#me

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible? ↗

— Richard Matheson

#dreams

New Orleans life is such a night life. The thing that comes up very often is that our day essentially doesn't start until midnight or 2 in the morning. ↗

— Robert Asprin

#day #essentially #life #midnight #morning

There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder. ↗

— Margery Allingham

#crime #detective #murder #death

You can't get an actor to do something that is beyond his range, so you have to be aware of the range of the actor and, if necessary, alter the part to suit the actor. ↗

— John Boorman

#alter #aware #beyond #get #his

Computers have become more friendly, understandable, and lots of years and thought have been put into developing software to convince people that they want and need a computer. ↗

— Roberta Williams

#been #computer #computers #convince #developing

When God justifies a sinner, everything in God is on the sinner's side. All the attributes of God are on the sinner's side. It isn't that mercy is pleading for the sinner and justice is trying to beat him to death. All of God does all that God does. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#death

One of the reasons, surely, why women have been credited with less perfect veracity than men is that the burden of conventional falsehood falls chiefly on them. ↗

— Katharine Fullerton Gerould

#burden #chiefly #conventional #credited #falls

Vera had not sensed my approach. She was peering into the instrument and turning knobs with child-like seriousness and ineptitude. It was obvious that she had never used a microscope before. I stole closer to her, and then I said, "Boo!" She jerked her head away from the eyepiece. "Hello," I said. "You scared me to death," she said. "Sorry," I said, and I laughed. These ancient games go on and on. It's nice they do. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#games #laugh #death

Excerpt: Paradox – Bound By Blood. The hands on a clock never falter, not for a second. One day ends; and a new begins. If there was one thing on this earth that could be counted on, it was that. Time never paused to mourn the dead. That particular privilege is allotted to the living. It is for the survivor to mourn, bury the dead, and leave the rest to the earth. That is the way of it – the way of death - and the misery it leaves behind. ↗

— Patti Roberts

#mourn #time-passing #death

A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida. ↗

— Jackson Pearce

#time #wishes #death