#gh

Suicide. It's something I've been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That's the note. Word for word. And I know it's word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I'd write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away. But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn't been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I'd push it away. But I pushed it away a lot. ↗

— Jay Asher

#suicide #new-thought

The trouble with most forms of transport, he thought, is basically one of them not being worth all the bother. On Earth — when there had been an Earth, before it was demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass — the problem had been with cars. The disadvantages involved in pulling lots of black sticky slime from out of the ground where it had been safely hidden out of harm's way, turning it into tar to cover the land with, smoke to fill the air with and pouring the rest into the sea, all seemed to outweigh the advantages of being able to get more quickly from one place to another — particularly when the place you arrived at had probably become, as a result of this, very similar to the place you had left, i.e. covered with tar, full of smoke and short of fish. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#trouble #new-thought

I recognized it instantly. It was a made-up story, a fantasy, the tale of four kids who went through a magic wardrobe and found themselves in a strange new world. I'd read it more times than I could remember, and although I sneered at the thought of a magical land with friendly, talking animals, there were times when I wished, in my most secret moments, that I could find a hidden door that would take us allout of this place. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#classics #reading #new-thought

Nothing is part of everything. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#everything #literature #literature-quotes #nothing #part

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#knowledge #languages #literature #literature-quotes #memory

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#day #dejan-stojanovic #disappear #disappearance #literature

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers. ↗