Queen-
"Feel good, are you satisfied/Do you feel like suicide/I think you should/Is your conscience all right/Does it plague you at night,/Do you feel good- Feel good!" - Death On Two Legs (Dedicated to......)
"Oh oh children of the land/Love is still the answer, take my hand/The vision fades, a voice I hear/'Listen to the Madman!'" - The Prophet's Song
"Mama mia mama mia, mama mia let me go/Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me/For meeeeeeeeeee..." - Bohemian Rhapsody
"Touch my tears with your lips/Touch my world with your fingertips/And we can have forever,/And we can love forever/Forever is our today." - Who Wants To Live Forever?
Donovan-
"Oh my belly's achin', got a shakin' in my head/And I start heedin' what my buddies said:/'Stab yourselves with the grains of cocaine,/And you'll end up dead, or you'll end up insane.'" - Codine
"The continent of Atlantis was an island which lay before the Great Flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean. So great an area of land, that from her western shores those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and North Americas with ease, in their ships with painted sails. To the east, Africa, across the short strait of sea-miles. The great Egyptian ages were a remnant of the Atlantean culture. All the gods who play in the mythological dramas, from all legends, from all lands, were from fair Atlantis. Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the earth. On board were the Twelve: the Poet, the Farmer, the Scientist, the Physician, and the other so-called gods of our legends... though gods they were. And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind, let us dance and let us sing, and ring in the new age... Hail Atlantis!" - Atlantis
Styx-
"We love your body/In that photograph/Your home station must be proud/The Queen of the United States/Have you lost your crown?/Miss America..." - Miss America
"You're wondering who I am/Secret secret, I got a secret/Machine or man again/Secret secret, I got a secret/With parts made in Japan/I am the modern man." - Mr. Roboto
Led Zeppelin-
"The pain of war cannot exceed/The woe of aftermath/The drums will shake the castle walls/The Ringwraiths ride in black/Ride on..." - The Battle of Evermore
"There's a feeling I get when I look to the West/And my spirit is crying to leave me./In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees/And the voice of those who stand looking./And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune/Then the Piper will lead us to Reason/And a new day will dawn, for those who stand long/And the forest will echo with laughter." - Stairway to Heaven
Metallica-
"You lie so much you believe yourself/Judge not lest ye be judged yourself." - Holier Than Thou
"What I've felt/What I've known/Never shined through in what I've shown/Never free/Never me/So I dub thee unforgiven." - The Unforgiven
"... And the earth becomes my throne/I adapt to the unknown/Under wandering stars I've grown/By myself but not alone/I ask no one." - Wherever I May Roam
"I see faith in your eyes/Never you hear the discouraging lies/I hear faith in your cries/Broken is the promise, betrayal/The healing hand held back by the deepened nail/Follow the God that failed." - The God That Failed
Lifehouse-
"I'm living for the only thing I know/I'm running and not quite sure where to go/I don't know what I'm diving into/I'm hanging by a moment with you." - Hanging By A Moment
"You calm the storms/You give me rest/You hold me in your hands/You won't let me fall/You still my heart/You take my breath away/Would you take me in/Would you take me in deeper now/'Cause you're all I want/You're all I need/You're everything/Everything." - Everything
Limp Bizkit-
"Hey kid, take my advice, ya don't wanna step into a big pile of shit. Captain's drunk, where's the Titanic? Floatin' on the funk, so getcha groove on. So maybe I am just a little fucked up- life's just a little fucked up. Generation X, Generation Strange, sun don't even shine through the window pane, window pane, so go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me, so go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-generation, cuz we don't, don't give a fuck and we won't ever give a fuck till you, you give a fuck about me... and my generation." - My Generation
"First thing's first, the Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst; access Hollywood, license to kill, a redneck fucker from Jacksonville. Bringin' on the dump stuff, fuck- a microphone machete's in the back of my truck, rockin' so steady with the he says she says and don't forget about the Starfish Navigation System. Don't hate me, I'm just an alien, with 37 tons of new millennium, dum diddy dum, where's that comin' from? Missus Aguilera, come and get some." - Life in the Fast Lane
3 Doors Down-
"I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon/After all I knew it had to be something to do with you/I really don't mind what happens now and then/As long as you'll be my friend at the end." - Kryptonite
"Trip and fall,/I'm sure you all can tell me what is on the wall/Behind the liquor store where you get/Smacked up all the time./Perfect little life you wasted, overdosed/And that death you tasted/Scared you back into yourself, and now you walk the line." - Smack
Enya- (from Lord of the Rings)
"Out of darkness I understand the night/Dreams flow, a star shines/Ah! I desire Evenstar.../Look! A star rises from the night/The song of the star enchants my heart/Ah! I desire..." - Aníron
"May it be the shadow's call will fly away/May it be you journey on to light the day/When the night is overcome, you may rise to find the sun." - May It Be
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LITERARY QUOTES:
"I seen the way the world will end," he whispered, and his voice sent a chill right through me, right down to my bones. "I seen death and destruction and the whole earth burned black, nothing left alive. I seen bodies with holes in them like Swiss cheese, blowed apart like they was never real. I seen a whole jungle burned and a little town and all the people killed. And when I look at this... I see them tall buildings in pieces on the ground and all the windows busted and bodies scattered everywhere, women and children, kids like you. It don't matter where you live or what you have, nothing will save you. Nothing... they put me in the infantry and sent me to 'Nam... It was like dying and going to hell... All my buddies ended up in them body bags. I lived. Just me. I came back home and they all thought I was lucky." He stood up and began to hoist his bags. "Lucky, ain't I? Real lucky." - December Stillness, Mary Downing Hahn
