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  • Memorable Passages

    Maybe a new spin on an old friend...


    “Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”

    Carl Sagan, Cosmos

  • #2
    Here's another Old Friend:

    “The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge while an ordinary man takes everything as a blessing or a curse.”
    ― Carlos Castaneda

    Can you imagine watching CNN on purpose?

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Boon Mee View Post

      “The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge while an ordinary man takes everything as a blessing or a curse.”
      ― Carlos Castaneda

      Enjoyed him a lot when I was experimenting with mescaline as a teen, but after the first two books lost interest in him and drugs.

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Chesty P. View Post
        Enjoyed him a lot when I was experimenting with mescaline as a teen, but after the first two books lost interest in him and drugs.
        He was 'outed' as a sham but I read all his books and still recall some of the most memorable lines ever put on paper:

        "Don't give me a copy of your book(s) as you know what we do with paper here in Mexico"
        Can you imagine watching CNN on purpose?

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        • #5
          Cheers guys

          I was reading this guy, Charles Frazier, when I first started Memorable Passages on The Buffalo Board over 3 years ago...I've always liked his writing style...

          Feel free to post up some of your favourites...


          “And it was pointless...to think how those years could have been put to better use, for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and for the damage done therein. For the dead, and for your own lost self.

          But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell...for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you were. All your grief hasn't changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost.

          You're left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is to go on or not. But if you go on, it's knowing you carry your scars with you.”

          Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain

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          • #6
            Castaneda Was A Trip

            Yeah, I remember reading all his books, as well...Felt like I've "met Mescalito" a few times...Heh...

            “We either make ourselves miserable, or make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.”

            Carlos Castaneda

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            • #7
              Hunter S. Thompson

              “Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.”

              Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

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              • #8
                “The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.”

                Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono

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                • #9
                  “A mistake constantly made by those who should know better is to judge people of the past by our standards rather than their own. The only way men or women can be judged is against the canvas of their own time.”

                  Louis L'Amour, Education of a Wandering Man

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by BaitongBoy View Post
                    “Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.”

                    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
                    The best book on recreational drugs ever - IMO - but I understand that - in real life - he was pretty timid about the drugs he took and kept to small doses. I don't really blame him, but his Gonzo character was pure fiction.

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                    • #11
                      “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!”

                      Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

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                      • #12
                        “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?”

                        Hunter S. Thompson

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                        • #13
                          “Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. Not being bought and sold by some idiot employer, not having the moments of her days valued in fractions of a dollar by somebody other than herself.”

                          Charles Frazier, Nightwoods

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by BaitongBoy View Post
                            “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!”

                            Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

                            "Better to burn out than fade away".

                            - Neil Young

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                            • #15
                              The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid

                              I can see myself now
                              after all these suicide days and nights,
                              being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes
                              (of course, this is only if I get famous and lucky)
                              by a subnormal and bored nurse
                              there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair
                              almost blind, eyes rolling backward into the dark part of my skull
                              looking
                              for the mercy of death
                              Isn't it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski
                              O, yeah, yeah
                              the children walk past and I don't even exist
                              and lovely women walk by
                              with big hot hips
                              and warm buttocks and tight hot everything
                              praying to be loved
                              and I don't even
                              exist
                              It's the first sunlight we've had in 3 days,
                              Mr. Bukowski.
                              Oh, yeah, yeah.
                              there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair,
                              myself whiter than this sheet of paper,
                              bloodless,
                              brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski,
                              gone
                              Isn't it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski
                              O, yeah, yeah pissing in my pajamas, slop drooling out of
                              my mouth.
                              2 young schoolboys run by —
                              Hey, did you see that old guy
                              Christ, yes, he made me sick!
                              after all the threats to do so
                              somebody else has committed suicide for me
                              at last.
                              the nurse stops the wheelchair, breaks a rose from a nearby bush,
                              puts it in my hand.
                              I don't even know
                              what it is. it might as well be my pecker
                              for all the good
                              it does.



                              Charles Bukowski

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