Quotes By Letter: M

“There's something cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
'You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away'.”

-Coma White, Marilyn Manson

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“Prick your finger it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things.”

-Cryptorchild, Marilyn Manson

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“Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads, my love
We write our song in space like we are already dead and gone.”

-Disassociative, Marilyn Manson

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“I throw a little fit, I slit my teenage wrists
The most I can learn is in records that you burn.”

-Get Your Gun, Marilyn Manson

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“Theres not much left to love
Too tired today to hate
I feel the empty
I feel the minute of decay.”

-Minute of Decay, Marilyn Manson

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“They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today.”

-The Fight Song, Marilyn Manson

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“Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt.”

-The Nobodies, Marilyn Manson

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“I only live to dream. I only dream to sleep. I only sleep to wake. I only wake to die.”

-Mark

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“'Cause every day we pay the price
with our living sacrifice.”

-Jammin', Bob Marley

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“This man... this man is mad. There has been for a long time no doubt of it, and it is most regrettable that in our circle the profession of alienist is not represented.”

-Dr. Faustus, Christopher Marlowe

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“Does it kill?
Does it burn?
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control?”

-Harder to Breathe, Maroon 5

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“I always thought that dead people should have hats on. Now I can see that they shouldn't. I can see that they have a head like wax and a handkerchief tied around their jawbone. I can see that they have their mouth open a little and that behind the purple lips you can see the stained and irregular teeth. I can see that they keep their tongue bitten over to one side, thick and sticky, a little darker than the colour of their face, which is like the colour of fingers clutching a stick. I can see that they have their eyes open much wider than a man's, anxious and wild, and that their skin seems to be made of tight damp earth. I thought that a dead man would look like somebody quiet and asleep and now I can see that it's just the opposite. I can see that he looks like someone awake and in a rage after a fight.”

-Leaf Storm, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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“On Sunday night I tried on the wedding dress in my step-mother's bedroom. I looked pale and clean in the mirror, wrapped in that cloud of powdery froth that reminded me of my mother's ghost. I said to myself in front of the mirror: 'That's me. Isabel. I'm dressed as a bride who's going to be married tomorrow morning.' And I didn't recognise myself; I felt weighted down with the memory of my dead mother. Meme had spoken to me about her on this same corner a few days before. she told me that after I was born my mother was dressed in her bridal clothes and placed in a coffin. And now, looking at myself in the mirror, I saw my mother's bones covered by the mold of the tomb in a pile of crumpled gauze and compact yellow dust. I was outside the mirror. Inside was my mother, alive again, looking at me, stretching her arms out from her frozen space, trying to touch the death that was held together by the first pins of my bridal veil. And in back, in the center of the bedroom, my father, perplexed: "She looks just like her now in that dress."

That night I received my first, last, and only love letter.”

-Leaf Storm, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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“She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst, and only then did she discover how much she missed the whiff of oregano on the porch and the smell of the roses at dusk. Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”

-One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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“I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always... So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.”

-Life of Pi, Yann Martel

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“Although he does not know it, Ray Porter fucks Mirabelle so he can be close to someone. He finds it difficult to hold her hand; he cannot stop in the street and spontaneously hug her, but his intercourse with her puts him in proximity to her. It presses his flesh against hers and his body mistakes her flesh for mind. Mirabelle, on the other hand, is laying down her life for him. Every time she jack-knifes her legs open, every time she rolls on her side and pulls her knees up so he can enter her, she sacrifices a bit of herself, she gives him a little more of her that he cannot return. Ray, not understanding that what he is taking from her is torn from her, believes that the arrangement is fair. He treats her beautifully. He has begun to buy her small gifts. He is always thoughtful toward her, and never presses her if she isn't in the mood. He mistakes his actions for kindness. Mirabelle is not sophisticated enough to understand what is happening to her, and Ray Porter is not sophisticated enough to know what he is doing to her. She is falling in love, and she fully expects her love to be returned once Mr. Porter comes to his senses. But right now, he is using the hours with her as a portal to his own need for propinquity.”

-Shop Girl, Steve Martin

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“However, what she speaks about on the phone is in fact quite gentle. She is concerned about someone who is ill, which makes Mirabelle squirm a little over her lie to Mr. Agasa. The woman speaks, stops, and then after what must have been a long speech by the person on the other end of the line, says,
'...just remember, darling, it is pain that changes our lives.'
Mirabelle cannot fathom the meaning of this sentence, as she has been in pain her whole life, and yet it remains unchanged.”

-Shop Girl, Steve Martin

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“Mirabelle informs Ray that though she is cautious, perhaps she has met somebody. 'I tell him about my medication and he doesn't care,' she says. This is the moment Ray has always known is coming, when she succumbs to the unrestricted, unbounded, and free-flowing passion of someone who is her peer. In spite of its predictability, he still feels this moment as a loss, and a curious one: how is it possible to miss a woman whom you kept at a distance, so that when she was gone you would not miss her?
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-Shop Girl, Steve Martin

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“She looks up at him and asks him a horrible question. 'So are you just biding your time with me?'
The answer is awful, and Ray doesn't say it. He doesn't say anything at all, just sits next to her. Mirabelle's mind blackens. The blackness is not a thought, but if it could be pressed into a thought, if a chemical from a dropper could be dripped onto it causing its color and essence to become visible, it would take the shape of this sentence: Why does no one want me?”

-Shop Girl, Steve Martin

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“Then the worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turns to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
but none, I think, do there embrace.”

-To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell

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“The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.”

-Karl Marx

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“The road to hell was paved with good intentions.”

-Karl Marx

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“Her ghost meets me when I open the book from home. It is her copy of Death in Venice, the one she read in high school, in the years before I knew her. It is stained with suntan oil. She must have read it on a beach somewhere and imagined that water city.

I leaf through it. She writes 'important' in the margin next to Aschenbach's musings on the artist. 'Who shall unriddle the puzzle of the artist's nature? Who understands that mingling of discipline and license in it is so deeply rooted?'

She scrawls 'important' again on page twelve. She puts a question mark next to the word puerile, which she has circled. It is coupled with sensuality, underlined.

Puerile means childishly silly, Lola. It means juvenile.

Also there's a question mark next to 'very much he feared being ridiculous.' For what to this teenager could seem ridiculous in Aschenbach's delirious quest for beauty in a dying city?

'Solitude gives birth to the original in us,' I read, 'to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.'

I am toute seule. And I am afraid.

'The trip will be short and he wished it might last forever.'

I picture her as a girl on a beach reading Death in Venice and taking notes, underlining, making comments in the margin. And one day I will love her.”

-The American Woman in the Chinese Hat, Carole Maso

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“I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin.”

-Bent, Matchbox 20

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“Fall on real life
is anybody left there sane?”

-Black & White People, Matchbox 20

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