QUOTES and CHARACTER LINES

[ComicChick]

 

[ComicChick]

 

[Jesse]

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

 

[Victarion]

“Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain … empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.” – Toll the Hounds

“There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail – should we fall – we will know that we have lived.” – Anomander Rake, Toll The Hounds

“In that Malazan Book of the Fallen, the historians will write of our suffering, and they will speak of it as the suffering of those who served the Crippled God. As something … fitting. And for our seeming fanaticism they will dismiss all that we were, and think only of what we achieved. Or failed to achieve. And in so doing, they will miss the whole ****ing point. Fallen One, we are all your children.” – The Crippled God

“We don’t want the future, we want the past. With a new name. But it’s still the past, that invented the realm of nostalgia, all the jagged edges smoothed away.” – The Crippled God

“Evil is nothing but a word, an objectification where no objectification is necessary. Cast aside this notion of some external agency as the source of inconceivable inhumanity – the sad truth is our possession of an innate proclivity towards indifference, towards deliberate denial of mercy, towards disengaging all that is moral within us. But if that is too dire, let’s call it evil. And paint it with fire and venom.” – Toll The Hounds

 

[Jesse]

All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.

― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

 

[Jesse]

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

― Jim Morrison