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The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

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I used to have pink hair," I told Seven. "I used to have a real job," he answered. "What happened?" He shrugged. "I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

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A writer must be hard to live with: when not working he is miserable, and when he is working he is obsessed. Or so it is with me. Thus my writing life consists of spells of languor alternating with fits and spasms of mad typing. At all times, though, I keep a journal, a record book, and most everything begins in the form of notes scribbled down on the pages of that journal. ↗

— Edward Abbey

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We’re a lot alike that way. You know I never back down from a challenge.” He reached over, brushed my hair back, and tucked it behind my ear. “Not the safest way to go through life.” “Maybe not. But it’s my way. ↗

— Devon Monk

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life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." (yaşam dediğin yürüyen bir gölge, bir garip oyuncu; bir hışım sahnede dolanıp boy gösteriyor; sonra haber çıkmıyor zavallıdan. bir masal; kaçığın birinin anlattığı. şamata ve öfke dolu baştan başa; hiçbir anlamı yok.") ↗

— William Shakespeare

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Me?" Penny's voice, surprised. "Well, I'm Penny Ngwenya, Matthew's butt-kicking, life-saving, totally awesome apprentice. Um. Hi. ↗

— Kate Griffin

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Ah me! why may not love and life be one? ↗

— Henry Timrod

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Stuck in my own trap of writing about a nonsubject, I think I can defend my own self-respect, and also the integrity of a lost girl, by saying two things. First, the trivial doings of Paris Hilton are of no importance to me, or anyone else, and I should not be forced to contemplate them. Second, she should be left alone to lead such a life as has been left to her. If this seems paradoxical, then very well. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

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What would you rather have?" "Cheeseburger and a small fry. Coke classic. Better yet, dope classic." "Sure. I'll take a milkshake. What's the special flavor this week, chocolate Jack Daniels?" "Strawberry scotch." "Stick one of those paper umbrellas in mine." "Shove a syringe in mine. And a plastic tombstone. RIP, baby. He was born a rock star. He died a junkie." "Rock in peace." [...] "He wanted the world and lost his soul. [...] Sold it all for rock and roll. Lost his heart in a needle. Found his life in the grave. The road to hell is paved in marijuana leaves. Now he rocks in peace. ↗

— L.F. Blake

#drug-addiction #humor #rehab-talk #rock-star #life

I don't do weddings, funerals or Tupperware parties. ↗

— Pamela Kay Walker

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