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They say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it's cool to the paw, try it. They say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it's fully detachable, see? They say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. Yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake—but at least they've got stars on them. I guess my point is, we'll eat tonight, and we'll eat together. And even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals I've ever met in my life. ↗

— Wes Anderson

#life

I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life. ↗

— Stephen King

#writers #writing #life

People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

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There were many terrible things in my life and most of them never happened. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#worry #life

Because Margo knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only just now learned; leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots. ↗

— John Green

#grow-roots #important #leaving #something-matters #life

He saved your life,” Clary pointed out. “Details,” said Simon dismissively. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life

The books were a private part of me that I carried inside and guarded and didn't talk to anybody about; as long as I had the books I could convince myself I was different from the others and my life wasn't quite as stupid and pointless. ↗

— MacDonald Harris

#meaning #life

The past screams louder than the future. The future is mute, but it’s not deaf.
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— Jarod Kintz

#future #life #mute #past #scream

A house is a compressed territory where our basic needs can be fulfilled close by and safely. ↗

— Yann Martel

#life-of-pi #philosophy-of-life #life

He drops his head, his cheek pressed to mine, and he whispers in my ear. "If we go, we can't come back. Not ever. Things will never be the same." I lean into him, needing to feel every inch of him, wishing he could absorb me and put me out of my misery. "I'm not perfect Cami. I'm not a thoroughbred like he is. I never will be." I'm under his spell, but I hear what he's saying. And I don't care. I don't care about anything but having Trick, having him in my life, having as much as he can give me. "I hear sometimes the wild ones are the best." He says nothing at first, but I can almost hear his smile as he no doubt recognizes his own words. ↗

— M. Leighton

#life