„I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again;
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.
Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep;
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.
I'm wild again! Beguiled again!
A simpering, whimpering child again,
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.“
— Lorenz Hart lyricist 1895 - 1943
„A sketch will not serve more than one state of mind & will not serve to drink at again & again — in a sketch there is nothing but the one state of mind — that which you were in at the time.“
— John Constable English Romantic painter 1776 - 1837
Letter to Rev. John Fisher (3 November 1823), from John Constable's Correspondence, ed. R.B. Beckett (Ipswich, Suffolk Records Society, 1962-1970), part 6, pp. 142-143
„After a death, you eat and drink and remember the good things and try to laugh again. Grief profits no one, least of all the departed, who are quit of it for ever.“
— Morris West Australian writer 1916 - 1999
Niccoló Tolentino in Ch. 1
„the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.“
— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Context: These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul’s certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.
— Bryan Lee O'Malley, Scott Pilgrim, Volume 4: Scott Pilgrim Gets It Together
„The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.“
— Abraham Cowley British writer 1618 - 1667
From Anacreon, ii. Drinking; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
— Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs
— Clifford D. Simak American writer, journalist 1904 - 1988
Context: He stirred again, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, and he was not alone. Across the fire from him sat, or seemed to sit, a man wrapped in some all-enveloping covering that might have been a cloak, wearing on his head a conical hat that dropped down so far it hid his face. Beside him sat the wolf — the wolf, for Boone was certain that it was the same wolf with which he'd found himself sitting nose to nose when he had wakened the night before. The wolf was smiling at him, and he had never known that a wolf could smile. He stared at the hat. Who are you? What is this about? He spoke in his mind, talking to himself, not really to the hat. He had not spoken aloud for fear of startling the wolf. The Hat replied. It is about the brotherhood of life. Who I am is of no consequence. I am only here to act as an interpreter. An interpreter for whom? For the wolf and you. But the wolf does not talk. No, he does not talk. But he thinks. He is greatly pleased and puzzled. Puzzled I can understand. But pleased? He feels a sameness with you. He senses something in you that reminds him of himself. He puzzles what you are. In time to come, said Boone, he will be one with us. He will become a dog. If he knew that, said The Hat, it would not impress him. He thinks now to be one with you. An equal. A dog is not your equal...
— Aeschylus ancient Athenian playwright -525 - -456 до н.э.
trans. https://archive.org/stream/agamemnonofaesch015545mbp/agamemnonofaesch015545mbp#page/n38/mode/1up Gilbert Murray
„As I learned more about veganism, and animal farms and the way animals were treated, it just disgusted me to the point where I could never imagine eating animals again.“
— Daniel Negreanu Canadian poker player 1974
“Kid Poker – Vegan Daniel Negeanu Dominates the Card Scene,” interview with Sophie Jackson of PokerListings.com, reported in VeganLifeMag.com (7 August 2016) https://www.veganlifemag.com/daniel-negeanu-vegan-poker/.
„Our poet's singing lips are dumb:
This his last gift, to us has brought
The pain pressed vintage of his thought
His life of song, his life of pain,
And, being dead, he speaks again.“
— Flora Thompson English author and poet 1876 - 1947
From On Reading a Posthumous book Gillian Lindsay -Biography of Flora Thompson 1990 ISBN 9781873855539