Russell Brand

I couldn't possibly have sex with someone with such a slender grasp on grammar!

Even as a junkie I stayed true [to vegetarianism] - 'I shall have heroin, but I shan't have a hamburger.' What a sexy little paradox.

Have you been out in society recently? 'Cause it's SHIT.

All penguins are the same below the surface, which I think is as perfect an analogy as we're likely to get for the futility of racism.

For me happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus, where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it's enough that there are trees in the world.

We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day. You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.

My dad's philosophy was (and I think still is) that life is a malevolent force, which seeks to destroy you, and you have to struggle with it. Only those who are hard enough will succeed. Most people get crushed, but if you fight, in the end life will go, "Fucking hell. This one's serious. Let him through.

Life’s never a postcard of life, is it? It never feels like how you’d want it to look. 

Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.

People don't realize that the future is just now, but later.

David Foster Wallace

Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.

The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties -- all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name's Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion -- these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.

You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.

We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?

Try to learn to let what is unfair teach you.

Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.

There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?

Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I'm bullshitting myself, morally speaking?

Gene Roddenberry

We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing all-powerful God, who creates faulty Humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes.

If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

If man is to survive, he will have learned to take a delight in the essential differences between men and between cultures. He will learn that differences in ideas and attitudes are a delight, part of life's exciting variety, not something to fear

A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head-on and licks it, or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away

It is the struggle itself that is most important. We must strive to be more than we are. It does not matter that we will not reach our ultimate goal. The effort itself yields its own reward.

It isn't all over; everything has not been invented; the human adventure is just beginning.

Ancient astronauts didn't build the pyramids. Human beings built the pyramids, because they're clever and they work hard.

The Strength of a civilization is not measured by its ability to fight wars, but rather by its ability to prevent them.

Star Trek was an attempt to say that humanity will reach maturity and wisdom on the day that it begins not just to tolerate, but take a special delight in differences in ideas and differences in life forms. […] If we cannot learn to actually enjoy those small differences, to take a positive delight in those small differences between our own kind, here on this planet, then we do not deserve to go out into space and meet the diversity that is almost certainly out there.

Robert A. Heinlein II

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more.

I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.

Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.

There ain't no such thing as a free lunch

Sex, whatever else it is, is an athletic skill. The more you practice, the more you can, the more you want to, the more you enjoy it, the less it tires you.

Sin lies only in hurting others unnecessarily. All other "sins" are invented nonsense.

Climate is what you expect, weather is what you get.

One man's theology is another man's belly laugh.

Belief gets in the way of learning.

A generation which ignores history has no past — and no future.

George R. R. Martin II

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Winter is coming.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth. 

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

If I look back I am lost.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow II 

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.

Music is the universal language of mankind

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels

My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory.
And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion
that if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble
Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
Spilled on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Anne McCaffrey

Who wills, Can.
Who tries, Does.
Who loves, Lives.

Make no judgments where you have no compassion.

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

Step by step
Moment by moment
We live through
Another day

There's something wrong in not appreciating one's own special abilities, my girl. Find your own limitations, yes, but don't limit yourself with false modesty

The blackest night must end in dawn, the light dispel the dreamer's fear

The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
My mouth cannot betray
The anguish that I know.
Yes, I'll keep my tears til later:
But my grief will never go.

Lang Leav

It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.

You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always 
been mine too.

Soul Mates
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies 
and singing birds -
it was you I fell

Souls
When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
be with one another.

This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they
are not there— even if they are only in the very next room.
Your soul only feels their absence— it doesn’t realize the
separation is temporary.

Edgar Allen Poe II

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

Invisible things are the only realities.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness — imperfection — and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.

Hunter S. Thompson II

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.