"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves."

"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path."

"The foolish man conceives the idea of 'self.' The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of 'self;' thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain."

 "The more I learn about the universe, the less convinced I am that there's any sort of benevolent force that has anything to do with it, at all."

 "The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil."

 "The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist."

 "O século XXI me dará razão, por abandonar na linguagem & na ação a civilização cristã oriental & ocidental com sua tecnologia de extermínio & ferro velho, seus computadores de controle, sua moral, seus poetas babosos, seu câncer que-ninguém-descobre-a-causa, seus foguetes nucleares caralhudos, sua explosão demográfica, seus legumes envenenados, seu sindicato policial do crime, seus ministros gangsters, seus gangsters ministros, seus partidos de esquerda-fascistas, suas mulheres navi-escola, suas fardas vitoriosas, seus cassetes eletrônicos, sua gripe espanhola, sua ordem unida, sua epidemia suicida, seus literatos sedentários, seus leões-de-chácara da cultura, seus pró-Cuba, seus anti-Cuba, seus capachos do PC, seus bidês da direita, seus cérebros de água-choca, suas mumunhas sempiternas, suas xícaras de chá, seus manuais de estéticas, sua aldeia global, seu rebanho-que-saca, suas gaiolas, seu jardinzinhos com vidro fumê, seus sonhos paralíticos de televisão, suas cocotas, seus rios cheio de sardinha, suas preces, suas panquecas recheadas com desgosto, suas últimas esperanças, suas tripas, seu luar de agosto, seus chatos, suas cidades embalsamadas, sua tristeza, seus cretinos sorridentes, sua lepra, sua jaula, sua estrictina, seus mares de lama, seus mananciais de desespero."

 “Mas também seria por vezes tomada de um êxtase de prazer puro e legítimo que ela mal podia adivinhar. Aliás já estava adivinhando porque se sentiu sorrindo e também sentiu uma espécie de pudor que se tem diante do que é grande demais. Ser-se o que se é era grande demais e incontrolável. Lóri tinha uma espécie de receio de ir longe demais. Sempre se retinha um pouco como se retivesse as rédeas de um cavalo que poderia galopar e levá-la Deus sabe aonde. Ela se guardava. Por que e para qué? Para o que estava ela se poupando? Era um certo medo de sua capacidade, pequena ou grande. Talvez se contivesse por medo de não saber os limites de uma pessoa”

“Temos sorrido em público do que não sorriríamos quando ficássemos sozinhos. Temos chamado de fraqueza a nossa candura. Temo-nos temido um ao outro, acima de tudo. E a tudo isso consideramos a vitória nossa de cada dia. Mas eu escapei disso, Lóri, escapei com a ferocidade com que se escapa da peste, Lóri e esperarei até você também estar mais pronta”

 "O mistério gera curiosidade e a curiosidade é a base do desejo humano para compreender."

"I remind myself every morning: Nothing I say this day will teach me anything. So if I'm going to learn, I must do it by listening."

"Like a cat
Tied to a stick
That's driven into
Frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)"

" Intuition is the key to everything, in painting, filmmaking, business - everything. I think you could have an intellectual ability, but if you can sharpen your intuition, which they say is emotion and intellect joining together, then a knowingness occurs."

 “Why must one talk? Often one shouldn't talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean."

"You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.”

"For some reason, we were going down the wrong path and Mother Nature just said, Enough already, we’ve got to stop everything, This is going to last long enough to lead to some kind of new way of thinking.”

"I think it’s going to be much more spiritual and much kinder and it’s going to bring us all closer together in a really strong and beautiful way. It’s going to be a different world on the other side and it’s going to be a much more intelligent world."

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“War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is Strength"

"Science is not Democratic or Republican, progressive or conservative. Science is science. There are no 'alternative facts, A modern society cannot survive unless decisions are made on evidence-based research."

"I'm dead, Anna. No, no, I'm not dead. No, that's wrong. Too melodramatic. I'm not dead at all. But I live without self-respect. I know it sounds silly - pretentious - since almost all people are forced to live without self-worth. Humiliated to the core, stifled and spat upon. They just live. They know nothing more. They know no alternative. Even if they did, they would never reach for it. You understand? Can you be sick from humiliation? Is it a disease we're all infected by and we have to live with? We talk so much about freedom, Anna. Isn't freedom a terrible poison for the humiliated... or is the word "freedom" only a drug the humiliated use in order to endure. I can't live with this. I've given up. Sometimes it's almost unbearable. The days drag by. I feel like I'm choking on the food I swallow, the crap I get rid of, the words I say. The light - the daylight which comes every morning and yells at me to get up. Or the sleep which always brings dreams, chasing me back and forth. Or just the darkness rattling with ghosts and memories. Has it occurred to you, Anna, that the worse off people are, the less they complain? Eventually they're silent... even though they're living creatures with nerves, eyes and hands. Massive armies of both victims and executioners. The light which rises and sinks heavily. The cold approaches. Darkness. The heat. The smell. And everyone is silent. We can never leave this place. I don't believe in escape. It's too late. Everything's too late."

"Human beings are human beings whether they speak or not."