“And then...and then I felt truly old for the first time—old in the sense that I was beyond the point of ever doing something radical or bold to change the course of my life...I was sick of wanting money. I was sick of being without a goal.”

Hey Nostradamus!, Douglas Coupland

“For what it's worth, I think God is how you deal with everything that's out of your own control. It's as good a definition as any.”

Hey Nostradamus!, Douglas Coupland

“.. how often is it we are rescued by a stranger, if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness - so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach these points?”

Life After God, Douglas Coupland

“I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older, as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.”

Life After God, Douglas Coupland

“I cry because the future has once again found its sparkle and has grown a million times larger. And I cry because I am ashamed of how badly I have treated the people I love—of how badly I behaved during my own personal Dark Ages—back before I had a future and someone who cared for me from above. It is like today the sky opened up and only now am I allowed to enter.”

Shampoo Planet, Douglas Coupland

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

Brought Thee Orchids, Cradle of Filth

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

Death Magick for Adepts, Cradle of Filth

“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

“Hell came right along with God, hand in hand. The stink of sulfur swirled in the air of the church, fire burned in the aisles, and brimstone rained out of the rafters. From the evangelist's oven mouth spewed images of a place with pitchforks, and devils, and lakes of fire that burned forever. God had fixed a place like that because he loved us so much.”

A Childhood: The Biography of A Place, Harry Crews

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

The Crow [movie]

“It can't rain all the time.”

The Crow [movie]

“Victims - aren't we all?”

The Crow [movie]

“Suicide should not be taken as an indication of failure (in such a case) but of the (proper) determination to be done with a worn-out tool, or to make way for new ones, or (perhaps) to get a new one oneself.”

Aleister Crowley

“Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”

ee cummings Recommended by khrystian.

“to be nobody - but - myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting”

A Poet's Advice, ee cummings

“ ,five
ideas can swallow a man;three words im
-prison a woman for all her now:but we've
such freedom such intense digestion so
much greenness only dying makes us grow”

am was, ee cummings

“ Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death”

Buffalo Bill's, ee cummings

“in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self

'somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be real'
(so he smiles
smiling)'but I will not

everywhere be real to
you in a moment'
The is blond
with small hands

'& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing'

(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)”

in the middle of a room, ee cummings

“my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.”

my mind is..., ee cummings

“...then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis.”

since feeling is first, ee cummings

“i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond, ee cummings

“nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.”

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond, ee cummings

“When I was younger all my lovers had been clenched, possessive people. My husband Denny had danced six hours a day, and still despised himself for dilettantism. My lover Helene had had screaming opinions on every subject from women's rights to washing spinach. I myself had had trouble deciding whether or not to wear a hat. In my twenties I'd suspected that if you peeled away my looks and habits and half-dozen strong ideas you'd have found an empty spot where the self ought to be. It had seemed like my worst secret.”

A Home at the End of the World, Michael Cunningham

“Sally gets out of the store as quickly as she can, marches toward the subway at Sixty-eighth. She'd like to come home with a gift for Clarissa, but can't imagine what. She'd like to tell Clarissa something, something important, but can't get it phrased. 'I love you' is easy enough. 'I love you' has become almost ordinary, being said not only on anniversaries and birthdays but spontaneously, in bed or at the kitchen sink or even in cabs... Sally and Clarissa are not stingy with their affections, and that of course is good, but now Sally finds that she wants to go home and say something more, something that extends not only beyond the sweet and the comforting but beyond passion itself... If anything happens to Clarissa she, Sally, will go on living but she will not, exactly, survive. She will not be all right. What she wants to say has not only to do with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half. She can bear the thought of her own death but cannot bear the thought of Clarissa's.”

The Hours, Michael Cunningham

“She always surprises you this way, by knowing more than you think she does. Louis wonders if they're calculated, these little demonstrations of self-knowledge that pepper Clarissa's wise, hostessy performance. She seems, at times, to have read your thoughts. She disarms you by saying, essentially, I know what you're thinking and I agree, I'm ridiculous. I'm far less than I could have been and I'd like it to be otherwise but I can't seem to help myself. You find that you move, almost against your will, from being irritated with her to consoling her, helping her back into her performance so that she can be comfortable again and you can resume feeling irritated.”

The Hours, Michael Cunningham