People seem to get used to anything, and it is a short step from adaptation to attachment.
━ Lionel Shriver, We need to Talk About Kevin.

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We like companionship, see, but we can’t stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.
Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer

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It’s not the heroin that kills you, it’s the lifestyle.
━ William S. Burroughs

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Now listen people what I’m telling you
A-keep away from-a Runaround Sue

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But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
━ Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance

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The Barmaley was a fountain in the city of Stalingrad, installed in front of the Museum of Defense of Tsaritsyn. Its official name was Children’s Khorovod. The statue was of a circle of six children dancing around a crocodile. It was made famous by several photographs by Emmanuil Evzerikhin that juxtaposed the carnage of the Battle of Stalingrad with the image of children at play.
You’ve a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.
━ Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

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I think it’s certainly apparent by now that one of the things I enjoy in life is excess. I like things that are excessive. I like excessive behavior, excessive language, excessive violence… it’s fun. It’s interesting. It’s exciting. I like it when nature is excessive. That’s why I like natural disasters. All these natural disasters that’ve been going on, I fucking love ‘em. I can’t get enough of them. Ah, when nature’s going crazy, throwing things around, scaring people and destroying property, I’m a happy fucking guy. I’m a happy fucking guy.

I look at it this way… for centuries now, man has done everything he can to destroy, defile, and interfere with nature. Clear-cutting forests, strip-mining mountains, poisoning the atmosphere, over-fishing the oceans, polluting the rivers and lakes, destroying wetlands and aquifers… so when nature strikes back, and smacks them in the head and kicks them in the nuts, I enjoy that. I have absolutely no sympathy for human beings whatsoever. None.

And no matter what kind of problem humans are facing, whether it’s natural or man-made, I always hope it gets worse. Don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you have a part of you, a part of you that secretly hopes everything gets worse? When you see a big fire on TV… don’t you hope it spreads? Don’t you hope it gets completely out of control and burns down six counties? You don’t root for the firemen do you? I mean I don’t want them to get hurt or nothing, but I don’t want them to put out my fire. That’s my fire - that’s nature showing off and having fun.

━ George Carlin from Life is Worth Losing

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