Stamps are probably the worst kind of kipple there is. (Walther F. Lake)


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Han var tavs som en uopsprættet bog. (Walther F. Lake)
Sortsyn sælges billigt. (Walther F. Lake)
Uopsprættede bøger er zen. (Walther F. Lake)

Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog, Dr. Robert Laing reflected on the unusual events that had taken place within this huge apartment building during the previous three months. (J.G. Ballard, High-Rise)
The residents had eliminated both past and future, and for all their activity, they existed in a civilized and eventless world. (J.G. Ballard, Running Wild)

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain. (Roberto Bolaño – Last Evenings on Earth)

A daydream exercises your mind for a moment or two like an invisible muscle. Then it’s gone, totally forgotten. (Richard Brautigan)
“All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.” (Richard Brautigan)
Her voice, delicate as it was, had a strength to it that made one realize why a teacup can stay in one piece for centuries. (Richard Brautigan, “Sombrero Fallout”)
“Public transportation is a great form of entertainment for me — everyone is going someplace and I’m just watching.” (Richard Brautigan)
There are thousands of stories with original beginnings. This is not one of them. (Richard Brautigan, fra “A Short Story About Contemporary Life in California”)
There were tiny droplets of rain on her hair like diamonds of friendly electricity. (Richard Brautigan)

“I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.” – Charles Bukowski
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation. (Charles Bukowski)
“Man, man, it’s a funny world,” he said. “We’ve got everything, but we can’t have it.” – Charles Bukowski

“Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive.” (William S. Burroughs)
“There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.” (William S. Burroughs)
“It is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin – music, sculpture, writing, painting – and by magical I mean intended to produce very definite results. Paintings were originally formulae to make what is painted happen. Art is not an end in itself, any more than Einstein’s matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself. Like all formulae, art was originally FUNCTIONAL, intended to make things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from Einstein’s formulae.” (William S. Burroughs)
“Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.” (William S. Burroughs)

The Turks have a drink called coffa (for they use no wine), so named of a berry as black as soot, and as bitter … which they sip still of, and sup as warm as they can suffer; they spend much time in those coffa-houses, which are somewhat like our alehouses or taverns, and there they sit chatting and drinking to drive away the time, and to be merry together, because they find by experience that kind of drink, so used, helpeth digestion, and procureth alacrity. (Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy, 1621)

“Childhood boredom is a special kind of boredom. It is a boredom full of dreams, a sort of projection into another place, into another reality.” (Italo Calvino)

“A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That’s why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.” (Truman Capote)

“I mean, after all, you have to consider we’re only made out of dust. That’s admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn’t forget that. But even considering , I mean it’s a sort of bad beginning, we’re not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we’re faced with we can make it. You got me? (Philip K Dick, “The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch”)
“But-let me tell you my cat joke. It’s very short and simple. A hostess is giving a dinner party and she’s got a lovely five-pound T-bone steak sitting on the sideboard in the kitchen waiting to be cooked while she chats with the guests in the living room-has a few drinks and whatnot. But then she excuses herself to go into the kitchen to cook the steak-and it’s gone. And there’s the family cat, in the corner, sedately washing it’s face.” “The cat got the steak,” Barney said. “Did it? The guests are called in; they argue about it. The steak is gone, all five pounds of it; there sits the cat, looking well-fed and cheerful. “Weigh the cat,” someone says. They’ve had a few drinks; it looks like a good idea. So they go into the bathroom and weigh the cat on the scales. It reads exactly five pounds. They all perceive this reading and a guest says, “okay, that’s it. There’s the steak.” They’re satisfied that they know what happened, now; they’ve got empirical proof. Then a qualm comes to one of them and he says, puzzled, “But where’s the cat?” (Philip K. Dick, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch)

“And really elegant writing can only be done on the shoulder-blade bones of the Wooly Rhinoceros.” (R.A. Lafferty, “Calamities Of The Last Pauper”, 1982)
But the Devil’s kids were gone again like the wind. They struck and they fled. Lawful disorder returned. The weeds drooped once more and had no desire to shout. The grass pulled the dust over itself again and groaned. The junk reverted to junk. The garbage cans fell fully awry, and some of them burst in disgust. The Surrogate World Turned again. But none of it could ever be quite the same. After each visitation of the Devil’s kids there remained minute changes in everything. (R. A. Lafferty, “Horns On Their Heads”, 1976)
“One evening in the Latter Days, Helen brought over some bones and rocks that belonged to her late husband John Palmer. She brought the Moon Whistle too. And she left those things with us. Helen had married again, and to a man who hadn’t known John. And she left all those things with us. And she thought that she’d better get some of those funny old things out of her house. “The Moon Whistle will be no good without you to blow it, Helen,” Hector O’Day said.” (R. A. Lafferty, “You Can’t Go Back”, 1981)

“Black and white is the color of ancient photographs and old TV shows… it is the color of ghosts, longing, time passing, memory, and madness. Black and white ached. I realized that it was perfect for the imagery in my work.” (Laurie Lipton)

One more drink and I’d have been under the host. (Dorothy Parker)
You can’t teach an old dogma new tricks. (Dorothy Parker)

“Busy, busy, busy, is what we Bokononists whisper whenever we think of how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” (Kurt Vonnegut, “Cat’s Cradle”)
Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad. (Kurt Vonnegut)
I got so much, and most mud got so little. (Kurt Vonnegut, “Cat’s Cradle”)
My father said “When in doubt, castle.” (Kurt Vonnegut)
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin. (Kurt Vonnegut)
The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest. (Kurt Vonnegut)
There is no good reason good can’t triumph over evil, if only angels will get organized along the lines of the mafia. (Kurt Vonnegut)

“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no point in being a damn fool about it.” W.C. Fields

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