Quotes

Freak the fuck out and panic sell everything right now. It's fucking over.

somewhere sometimes my vision gets so blurry like my bitrate is so low when i think about you

Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

When we're lost, any direction will do.

I am in love with the world.

Even if it's make believe, the way I feel is real.

your opinion has been noted and subsequently disregarded, sunshine.

You shall love your crooked neighbour / With your crooked heart.

Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man.

The user interface is so easy to use, I can't do anything.

The argument that violence in any form debases us and marks the instant failure of all involved is much more difficult to make when the state regularly engages in or approves of wholesale violence against civilians and combatants alike.

Hannah had adapted to the liquid elasticity of the after-midnight hours. Oncoming headlights bent at impossible angles; neon refracted off windows and windshields. Every shadow stretched and warped, like reflections in a fun house mirror. Laughter, music, the whole human imbroglio half smothered by the weight of darkness. She liked the world better that way.

Simplicity is a great virtue, but it requires hard work to achieve it and education to appreciate it. And to make matters worse: complexity sells better.

Pan it, can't understand it, ban it

"What's your plan here?"

"To defy the hand of fate, of course."

Screw this fate shit, man. I'm not gonna let that stop me.

I don't really get her, but that doesn't mean she's a bad person.

i will cherish this greatly.

There are some things about the nature of reality I haven't come to terms with yet.

Very well. So the universe is not quite as you thought it was. You'd better rearrange your beliefs, then. Because you certainly can't rearrange the universe.

Wintermute was a simple cube of white light, that very simplicity suggesting extreme complexity.

All fiction, whether straight or genre, whether literature or Literature, is a personal reinterpretation of its writers' existence during that the fiction was written.

I feel two thousand feelings and a thousand arе regret.

Patriotism in its simplest, clearest, and most indubitable signification is nothing else but a means of obtaining for the rulers their ambitions and covetous desires, and for the ruled the abdication of human dignity, reason, and conscience, and a slavish enthralment to those in power. And as such it is recommended wherever it is preached. Patriotism is slavery.

Trying to turn something that I loved into a commodity is probably the biggest mistake that I've ever made in my life.

If there is meaning, then you are a slave. You are born on purpose. You have a destiny... That is hell.

We're all haunted by who we were and who we thought we'd be.

The more learned and witty you bee, the more fit to act for Satan will you bee.

The third world is not poor. You don't go to poor countries to make money. These countries are not underdeveloped, they are overexploited!

When the last tree is cut, the last fish is caught, and the last river is polluted; when to breathe the air is sickening, you will realize, too late, that wealth is not in bank accounts and that you can't eat money.

Don't let people drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance.

If the human brain was easy to understand we’d be too simple to understand it.

The only connection you have to an AI is the connection to your own stupidity.

We won't solve AI alignment, because we haven't even solved human alignment.

Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.

You should only slap your lover and call them a dirty little slut if that's what they're into.

It's all manufactured. The demonization of the other is the oldest trick in my book.

It has to start somewhere. It has to start sometime. What better place than here? What better time than now?

All hell can't stop us now. All hell can't stop us now. All hell can't stop us now. All hell can't stop us now. All hell can't stop us now. All hell can't stop us now.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.

And what we must see is our nation's summers of riots are caused by our nation's winters of delay.

With or without religion, good people can behave well and bad people can do evil; but for good people to do evil - that takes religion.

The internet revolution is bullshit. We wasted it.

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent; but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.

Melancholy [is] an appetite no misery satisfies.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.

If they were scared of your guns at all, they wouldn't let you have them.

Be indigestible. Grow spikes.

A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

A people capable of revolution must first be capable of imagination.

Your entire society is engineered for distraction.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

-- after that it's just a chase scene.

Other people -- store clerks, burger flippers, software engineers, the whole vocabulary of meaningless jobs that make up Life in America -- other people just rely on plain old competition. Better flip your burgers or debug your subroutines faster than your high school classmate two blocks down the strip is flipping or debugging, because we're in competition with those guys, and people notice these things.

What a fucking rat race that is.

Ideology is a virus.

A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.

The best thing -- in Shadow's opinion, perhaps the only good thing -- about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he'd plunged as low as he could plunge and he'd hit bottom. He didn't worry that the man was going to get him, because the man had got him. He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, because yesterday had brought it.

