#christo

I [Christopher Hitchens] moved into Mart's sock—where you lived was your 'sock.' Your rug was your 'hair.' Your knee was still your knee: we couldn't think of another word for it. We called our penises our 'willie winkies' and our shared lavatory 'the bog.' There were a lot of brilliantly inventive word games of that kind. What if you changed 'heart' to 'dick' in any well-known song or phrase? Bury my dick at Wounded Knee. Dick-break Hotel. Don't go breaking my dick ... They may, in retrospect, seem infantile, but they built intellectual muscle and taught us all we knew about philosophy, psychology, and other -ologies too numerous (and humorous!) to mention. It was at the time of the wholly reprehensible bombing of Cambodia. These dazzling jests were part of the reason why, when Mart and I got together, nobody felt able to leave the room, or sock-toe. A glimpse, if you will, of another era, a time when Mr. Wilde had sparred so felicitously with Mr. Whistler across their effortlessly groaning table at the imperious Cafe Royal. ↗

— Craig Brown

#martin-amis #change

If your life is Christ, then your death will be only more of Christ, forever. If your life is only Christlessness, then your death will be only more Christlessness, forever. That's not fundamentalism, that's the law of non-contradiction. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#christ #christianity #christlessness #christology #fundamentalism

Ecstasy and bliss must come from within. ↗

— Christopher Dines

#christopher-dines-quotes #la-petite-fleur-publishing #manifest-your-bliss #dreams

(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#faust #faust-legend #faustian #faustus #hell

All I could think about was you. I wanted you in the apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn’t - shouldn’t - have it. That’s what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You’d kidnapped me, put my life in danger . . . but I loved you, too. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#love #lucy-christopher #stolen #ty #life

There is much you can learn from books and scrolls. These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#christopher-paolini #eragon #reading #life

You can't find your life, or your peace, in the middle of a bezillion eyes staring at you. ↗

— Carol Plum-Ucci

#life

Pure consciousness expresses itself in millions of different forms but the root of consciousness is what we call Being, The Light, Universal Life, Spirit, I Am or God. ↗

— Christopher Dines

#manifest-your-bliss #life

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#fool #love #rose #tumor #love

I never met a pig I didn't like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop. ↗

— Sy Montgomery

#humor #pigs #sy-mongomery #humor