander in an indifferent universe, with no hope of salvation, nor any prospect except misery, death, and the empty reality of eternal nothing?"
"All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me."
Children weep and widows wail,
Our education systems fail,
To hide our guilt we build more jails,
and we shall build still more
The car's on fire,
And there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're all on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death.
There's a place so dark you can't see the end Television
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it's dark again
... Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
"We cling to what is lost. Is there anything in this world but grief?"
"Why is everybody we know depressing?"
: Horrible... Nightmare visions! Ms. Bitters
: It's called life
, Dib. Now, sit down.
"If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention."
"If you're looking for justice, you've come to the wrong place."
Det. Rustin Cohle
: People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon. Det. Martin Hart
: There's all kinds of ghettos in the world. Cohle
: It's all one ghetto man, giant gutter in outer space.
"...Frontios is not merely eccentric because of its interior geometries but because of its position as the absolute edge of where the TARDIS can travel. Notably, Frontios is not set at the end of the universe. There is no sense of looming heat death or the destruction of all things... What has to be stressed isnít that the authoritarians are unusually well-entrenched here, itís that their entrenchment is tacitly positioned as the natural order of the universe — the inevitable end. This is a society where the barbarians arenít just at the gate, the people inside the gate are giving up and joining the barbarians. This is the endpoint of humanity — what the whole of human history is leading inexorably towards."
"Blow your candles out — for nowadays the world is lit by lightning!"
"Once upon a time there was a poor child who had no father and no mother, everything was dead and no one was left in the world. Everything dead, and the child went out and cried day and night. And since no one was left on earth, it tried to go up to heaven and the moon was giving it such a friendly look, and when it finally got to the moon, the moon was a piece of rotten wood and so it went to the sun and when it got there, the sun was a wilted sunflower and when it got to the stars they were little golden gnats, stuck there like the shrike sticks them on the blackthorn, and when it tried to go back down to earth, the earth was a knocked-over pot and it was all alone and it sat down and cried and it's sitting there still and it's all alone."
— Grandmother, Woyzeck
"It matters not who lives and dies... blood is shed as it has always been... there... is nothing else... in this... forsaken.. existence..."