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I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase. (Richard Brautigan)

For my birthday I want a dead mouse and a blue piece of red candy. (Richard Brautigan)

Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak. (Kurt Vonnegut)

Internettet har ikke svar på alt. F.eks. ved det ikke, hvad jeg skal have at spise i aften. (Walther F. Lake)

Livet er nemt nok. Indtil man står op. (Walther F. Lake)

Propaganda encourages the imagination of children. (Richard Brautigan)

Alting var meget billigere i gamle dage. Desværre havde vi aldrig nogen penge. (Walther F. Lake)

I have to say this in defense of humankind: No matter in what era in history, including the Garden of Eden, everybody just got there. (Kurt Vonnegut)

She winked at the machine, and Epikt winked back at her with three tiers of eyes. (R.A. Lafferty, ‘What’s the Name of That Town?’, 1964).

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous, like a person wearing full armor attacking a hot fudge sundae. (Kurt Vonnegut)

– får du mange likes på facebook ..?
– ikke nok til at jeg kan leve af dem …

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, there is less cleaning up to do afterward. (Kurt Vonnegut)

Smoking is the only honorable form of suicide. (Kurt Vonnegut)

She picked him up, lovingly broke his arms and legs for easier handling, spread him out on the floor, and began to devour him. (R.A. Lafferty)

Han var åbenmundet som en nytårstorsk. (Walther F. Lake)

Døre er til at smække med. (6ordsromanen)

In those days people made their own imagination, like homecooking. Now our dreams are just any street lined with franchise restaurants. (Richard Brautigan)

Your heart is like a sea gull frozen into a long distance telephone call. (Richard Brautigan, “Rommel Drives On Deep into Egypt”)

The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart. (Kurt Vonnegut)

– hvad laver du ..?
– ingenting …
– godt …

The function of the artist is to make people like life better than they have before. (Kurt Vonnegut)

– gemmer du stadig tændstikæsker ..?
– ja, man ved jo aldrig hvornår man møder en hjemløs bille …

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