#pig

We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#paradox #truth #wisdom #age

If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'" Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed? ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#anger #humor #insult #pigs #anger

It is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. Perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. It is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, "No, I will not be erased, I will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#art

The great periods of our life occur when we gain the courage to rechristen what is bad about us as what is best. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#courage

It’s a dove, an attractive girl, a winning card in poker, take your pick. You’re my Pigeon. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#attractive #dove #pigeon #poker #travis-maddox

I realize that a writer's business is setting fire to Piggy Sneed-and trying to save him-again and again; forever. ↗

— John Irving

#failing #failure #piggy-sneed #save #saving

But if you tell folks you're a college student, folks are so impressed. You can be a student in anything and not have to know anything. Just say toxicology or marine biokinesis, and the person you're talking to will change the subject to himself. If this doesn't work, mention the neural synapses of embryonic pigeons. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#impressed #pigeons #self-absorption #student #synapses

Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dursley #hagrid #harry-potter #humor #pig

The sun is high and I’m surrounded by sand. For as far as my eyes can see I’m strapped into a rocking chair With a blanket over my knees I am a stranger to myself And nobody knows I’m here When I looked into my face It wasn’t myself I’d seen But who I’ve tried to be. I’m thinking of things I’d hoped to forget. I’m choking to death in a sun that never sets. I clugged up my mind with perpetual grief And turned all my friends into enemies And now that past has returned to haunt me. I’M SCARED OF GOD AND SCARED OF HELL AND I’M CAVING IN UPON MYSELF HOW CAN ANYONE KNOW ME WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF ↗

— José Ángel Mañas

#death

The power-hungry wanter their followers to believe that heaven was a place to which some people - and only people - went after death, a place that could be reached by those who had the approval of their organizations. So not even the perfected spirits were able to restore the wholeness of truth, because of interference by the human ego. ↗

— Benjamin Hoff

#taoism #the-te-of-piglet #death