Favorite Quotes
"It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, suprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling, revolot, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convery the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence.  It is impossible.  We live, as we dream - alone..."
-Joseph Conrad
From Heart of Darkness
(Conrad was EVIL in Invasion:America
I guess that quote to the left is the reason I write.  It stems from a desire to penetrate the clouds surrounding individual dreams.  Through words, we can share them.
"Is it because we're having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world?  Is it because we're so rich and the rest of the world's so poor and we just don't care if they are?  I've heard rumors; the world is starving, but we're well fed.  Is it true, the world works hard while we play?  Is that why we're hated so much?  I've heard rumors about hate, too, once in a long while, over the years.  Do you know why?  I don't, that's sure!  Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave.  They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes!"
-Ray Bradbury
From Fahrenheit 451
And that quote would be the reason that I read.
"Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite..."
-Rage Against The Machine
From "Know Your Enemy"
1984 was a great book.  1984, Brave New World, and Fahrenheit 451 are all awesome utopia books.  Somebody recently told me that utopis means "no-place".  Ironic.
"Who controls the past, controls the future
Who contorls the present, controls the past
Who controls the present now???"
Rage Against The Machine
From "Testify"
The first Two lines from the phrase are From Orwell's 1984
You Tell Me
A Poem by Jewel

It cannot be so
     You say
Simple hands
Cannot change
The fate of humanity.
     I say
Humanity is
A boundless,
Absorbing heart
Transcending
Death & generations
And centuries
Absorbing bullets
And stitches
And tear gas
Enduring humiliation
And illegal abortions
And thankless jobs
     I say to you
The heart of Humanity
Has not
And will not
Be broken
And let us raise ourselves
Like lanterns
With the millions of others-
With the mad
And the forgotten
And the strong of heart
To shine
That's from Jewel's poetry book.  I've always liked her poems more than her songs.  Especially her new Britney Spears wanna be song.  It sucks! (Lol... Britney Spears' sock puppets...)
Dover Beach
by Matthew Arnold (written in 1867)

The sea is calm to-night
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and flind,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of guman misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distand northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are heare as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
This poem was in Fahrenheit 451.  Montag read it, then had to burn it.
"No one is fool enough to choose war instead of peace - in peace sons bury fathers, but in war fathers bury sons."
-Herodotus' The Histories
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