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[astreult]

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the cause of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don’t go into the cause of goodness, so why the other shop? If lewdies are good that’s because they like it, and I wouldn’t ever interfere with their pleasures, and so of the other shop. And I was patronizing the other shop. More, badness is of the self, the one, the you or me on our oddy knockies, and that self is made by old Bog or God and is his great pride and radosty. But the not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self. And is not our modern history, my brothers, the story of brave malenky selves fighting these big machines? I am serious with you, brothers, over this. But what I do I do because I like to do.

Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange (via ohagios)

[astreult]

A lot of blasted idiots you are, most of you, selling your birthright for a saucer of cold porridge. The thrill of theft, or violence, the urge to live easy - is it worth it when we have undeniable proof, yes yes, incontrovertible evidence that hell exists?

Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange (via ohagios)

[astreult]

Will you take me home?

Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird (via ohagios)

[astreult]

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

[astreult]

It’s already clear to me how much of life is forgotten even as it happens. Most of it. The unregarded present spooling away from us, the soft tumble of unremarkable thoughts, the long-neglected miracle of existence.

Ian McEwan, Nutshell (via ohagios)

[astreult]

Jag ber till himlen, ber och ber, men orden är tomma ord och stannar kvar på jorden.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet (Översättning av Sture Pyk)

[astreult]

Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via ohagios)

[astreult]

I have fiery words I’d dearly like to say, but my foolish tears drown them.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

[astreult]

I am serious with you, brothers, over this. But what I do I do because I like to do.

Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange (via ohagios)

[astreult]

Pessimism is too easy, even delicious, the badge and plume of intellectuals everywhere. It absolves the thinking classes of solutions. We excite ourselves with dark thoughts in plays, poems, novels, movies.

 Ian McEwan, Nutshell (via ohagios)

[astreult]

Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother  That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet (via ohagios)

[astreult]

Sad thoughts, terrible suffering, hell itself—she makes them almost graceful and pretty.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

[astreult]

Give me that man That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

[astreult]

Denmark being one o' th' worst.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet