I loved fairy tales when I was a kid. Grimm. The grimmer the better. I loved gruesome gothic tales and, in that respect, I liked Bible stories, because to me they were very gothic.

The decadent international but individualistic capitalism in the hands of which we found ourselves after the war is not a success. It is not intelligent. It is not beautiful. It is not just. It is not virtuous. And it doesn't deliver the goods.

John Maynard Keynes

When the tide of life turns against youAnd the current upsets your boat,Don't waste tears on what might have been,Just lie on your back and float.

Anon.

We've arranged a civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology. We have also arranged things so that almost no one understands science and technology. This is a prescription for disaster. We might get away with it for a while, but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.

Carl Sagan

Many great ideas have been lost because the people who had them could not stand being laughed at.

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Ask five economists and you'll get five different answers - six if one went to Harvard.

Edgar R. Fiedler

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.

Edward Young

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Lord Byron

Everything in the world exists to end up in a book.

Stephane Mallarme

Women who love women are Lesbians. Men, because they can only think of women in sexual terms, define Lesbian as sex between women.

Rita Mae Brown

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.

J. Milton Hayes

We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

Alors, Hermione, tu admires toujours autant Lockhart, maintenant? dit Ron ? travers le rideau. Si Harry avait eu envie d'être transformé en mollusque, il l'aurait demandé.Tout le monde peut commettre des erreurs, répondit Hermione. D'ailleurs, ça ne te fait plus mal, n'est-ce-pas, Harry?Non, dit Harry. L'ennuie, c'est que ça ne me fait plus rien du tout.

J.K. Rowling