The important thing to understand about American history, wrote Mr. Ibis, in his leather-bound journal, is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

"Fuck you," said Czernobog. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft, poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart."

Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you -- even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world. So none of this is happening. Such things could not occur. Never a word of it is literally true.

"This Snow Crash thing -- is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?"

Juanita shrugs. "What's the difference?"

People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.

As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself -- so like a brother, really -- I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.

That said, peaceful protests are only possible when violence is not made necessary. So uh, maybe they should keep that in mind and be happy it's only a few instances so far.

I personally think intellectual property is an oxymoron. Physical objects have a completely different natural economy than intellectual goods. It's a tricky thing to try to own something that remains in your possession even after you give it to many others.

Culture shouldn't exist only for those who can afford it.

I know that after my death a pile of rubbish will be heaped on my grave, but the wind of history will sooner or later sweep it away without mercy.

This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for -- the amount of unfilled time, the long parentheses of nothing. Time as white sound.

A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything.

No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

There are approximately 1,010,300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly express how much I want to hit you with a chair.

And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

"Trickle down economics", also known as "golden shower".

Capitalism has outlived its usefulness.

But look at what happened with God's creation. [Eden] failed as soon as it could, and it literally cursed the whole world, and everyone that would ever come into it.

We all deserve a world without gender.

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

絶望的だ -- 穏やかだ

The stories I was fed about working hard and being able to achieve anything... That's all they are, stories. Lies. Dangerous dreams.

Power is not only what you have, but what the enemy thinks you have.

You are neither right nor wrong because the crowd disagrees with you. You are right because your data and reasoning are right.

While there is a lower class, I am in it, while there is a criminal element, I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free...

The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.

The death of human empathy is one of the earliest and most telling signs of a culture about to fall into barbarism.

As far as I'm concerned, having a body at all is body horror.

Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move toward death.

No prescient dream, no experience of his life had quite prepared him for the totality with which the veils had been ripped away to reveal naked time.

Prophecy and prescience -- How can they be put to the test in the face of the unanswered questions? Consider:

How much is actual prediction of the "waveform" (as Muad'Dib referred to his vision-image) and how much is the prophet shaping the future to fit the prophecy? What of the harmonics inherent in the act of prophecy? Does the prophet see the future or does he see a line of weakness, a fault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions as a diamond-cutter shatters his gem with a blow of a knife?

First they came for the Communists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the Socialists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist Then they came for the trade unionists And I did not speak out Because I was not a trade unionist Then they came for the Jews And I did not speak out Because I was not a Jew Then they came for me And there was no one left To speak out for me

When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.

We should be honest [...] It's not a system designed to provide healthcare. It's a system designed to prevent it.

Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserve their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed.

That word is 'Nazi.' Nobody cares about their motives anymore.

They joined what they joined. They lent their support and their moral approval. And, in so doing, they bound themselves to everything that came after. Who cares any more what particular knot they used in the binding?

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

Contrary to what I was taught at school, fascism describes not an incomprehensible mass delusion, but the rational consequence of capitalists constructing a scapegoat to divert the attention of angry, deprived masses.

The information on the internet is totally, absolutely always, kind of true.

Death is nothing to us, for when we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not.

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?

Capitalists believe they can take everything at the table as belonging to them. Capitalism is the legitimate racket of the ruling class.

You can get much further with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.

I've got a great joke about trickle down economics but 99% of the people won't get it.

It's Called The American Dream Because You Have To Be Asleep To Believe It.

If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, why should we have doubts concerning our future? If he knows all, why warn him of our needs and fatigue him with our prayers? If he is everywhere, why erect temples to him? If he is just, why fear that he will punish the creatures that he has filled with weaknesses? If grace does everything for them, what reason would he have for recompensing them? If he is all-powerful, how offend him, how resist him? If he is reasonable, how can he be angry at the blind, to whom he has given the liberty of being unreasonable? If he is immovable, by what right do we pretend to make him change his decrees? If he is inconceivable, why occupy ourselves with him? IF HE HAS SPOKEN, WHY IS THE UNIVERSE NOT CONVINCED?