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Favourite Quotes

 * I'd like to say thank you on behalf of the group and ourselves, and I hope we've passed the audition.
 * John Lennon after The Beatles' rooftop final performance
 * In the beginning, there's a blank mind. Then that mind gets an idea, and then the trouble begins...
 * George Saunders
 * The teacher usually learns more than the pupil
 * Douglas Adams
 * Ah! When a man constructs a house, embellishes it with fine furnishings, and dwells therein he finds it difficult to avoid an attitude of proud self-satisfaction... Since each of these things is the finest of its kind, how can I not feel outwardly at ease and inwardly in harmony, my body at peace and my mind joyful?
 * Bai Juyi, Cao Tang Ji
 * When did we forget our dreams? The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out before us. We see the same things every day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us. And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
 * Randall Munroe, Xkcd
 * You instilled in me a paralysing nostalgia for a time before I was born, a time when men were men and women were saintly, and children were obedient, industrious, asked no luxuries, entertained themselves, and knew right from wrong. I, on the other hand, was a symptom of everything going right to hell in a handbasket. I was left to wonder why I bothered to be born.
 * Garrison Keillor, Lake Wobegon Days