Request for favorite quotes!
Hey everyone,
We're doing some late Summer renovations at The Cult and one of the sections we would like to improve upon is our Book sections. We never had a great Quotes addition to each book section. Rather, I had to do outside links to other fan pages that had compiled their list of quotes. But many of these fan sites are no long gone, rendering the link defunct on our end.
So we need you to help us out! Everyone post their favorite DIARY quotes in this thread as replies. After a week or so, we'll take all the quotes and compile them a new quotes sub-section for the respective master section.
Thanks!
Wanna have the pants scared off you in 90 seconds?
Watch 'Laundry Day', my new horror short:
"If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention." This made me laugh out loud when I read that part.
"All you need to understand is you turned out to be one sorry sack of shit."
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"if you're not drunk or naked, you're not paying attention"
debacle is a verb
Bermuda Triangulated.
"...I have danced with your toothbrush stuck up my dirty asshole..."
"Everyones in their own personal coma."
"Just for the record, waking up on drugs with your pubic hair shaved and something plastic stuck in your vagina doesnt necessarily make you a real artist."
I'd like you to tell me that you are a false prophet and that God is a superstition.
The first weather report just blew me away, I loved it.
"Today's weather is an increasing trend towards denial."
i agree with "what you don't understand you can make mean anything."
It's from page 111 and it goes...
'Anytime some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink. That's the Misty Wilmot drinking game.'
Please add that to the quotes page, I love it! It's my favourite quote from a book ever.
athenia...best...avatar...*DROOLS*
[SIZE=1][QUOTE=ehquestionmark]Wow. This little thread got CRAZY. People telling me to abuse my girlfriend, people showing an alarming lack of respect for women as a whole, people questioning my masculinity in some kind of bizarre machoistic pissing-contest. Hell, I even got called stuffy. [/QUOTE]
[URL=http://confessionalpoe.blogspot.com]Grand Mental Station[/URL]
[URL=http://www.chuckpalahniuk.net/community/showthread.php?t=15714&highlight=interview+insomnomaniac]Insomnomaniac: the found interview[/URL][/SIZE]
"You writing, you walking down the street...your whole life shows in every physical action. How you hold your shoulders...What you do with you're hands, you're always blabbing your life story."
That's a scary thought considering masturbation.
"The more you know about art, the more it sounds like witchcraft." pg 195.
"Maybe people have to suffer before they can risk doing what they love." pg. 44
"You can repeat the same miracles over and over again as long as no one remembers the last time." pg. 186
There's also one in there about:
This is as smart as you're ever going to get.
Anyone know what page we're on, here?
Castigo
[color=crimson][I][b]vom Feuer das den Geist verbrennt[/b][/I][/color]
He smiled Peter’s same half smile, the look of someone laughing over the fact that he had cancer. The look of someone facing a firing squad of clowns with real guns
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Reeko [/i]
[B]I'll second:
"what you dont understand you can make mean anything."
great line. [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah I'll third or fourth or whatever that. It's a quote to live by.
"Leonardo's Mona Lisa is just a thousand thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo's David is just a million hits with hammer. We're all of us a million bits put together the right way."
"the visionary must live apart from the normal world, and reject comfort and conformity in order to connect with the divine."
"Because everything is important. Every detail. We just don't know it yet."
"Everything you do is a self-portrait. It might look like 'Saint George and the Dragon' of 'The Rape of the Sabine Women', but the angle you use, the lighting, the composition, the technique, they're all you. Even the reason why you chose the scene, it's you. You are every color and brushstroke."
"Before we go any further, you might want to put on some extra clothes. You might want to stock up on some extra B vitamins. Maybe some extra brain cells. If you're reading this in public, stop until you're wearing your best good underwear."
Meh.
everything you do is a self portrait
what you don't understand you can make mean anything
anything from the beginning of the book until the end (right before the letter) (the letter isn't good)
so here i go...
i'm haLf the way to home...
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"what you dont understand you can make mean anything."
"Bermuda triangulated."
"just for the record the weather is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit"
"By the time you read this, you will be older than you remember."
I'm not writing this for you, anymore.
[COLOR=YellowGreen][FONT=Arial]Facts are simple and facts are straight. Facts are lazy and facts are late. Facts all come with points of view, facts don't do what I want them to. Facts just twist the truth around. Facts are living turned inside out. Facts are getting the best of them. Facts are nothing on the face of things. Facts don't stain the furniture, facts go out and slam the door. Facts are written all over your face. Facts continue to change their shape.[/COLOR][/FONT]
[COLOR=Black]Fuck yes.
I will have to agree. [/COLOR]
"Cna you feel this?"
[QUOTE=CactusBoehm;125835]He smiled Peter’s same half smile, the look of someone laughing over the fact that he had cancer. The look of someone facing a firing squad of clowns with real guns[/QUOTE]
I don't know why but that stood out for me too.
what is the quote that goes "it takes 7 days..and something degree of heat to completely burn a human body"?
I tried looking for it everywhere
Rich People don’t like to tolerate much. Money gives you the permission to just walk away from everything that isn’t just pretty and perfect. You can’t put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping. That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliché.
These useless details are only useless until you connect them all together.
Everything is nothing by itself.
An artists job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.
No detail is anything by itself.
Everything is a self portrait.
Everything is a diary.
You can’t buy inspiration. You can’t reason your way to an epiphany. Develop a formula. A road map to enlightenment.
While the inspiration comes, you keep going.
A flash of inspiration. A moment of insight.
Our misery. This suppression of our rational mind is the source of inspiration. The muse. Our guardian angel. Suffering takes us out of our rational self control and lets the divine channel through us.
There is nothing special in the world. Nothing Magic. Just physics.
People who look for supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive me nuts.
Art, inspiration, love, they’re all so easy to dissect. To explain away.
We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Its so hard to hard to forget pain, but its even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
I can see that my life isn’t an end. It’s a mean to the future.
Just for the record, the weather today is slightly maudlin.
Your whole life is about discovering who you already were.
Doomed to fame. Cursed with talent. Life after Life.
Art school doesn’t teach you how to escape your soul being recycled.
Period revival.
Our own homemade immortality.
How you live inside your head and you only see what you want.
How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.
We already know everything. We just need to remember it.
A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.
Somebody’s homemade immortality.
Their lasting effect.
Their Life after Death.
Human kind cannot bear too much reality...
You are the music while the music lasts- T.S Elliot