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Post by theotherjosh on Feb 27, 2017 14:38:48 GMT
"Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2017 7:18:59 GMT
"Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave." Always gives me chills, Rutger Hauer's acting in that scene is peerless.
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Post by theotherjosh on Mar 4, 2017 15:24:19 GMT
"...Godhood is more than a name. It is a condition of being. One does not achieve it merely by being immortal, for even the lowliest laborer in the fields may achieve continuity of existence. Is it then the conditioning of an Aspect? No. Any competent hypnotist can play games with the self-image. Is it the raising up of an Attribute? Of course not. I can design machines more powerful and more accurate than any faculty a man may cultivate. Being a god is the quality of being able to be yourself to such an extent that your passions correspond with the forces of the universe, so that those who look upon you know this without hearing your name spoken. Some ancient poet said that the world is full of echoes and correspondences. Another wrote a long poem of an inferno, wherein each man suffered a torture which coincided in nature with those forces which had ruled his life. Being a god is being able to recognize within one's self these things that are important, and then to strike the single note that brings them into alignment with everything else that exists. Then, beyond morals or logic or esthetics, one is wind or fire, the sea, the mountains, rain, the sun or the stars, the flight of an arrow, the end of a day, the clasp of love. One rules through one's ruling passions. Those who look upon gods then say, without even knowing their names, 'He is Fire. She is Dance. He is Destruction. She is Love.' So, to reply to your statement, they do not call themselves gods. Everyone else does, though, everyone who beholds them."
"So they play that on their fascist banjos, eh?"
"You choose the wrong adjective."
"You've already used up all the others."
"It appears that our minds will never meet on this subject."
"If someone asks you why you're oppressing a world and you reply with a lot of poetic crap, no. I guess there can't be a meeting of minds."
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Post by Audio Watchdog on Mar 4, 2017 18:24:49 GMT
Aristotle- The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal.
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Post by theotherjosh on Mar 5, 2017 0:44:37 GMT
"Victims, aren't we all?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 0:53:23 GMT
“But you know as well as I, patriotism is a word; and one that generally comes to mean either my country, right or wrong - which is infamous or my country is always right - which is imbecile.”
― Patrick O'Brian
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Post by mrperson on Mar 5, 2017 1:17:03 GMT
Well, not sure favorite, but I came across it, it spurred memories, and there isn't a thread for non-favorite quotes that are good for a reason.
"Interesting Times" (Pratchett).
The Horde fought like you'd expect old men to fight - slowly, and with care. All the activity was on the part of the ninjas, but no matter how well flung the throwing star or the speedy kick, the target was always, without any obvious effort, not there."
Well back in HS, I wrestled. There was an old guy in his 70s affiliated with the program generally and other youth programs, who'd at some point helped coach the Olympic teams. You could throw anything at him, and he would calmly disable you; a limb twisted in a new direction, a nerve suddenly on fire, etc. And despite being 15-18, some on this team were pretty strong. Didn't matter. I don't think I ever saw anyone score a point on that guy.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 6, 2017 13:46:36 GMT
"...Godhood is more than a name. It is a condition of being. One does not achieve it merely by being immortal, for even the lowliest laborer in the fields may achieve continuity of existence. Is it then the conditioning of an Aspect? No. Any competent hypnotist can play games with the self-image. Is it the raising up of an Attribute? Of course not. I can design machines more powerful and more accurate than any faculty a man may cultivate. Being a god is the quality of being able to be yourself to such an extent that your passions correspond with the forces of the universe, so that those who look upon you know this without hearing your name spoken. Some ancient poet said that the world is full of echoes and correspondences. Another wrote a long poem of an inferno, wherein each man suffered a torture which coincided in nature with those forces which had ruled his life. Being a god is being able to recognize within one's self these things that are important, and then to strike the single note that brings them into alignment with everything else that exists. Then, beyond morals or logic or esthetics, one is wind or fire, the sea, the mountains, rain, the sun or the stars, the flight of an arrow, the end of a day, the clasp of love. One rules through one's ruling passions. Those who look upon gods then say, without even knowing their names, 'He is Fire. She is Dance. He is Destruction. She is Love.' So, to reply to your statement, they do not call themselves gods. Everyone else does, though, everyone who beholds them." "So they play that on their fascist banjos, eh?" "You choose the wrong adjective." "You've already used up all the others." "It appears that our minds will never meet on this subject." "If someone asks you why you're oppressing a world and you reply with a lot of poetic crap, no. I guess there can't be a meeting of minds." Where is this from? Its awesome
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Post by theotherjosh on Mar 6, 2017 14:35:39 GMT
"...Godhood is more than a name. It is a condition of being. One does not achieve it merely by being immortal, for even the lowliest laborer in the fields may achieve continuity of existence. Is it then the conditioning of an Aspect? No. Any competent hypnotist can play games with the self-image. Is it the raising up of an Attribute? Of course not. I can design machines more powerful and more accurate than any faculty a man may cultivate. Being a god is the quality of being able to be yourself to such an extent that your passions correspond with the forces of the universe, so that those who look upon you know this without hearing your name spoken. Some ancient poet said that the world is full of echoes and correspondences. Another wrote a long poem of an inferno, wherein each man suffered a torture which coincided in nature with those forces which had ruled his life. Being a god is being able to recognize within one's self these things that are important, and then to strike the single note that brings them into alignment with everything else that exists. Then, beyond morals or logic or esthetics, one is wind or fire, the sea, the mountains, rain, the sun or the stars, the flight of an arrow, the end of a day, the clasp of love. One rules through one's ruling passions. Those who look upon gods then say, without even knowing their names, 'He is Fire. She is Dance. He is Destruction. She is Love.' So, to reply to your statement, they do not call themselves gods. Everyone else does, though, everyone who beholds them." "So they play that on their fascist banjos, eh?" "You choose the wrong adjective." "You've already used up all the others." "It appears that our minds will never meet on this subject." "If someone asks you why you're oppressing a world and you reply with a lot of poetic crap, no. I guess there can't be a meeting of minds." Where is this from? Its awesome
Roger Zelazny's Lord of Light. I consider it one of the finest genre works of the 20th century. Big Finish took the basic idea and turned it into the 8th Doctor audio play Immortal Beloved.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 6, 2017 18:11:47 GMT
Where is this from? Its awesome
Roger Zelazny's Lord of Light. I consider it one of the finest genre works of the 20th century. Big Finish took the basic idea and turned it into the 8th Doctor audio play Immortal Beloved.