Prospero: We are such stuff/As dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep... - The Tempest, William Shakespeare
Juliet: By whose direction found'st thou out this place?/Romeo: By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire;/He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes./I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far/As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea,/I would adventure for such merchandise. - Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
Romeo: How oft when men are at the point of death/Have they been merry! which their keepers call/A lightning before death: O! how may I/Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!/Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,/Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:/Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet/Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,/And death's pale flag is not advanced there... Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe/That unsubstantial Death is amorous,/And that the lean abhorred monster keeps/Thee here in dark to be his paramour?/For fear of that I still will stay with thee,/And never from this palace of dim night/Depart again: here, here will I remain/With worms that are thy chambermaids; O! here/Will I set up my everlasting rest,/And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars/From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!/Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you/The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss/A dateless bargain to engrossing death!/Come, bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide!/Thou depserate pilot, now at once run on/The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!/Here's to my love! O true apothecary!/Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. - Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
Macbeth: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,/Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,/To the last syllable of recorded time;/And all our yesterdays have lighted fools/The way to dusky death. Out, out, brief candle!/Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player/That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,/And then is heard no more; it is a tale/Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/Signifying nothing. - Macbeth, William Shakespeare
Hamlet: To be, or not to be: that is the question:/Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer/The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,/Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,/And by opposing end them? - Hamlet, William Shakespeare
Hamlet: ...O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,/Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me./If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,/Absent thee from felicity awhile,/And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,/To tell my story... The rest is silence. - Hamlet, William Shakespeare
Lord Berosty rem ir Ipe came to Thangering Fastness and offered forty beryls and half the year's yield from his orchards as the price of a Foretelling, and the price was acceptable. He set his question to the Weaver Odren, and the question was, On what day shall I die? The Foretellers gathered and went together into the darkness. At the end of darkness Odren spoke the answer: You will die on Odstreth (the 19th day of any month). "In what month? in how many years?" cried Berosty, but the bond was broken, and there was no answer. He ran into the circle and took the Weaver Odren by the throat, choking him, and shouted that if he got no further answer he would break the Weaver's neck. Others pulled him off and held him, though he was a strong man. He strained against their hands and cried out, "Give me the answer!" Odren said, "It is given, and the price paid. Go." Raging then Berosty rem ir Ipe returned to Charuthe, the third Domain of his family, a poor place in northern Osnoriner, which he made poorer in getting together the price of a Foretelling. He shut himself up in the strong-place, in the highest rooms of the Hearth-Tower, and would not come out for friend or foe, for seedtime or harvest, for kemmer or foray, all that month and the next and the next, and six months went by and ten months went by, and he still kept like a prisoner to his room, waiting. On Onnertherhad and Odstreth (the 18th and 19th days of the month) he would not eat any food, nor would he drink, nor would he sleep. His kemmering by love and vow was Herbor of the Geganner clan. This Herbor came in the month of Grende to Thengering Fastness and said to the Weaver, "I seek a Foretelling." "What have you to pay?" Odren asked, for he saw that the man was poorly dressed and badly shod, and his sledge was old, and everything about him wanted mending. "I will give my life," said Herbor. "Have you nothing else, my lord?" Odren asked him, speaking now as to a great nobleman, "nothing else to give?" "I have nothing else," said Herbor. "But I do not know if my life is of any value to you here." "No," said Odren, "it is of no value to us." Then Herbor fell on his knees, struck down by shame and love, and cried to Odren, "I beg you to answer my question. It is not for myself!" "For whom, then?" asked the Weaver. "For my lord and kemmering Ashe Berosty," said the man, and he wept. "He has no love nor joy nor lordship since he came here and got that answer which was no answer. He will die of it." "That he will: what does a man die of but his death?" said the Weaver Odren. But Herbor's passion moved him, and at length he said, "I will seek the answer of the question you ask, Herbor, and I will ask no price. But bethink you, there is always a