The more I learn about the universe, the less convinced I am that there’s any sort of benevolent force that has anything to do with it, at

The more I learn about the universe, the less convinced I am that there’s any sort of benevolent force that has anything to do with it, at all.

–
Neil deGrasse Tyson

There’s nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart. – Cynthia Hand, Hallowed

There’s nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

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Cynthia Hand,

Hallowed

There’s somethin I learned when I was homeless: Our limitation is God’s opportunity. When you get all the way to the end of your rope and

There’s somethin I learned when I was homeless: Our limitation is God’s opportunity. When you get all the way to the end of your rope and there ain’t nothin you can do, that’s when God takes over. I remember one time I was hunkered down in the hobo jungle with some folks. We was talkin ’bout life, and this fella was talkin, said, ‘People think they’re in control, but they ain’t. The truth is, that which must befall thee must befall thee. And that which must pass the by must pass thee by.

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Ron Hall,

Same Kind of Different as Me

Faith is like automobile insurance. It need to be in place before there’s a crisis. – Pamela Christian, Examine Your

Faith is like automobile insurance. It need to be in place before there’s a crisis.

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Pamela Christian,

Examine Your Faith!: Finding Truth in a World of Lies

There’s some heinous fuckery goin’ on mon. – Christopher Moore, Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings

There’s some heinous fuckery goin’ on mon.

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Christopher Moore,

Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings

My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider

My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider corpse perpetually hanging on the wall next to my pillow that I don’t have any desire to correct. My breath smells like Kuwait. My arms are doing the Crazy Granny Dance, and my hips are just plain jealous. I was born across the pond from a heretic’s womb, and fathered by an equally atrocious Sinatra-obsessed lion tamer. If these are all the symptoms of a world-famous record producer whose lover has just ditched him for a career in straight porn, then becometh I the sum of all homoerotic fears. Now fetch me more scotch and someone to make use of my erection, preferably with their mouth.’
—Wolfgang Stephanopolis

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Dave Matthes,

Sleepeth Not, the Bastard

If there’s a thing I’ve learned in my life it’s to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for

If there’s a thing I’ve learned in my life it’s to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don’t

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Cassandra Clare

And then there’s that person that no matter what, they’ll answer your call at 4 am. Your 4am-er. They’ll say exactly what you need to hear to

And then there’s that person that no matter what, they’ll answer your call at 4 am. Your 4am-er. They’ll say exactly what you need to hear to bring you back to earth. Your comfort, your voice of reason, your hit upside the head. And he’ll always be my 4 am-er.

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Hope Alcocer,

That’s Where Hope Lies

I can’t understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there’s already so much pain in the world. – Stephen King,

I can’t understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there’s already so much pain in the world.

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Stephen King,

Joyland

But it doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary. I know

But it doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that wheter God exists or not, we’re on our own. But when I’m with you, I’m not.

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Cassandra Clare,

City of Lost Souls