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There is no time, there is only eternity and the implacable reality that even life could be ephemeral and nothing more than a season, another summer grown cold. And with the sunlight gone, night is here.

—F. Sionil Jose, The Pretenders

So what do I want out of life? I want to be justified. Whatever I do, in my heart, I want it to be right. I want to say I did it because it had to be done. I may be proved wrong but it does not matter; at least, to my own self, I must be true.

—F. Sionil Jose, The Pretenders

Freelancing in Somalia during their civil war and in Kuwait right after the first Bush War, I had some rather intense experiences that made life in the U.S. seem rather shallow and superfluous. Sitting in my office early one morning, listening to NPR, which is the way I like to start every day, I heard an amazing piece on the marketing of Madonna’s autobiographic book called SEX. The book was a sensation in the U.S. The radio report ended with Madonna singing, ‘I am living in a material world and I am just a material girl,’ or something close. I thought it was spot on. We live in an idiotic capitalist self-indulgent society where the sex life of a pop star is more important than impending starvation, land mines and child soldiers in Africa, or more interesting than the world’s biggest man-made natural disaster in oil fields of the Middle East.

—Peter Menzel

Here is a list of fearful things:
The jaws of sharks, a vulture’s wings,
The rabid bite of the dog’s of war,
The voice of one who went before.
But most of all the mirror’s gaze,
which counts us out our numbered days.

—Clive Barker

I too want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

—Sylvia Plath

Live your life so well that death will tremble to take you.

—Charles Bukowski (via wilwheaton)

Imagine yourself a caterpillar.
There’s an awful shrug and, suddenly,
You’re beautiful for as long as you live.

—Poem for People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry, Stephen Dunn

We’re all like eggs — fragile and full of possibilities. But unless we come out of our shells, we just stay eggs.

—Jim Lewis