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“What's clarity like? Try to remember that funny feeling inside your head when you had math problems too difficult to solve: the faint buzzing noise in your ears, a heaviness on both sides of your skull, and the sensation that your brain is twitching inside your cranium like a fish on the beach. This is the opposite sensation of clarity. Yet for many people of my era, as they aged, this sensation became the dominant sensation of their lives. It was as though day-to-day twentieth century living had become an unsolvable algebraic equation.”

-Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland

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“All crimes should be treasured
If they bring thee pleasure somehow.”

-Brought Thee Orchids, Cradle of Filth

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“Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning
Even if they're madness to behold.”

-Death Magick for Adepts, Cradle of Filth

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“I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
To learn from the dark and the voices between.”

-The Forest Whispers My Name, Cradle of Filth

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“Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, Chaos, Anarchy... Now that's fun!”

-The Crow [movie]

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“Victims - aren't we all?”

-The Crow [movie]

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“Every decision you make is a mistake.”

-Edward Dahlberg

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“Anger or hatred is like a fisherman's hook. It is very important for us to ensure that we are not caught by it.”

-Dalai Lama

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“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”

-House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski

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“Dreams aren't perfect. They come true, not free.”

-Dawson's Creek [television show]

Recommended by Becky.

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“No more cells, no more bars, no more life in a cage!”

-Dead Man Walking [movie]

Recommended by Suggested by Lizzie.

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“We don't read and write poetry because its cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is full of passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits necessary to sustain life, but poetry, beauty, romance, love. These are what we stay alive for.”

-The Dead Poet's Society [movie]

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“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.”

-Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick

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“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.”

-A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens

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“and I'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said.”

-32 Flavors, Ani DiFranco

Recommended by Jaine.

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“They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get back out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper.”

-A Northern Light, Jennifer Donnelly

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“The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof
(This is the end of every song man sings!)
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain,
Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain;
And health and hope have gone the way of love
Into the drear oblivion of lost things.
Ghosts go along with us until the end;
This was a mistress, this, perhaps, a friend.
With pale, indifferent eyes, we sit and wait
For the dropt curtain and the closing gate:
This is the end of all the songs man sings.”

-Dregs, Ernest Dowson

Recommended by Blaed.

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“Please excuse her for the day, it's just the way the medication makes her...”

-Girl Anachronism, The Dresden Dolls

Recommended by Alyx.

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“its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story thats been told a million times before.”

-Glass Slipper, The Dresden Dolls

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“In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.”

-Love Minus Zero/No Limit, Bob Dylan

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“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.”

-Albert Einstein

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“To see with one's own eyes, to feel and judge without succumbing to the suggestive power of the fashion of the day, to be able to express what one has seen and felt in a snappy sentence or even in a cunningly wrought word - is that not glorious? Is it not a proper subject for congregation?”

-Albert Einstein

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“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”

-What I Believe, Albert Einstein

Recommended by kimmysue.

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“Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious
of nothing-
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without
love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the
waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the
dancing.”

-East Coker, T.S. Eliot

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“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”

-Little Gidding V, Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot

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