Blues-hearted lady, sleepy was she.
Love for the devil brought her to me.
Health and knowledge and wealth and power
Passion and poems and sex
I wear a smile like a leather glove
Won't shut my mouth for less
I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
-Temple of the Dog
Angel or devil
I was thirsty
And you wet my lips.
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow.
All the time you know she's smiling
You'll be on your knees tomorrow.
A template, a stencil, a plan.
Corniest, orniest damsel and man,
Orderly, emptily passion and pity,
All-the-World, All-the-World, All-the-World City.
Did she make you cry
Make you break down
And shatter your illusions of love
Tell me is it over now
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home?
There's a room where the light won't find you.
-Tears for Fears
The clinical picture of a person who has been reduced to elemental
concerns of survival [for prolonged periods] is still frequently
mistaken for a portrait of the victim's underlying character.
Concepts of personality organization developed under ordinary
circumstances are applied to victims without any understanding of the
corrosion of personality that occurs under conditions of prolonged
Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartache.
I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of god.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul.
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
When you look over your shoulder
And you see the life you have left behind
When you think it over, do you ever wonder
What it is that holds your life so close to mine?
I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.
You can't solve social problems in software.
-Marcus J. Ranum
But I've got the power and I've got the will
I'm not a charity case.
Some people go to church on Sundays,
Others they pray at home.
You tell them that there ain't no god,
That they're better off standin' alone.
The torch of chaos and doubt--this is what the sage steers by.
Wings are nearly free.
Somebody I never met
But in a way I know
-Big Audio Dynamite
You shall enjoy all the pleasures that Nature makes your duty; do not
withold yourself from one. Must the diviner part of mankind be kept
in chains by the other? Ah, break these bonds, Nature wills it. Have
no other curbs than your own tastes, no other laws than those of your
own desires, no more morality than that of Nature herself. Languish
no more under those barbarous prejudices that wither your charms and
imprison the divine impulses of your heart; you are as free as we are
and the career of the battles of Venus as open to you as to us.
-Donatien Alphonse de Sade
You're walking a wire
Of pain and desire
And looking for love
An inch. I'ts small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the
world that's worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give
it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you
are, or whether you're a man or woman. I may never see you. I will
never hug you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you.
-V for Vendetta
And if they shout, don't let it change a thing
That you're doing.
If I danced with my feet
As I danced in my dreaming
As graceful and gleaming
As Death in disguise
Oh, that would be sweet
But then would I hunger
To be ten years younger
Or wedded, or wise?
-Peter S. Beagle
Listen very hard. All you gotta do
Is say the right words and I'll be coming through.
Hold you in my arms and take you, run away.
If you want vanilla, you eat the icecream from around
the chocolate chips.
Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune
Something to make us all happy.
For there is a specious symmetry to the language of the dual, the
implication of equality, balance, and reciprocity. And yet, this is
clearly not the case. Up and down, front and back, right and left
are almost never dualities of equivalence; they are hierarchically ranked
in relations of superordination and subordination with radically
different valances. If our bias is to see equality in such
arrangements, the tendenz of the social documents from which we
extract our notion of the dual is clearly towards hierarchy.
D'schane, who had read Sun Tzu, liked to force an opponent to yield.
Terry, who hadn't, liked to kill.
-Lauren P. Burka
Momma always told you not to look into the sights of the sun.
But momma, that's where the fun is.
I wish I was like you. Easily amused.