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You are old and grey,” she teased. “And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,” he shot back...


Dianna Hardy


#humor #humour #immortal #mary-and-gwain #sexy

Immortality like this is about as useful as sunscreen on a submarine.


Elizabeth Marx


#humor #immortality #reincarnation #death

If you were to destroy the belief in immortality in mankind, not only love but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up at once.


Fyodor Dostoevsky


#continuation #depended #destroy #dry #every

My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.


Jorge Luis Borges


#difficult #essentially #i #immortal #only

The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.


Jorge Luis Borges


#deep #deep down #down #immortal #know

To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.


Giorgio de Chirico


#barriers #become #broken #childhood #common

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.


James Joyce


#busy #centuries #enigmas #i #immortality

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.


James Thurber


#any #beliefs #certain #dogs #few

Probably I chose immortality because mortality is a universal human obsession.


Joan D. Vinge


#chose #human #i #immortality #mortality

Been thinking of my grandfather, whose wayward brilliance skipped my father’s generation. Once, he showed me an aquatint of a certain Siamese temple. Don’t recall its name, but ever since a disciple of the Buddha preached on the spot centuries ago, every bandit king, tyrant, and monarch of that kingdom has enhanced it with marble towers, scented arboretums, gold-leafed domes, lavished murals on its vaulted ceilings, set emeralds into the eyes of its statuettes. When the temple finally equals its counterpart in the Pure Land, so the story goes, that day humanity shall have fulfilled its purpose, and Time itself shall come to an end. To men like Ayrs, it occurs to me, this temple is civilization. The masses, slaves, peasants, and foot soldiers exist in the cracks of its flagstones, ignorant even of their ignorance. Not so the great statesmen, scientists, artists, and most of all, the composers of the age, any age, who are civilization’s architects, masons, and priests. Ayrs sees our role is to make civilization ever more resplendent. My employer’s profoundest, or only, wish is to create a minaret that inheritors of Progress a thousand years from now will point to and say, “Look, there is Vyvyan Ayrs!” How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn’t, the wolves and blizzards would be at one’s throat all the sooner.


David Mitchell


#composer #immortality #music #age






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