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I remembered, and my heart leaped with a kind of Proustian joy while Time tolled about me like a bell...
We all know that no one understands anything that isn't funny.
Oh, come on; you're a machine too. We're both systems, we're both matter with sentience. What makes you think we have more choice than you in the way we think? Or that you have so little? We're all programmed. We all have our inheritance. You have rather more than us, and it's more chaotic, that's all.
We were no longer "good society".
Jesus built my hotrod, but Cthulhu built my Buell.
Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably Priced Love, And A Hard-Boiled Egg
An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.
The civil war will continue after this.
Dig till you find the root of your problem. Then you know what to ignore.
The USA is so enormous, and so numerous are its schools, colleges, and religious seminaries, many devoted to special religious beliefs ranging from the unorthodox to the dotty, that we can hardly wonder at its yielding a more bounteous harvest of gobbledigook than the rest of the world put together.
Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. Tu es responsable de ta rose...
Power without abuse loses its charm.
The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
Arguing on the internet is like running in the Special Olympics. You may win, but you're still retarded.
This sense of the importance of the lightest act, of the value of every moment, has been a tragically intense factor in my life. I have always grudged the time necessary for eating, sleeping and dressing.
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