Ah okay. Will have to track this down then
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 13:44:37 GMT
Roger Zelazny's Lord of Light. I consider it one of the finest genre works of the 20th century. Big Finish took the basic idea and turned it into the 8th Doctor audio play Immortal Beloved.
Ah okay. Will have to track this down then Swing by and get Zelazny's Damnation Alley as well, you won't be disappointed.
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Post by TinDogPodcast on Mar 7, 2017 13:58:49 GMT
3rd doctor I am serious about what I do...
Just not serious about how I do it.
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Post by Audio Watchdog on Mar 8, 2017 21:29:53 GMT
Leonardo Da Vinci Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 3:59:02 GMT
"Are human beings going to disappoint you sometimes? Can they allow their mutual hatred to become self-destructive? I can't argue with that... I can't argue that people aren't going to let you down sometimes. That fear will let the darker sides of ourselves smother the better angels of our nature, but I believe you can be a realist without becoming a cynic. You can be beaten by the waves without letting them wash you out to sea too. And no matter how much you are confronted by those that want to fill you with hate and fear, it's in your power to choose love and joy instead. After all, without those things there is one thing you cannot do and that is live." -- Charles Sonnenburg
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Post by Timelord007 on Mar 9, 2017 8:05:56 GMT
"Opinions are like a..holes everybodys got one" Clint Eastwood - The Dead Pool.
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Post by theotherjosh on Mar 9, 2017 17:39:31 GMT
Swing by and get Zelazny's Damnation Alley as well, you won't be disappointed. Damnation Alley isn't my favorite of Zelazny's works, but I do appreciate what he said about it. He followed Max Brand's formula for writing Westerns. "A good man goes bad. A bad man goes good. And they meet in the middle."
I will briefly plug my website since it is relevant to the discussion. This page has links to reviews of every novel Roger Zelazny ever wrote and many of his shorter works.
Where There Had Been Darkness: The Roger Zelazny Commentaries
If you want an introduction, you could do worse than that.
And since we're on a thread about quotes, I'll return to the topic at hand. The name of the site (Where There Had Been Darkness) comes from Zelazny's Isle of the Dead: "Where there had been darkness, I had hung my worlds. They were my answer. When I finally walked that Valley, they would remain after me. Whatever the Bay claimed, I had made some replacements, to thumb my nose at it. I had done something, and I knew how to do more."
The first time I read that, I misread "worlds" as "words" and I still think about it as a metaphor for the process of writing, creating something from nothing that will endure after its creator is gone.
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Post by mrperson on Mar 11, 2017 3:04:00 GMT
"I fear again like then I lost my way; shout to God to bring my sunny day"
(Layne Staley, vocals, Mad Season Live at the Moore: 1995, at the end of "Long Gone Day")
I understand him.
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Post by Timelord007 on Mar 11, 2017 17:18:14 GMT
"The things i do for England" James Bond - You Only Live Twice.
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Post by theotherjosh on Mar 19, 2017 19:11:46 GMT
“A step lower and strangeness creeps in: perceiving that the world is "dense", sensing to what a degree a stone is foreign and irreducible to us, with what intensity nature or a landscape can negate us. At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise. The primitive hostility of the world rises up to face us across millenia."
-Albert Camus
Eddie: Well sure it was a war. And anybody that showed up was gonna join Lem Lee in the Hell of Being Cut to Pieces. Jack Burton: Hell of being what? Eddie: Chinese have a lot of Hells.
-Big Trouble in Little China
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Post by theotherjosh on Mar 21, 2017 16:42:13 GMT
"First things first. Let’s bone up on history. If men had wanted to stay bad forever, they could have, agreed? Agreed. Did we stay out in the fields with the beasts? No. In the water with the barracuda? No. Somewhere we let go of the hot gorilla’s paw. Somewhere we turned in our carnivore’s teeth and started chewing blades of grass. We been working mulch as much as blood, into our philosophy, for quite a few life-times. Since then we measure ourselves up the scale from apes, but not half so high as angels. It was a nice new idea and we were afraid we’d lose it, so we put it on paper and built buildings like this one around it. And we been going in and out of these buildings chewing it over, that one new sweet blade of grass, trying to figure how it all started, when we made the move, when we decided to be different. I suppose one night hundreds of thousands of years ago in a cave by a night, fire when one of those shaggy men wakened to gaze over the banked coals at his woman, his children, and thought of their being cold, dead, gone forever. Then he must have wept. And he put out his hand in the night to the woman who must die some day and to the children who must follow her. And for a little bit next morning, he treated them somewhat better, for he saw that they, like himself, had the seed of night in them. He felt that seed like slime in his pulse, splitting, making more against the day they would multiply his body into darkness. So that man, the first one, knew what we know now: our hour is short, eternity is long. With this knowledge came pity and mercy, so we spared others for the later, more intricate, more mysterious benefits of love.”
-Something Wicked This Way Comes
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