price. The asker pays what he has to pay." Then Herbor set Odren's hands against his own eyes in sign of gratitude, and so the Foretelling went forward. The Foretellers gathered and went into the darkness. Herbor went among them and asked his question, and the question was, How long will Ashe Berosty rem ir Ipe live? For Herbor thought thus to get the count of days or years, and so set his love's heart at rest with certain knowledge. Then the Foretellers moved in the darkness and at last Odren cried in great pain, as if he burned in a fire, Longer than Herbor of Geganner! It was not the answer Herbor had hoped, but it was the answer he got, and having a patient heart he went home to Charuthe with it, through the snows of Grende. He came into the Domain and into the strong-place and climbed the tower, and there found his kemmering Berosty sitting as ever blank and bleak by an ash-smothered fire, his arms lying on a table of red stone, his head sunk between his shoulders. "Ashe," said Herbor, "I have been to Thangering Fastness, and have been answered by the Foretellers. I asked them how long you would live and their answer was, Berosty will live longer than Herbor." Berosty looked up at him as slow as if the hinge in his neck had rusted, and said, "Did you ask them when I would die, then?" "I asked how long you would live." "How long? You fool! You had a question of the Foretellers, and did not ask them when I am to die, what day, month, year, how many days are left to me— you asked how long? Oh you fool, you staring fool, longer than you, yes, longer than you!" Berosty took up the great table of red stone as if it had been a sheet of tin and brought it down on Herbor's head. Herbor fell, and the stone lay on him. Berosty stood awhile, demented. Then he raised up the stone, and saw that it had crushed Herbor's skull. He set the stone back on its pedestal. He lay down beside the dead man and put his arms about him, as if they were in kemmer and all was well. So the people of Charuthe found them when they broke into the tower-room at last. Berosty was mad thereafter and had to be kept under lock, for he would always go looking for Herbor, who he thought was somewhere about the Domain. He lived a month thus, and then hanged himself, on Odstreth, the nineteenth day of the month of Thern. - The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin
Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one— more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty-three More Things to Do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogoy of philosophical blockbusters, Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes, and Who Is This God Person Anyway? - The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by the Babel fish. Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God. The argument goes something like this: "I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic. "Oh, that was easy," says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next pedestrian crossing. Most leading theologians claim that this argument is a load of dingo's kidneys, but that didn't stop Oolin Colluphid making a small fortune when he used it as the central theme of his best-selling book, Well That About Wraps It Up for God. - The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
Nicci's gaze rose up the legs, the robes, the arms, the bodies of the two people, up to their faces. She felt as if a giant fist squeezed her heart to a stop. This was what was in Richard's eyes, brought into existence in glowing white marble. To see it fully realized was like being struck by lightning. In that instant, her entire life, everything that had ever happened to her, everything she had ever seen, heard, or done, seemed to come together in one flash of emotional violence. Nicci cried out in pain at the beauty of it, and more so at the beauty of what it represented. Her eyes fell on the name carved in the stone base. LIFE. Nicci collapsed to the floor in tears, in abject shame, in horror, in revulsion, in sudden blinding comprehension.... In pure joy. - Faith of the Fallen, Terry Goodkind
"He is only a foolish boy, but I have loved him like a brother. It would grieve me to see him die." And her betrothed looked at her with the cool grey eyes of a Stark and promised to spare the boy who loved her. That fight was over almost as soon as it began. Brandon was a man grown, and he drove Littlefinger all the way across the bailey and down the water stair, raining steel on him with every step, until the boy was staggering and bleeding from a dozen wounds. "Yield!" he called, more than once, but Petyr would only shake his head and fight on, grimly. When the river was lapping at their ankles, Brandon finally ended it, with a brutal backhand cut that bit through Petyr's rings and leather into the soft flesh below the ribs, so deep that Catelyn was certain that the wound was mortal. He looked at her as he fell and murmured "Cat" as the bright blood came flowing out between his mailed fingers. She thought he had forgotten that. - A Game of Thrones, George R. R. Martin
Tyrion's finger clenched. The crossbow whanged just as Lord Tywin started to rise. The bolt slammed into him above the groin and he sat back down with a grunt. The quarrel had sunk deep, right to the fletching. Blood seeped out around the shaft, dripping down into his pubic hair and over his bare thighs. "You shot me," he said incredulously, his eyes glassy with shock. "You always were quick to grasp a situation, my lord," Tyrion said. "That must be why you're the Hand of the King." "You... you are no... no son of mine." "Now that's where you're wrong, Father. Why, I believe I'm you writ small. Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch." For once, his father did what Tyrion asked him. The proof was the sudden stench, as his bowels loosened in the moment of death. Well, he was in the right place for it, Tyrion thought. But the stink that filled the privy gave ample evidence that the oft-repeated jape about his father was just another lie. Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold. - A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin
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