"Do you now appreciate the depth of our National Socialist Movement? Can there be anything greater and more all comprehending? Those who see in National Socialism nothing more than a political movement know scarcely anything of it. It is more even than religion; it is the will to create mankind anew."
Lull nodded. 'That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words. Quote me, Duiker, and your work's done.'
-Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates
Name:
Anonymous2008-04-04 17:11
From Terry Pratchett's <Hogfather>:
"All right," said Susan, "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need ... fantasies to make life bearable."
No. Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers?"
Yes. As practice. You have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
"So we can believe the big ones?"
Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing.
"They're not the same at all!"
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through with the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet you act as if there were some sort of rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.
"Yes. But people have got to believe that or what's the point —"
>>11
Terry Pratchett wrote some of the most sucking books ever.
Name:
Anonymous2008-04-19 22:17
You fight like a dairy farmer.
How appropriate. You fight like a cow.
Name:
Anonymous2008-04-20 7:26
>>12
Most sucking? By far, this isn't so, but he wasn't a very good writer indeed.
Name:
Anonymous2008-04-20 7:31
Funny books are lame. Books should be serious fucking business. And only total nerds can laugh about a comedic fantasy novel anyway.
Name:
Anonymous2008-05-06 20:39
Serious business you say?
A man had left a Czech village to seek his fortune. Twenty-five years later, and now rich, he had returned with a wife and a child. His mother was running a hotel with his sister in the village where he'd been born. In order to surprise them, he had left his wife and child at another hotel and gone to see his mother, who didn't recognize him when he walked in. As a joke he'd had the idea of taking a room. He had shown off his money. During the night his mother and sister had beaten him to death with a hammer in order to rob him and had thrown his body in the river. The next morning the wife had come to the hotel and, without knowing it, gave away the traveler's identity. The mother hanged herself. The sister threw herself down a well. I must have read that story a thousand times. On one hand it wasn't very likely. On the other, it was perfectly natural. ...You should never play games.
--Albert Camus, The Stranger
Oh, and
WAR IS PEACE
SLAVERY IS FREEDOM
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH