Quotes

It’s perfectly true that Israel wants peace. So did Hitler. Everybody wants peace. When you say somebody wants peace, that’s a tautology. Everybody wants peace. The question is on what terms.

The psyche is a phenomenal world in itself, which can be reduced neither to the brain nor to metaphysics.

Go down to the makeup store and buy yourself a big-ass basket of makeup. It has to be the right shade, though, unless you want to look like a melting painting of a sad clown. It’s best if you master that often-talked-about-yet-rarely-achieved “Invisible Makeup” look. Basically, you just photoshop yourself IRL with the really expensive kind of makeup, because the cheap shit is for gremlins. You’re not going to bag a Cute Boy with Wet’N’Wild, come on. This isn’t a charity.

Pick yourself up a girly magazine with Taylor Swift or Anne Hathaway on the cover, smiling at you with their several hundred teeth and pore-free skin. It should have enticing headlines such as “60 Handjob Techniques That Will Change Your Life” and “Why He Dumped You, Uggo.” Read it from cover to cover, and berate yourself for not having the same luck with men that millionaire, bouncy-haired starlets seem to have. When you’re done giving yourself thirty emotional lashes, put the magazine in a stack with about a dozen back issues to obsess over at a later date.

Work relentlessly on your sexual technique, but don’t be all slutty and gross about it. Practice on a banana or something. A banana with a condom on it.

Practice standing in the corner of places such as bookstores, record shops, and cafes whilst batting your eyelashes and looking like you want to be flirted with. Don’t reduce yourself to bottom-feeding on OKCupid like one of those fish tank slugs, you need that meet cute. You should be wearing a demure skirt and adorable bangs, casually pretending to read a book about poetry while you wait for Cute Boy to ask you what you’re reading and eventually propose to you at some later date with an expensive-yet-not-gaudy engagement ring.

Don’t spend your time blogging about your feelings, no Cute Boy is looking for a living Cathy comic. And don’t talk about sex, because that makes you look gross and weird and like you might actually be a human being or something, which is probably in Cute Boys’ top 10 turn-offs.

Actively work on draining your head of thoughts that stem from self-betterment or self-love, as these things do not work directly to the benefit of your potential suitors. The only thoughts that should be playing through your head are vague repeats of headlines like “How To Make Your Office Job Seem Less Ball-Bustingly Fulfilling,” “How To Pretend You Don’t Make Such A Threatening Salary,” and “How To Laugh At His Jokes Without Seeming Like A Raving Harpy.”

Be ready to throw everything under the bus for when Cute Boy comes along, because you are not going to integrate him into things while still keeping strong personal importance on your private life. It’s all or nothing, slore. If problems should arise in the relationship, it is best to blame yourself entirely and focus on listening to Death Cab songs until you are ready to take the fall for everything from why the dishwasher is always loaded wrong to the shooting of Archduke Ferdinand.

Because, after all, if you don’t have a Cute Boy with whom to take pictures wearing matching snapbacks for your soft grunge blog, what is all of this for? Why are you even here? I guess Game of Thrones is coming back in a few weeks, maybe that could be your reason to live. Maybe get a vibrator while you’re at it, for the Jon Snow scenes.

Enlightenment doesn’t occur from sitting around visualizing images of light, but from integrating the darker aspects of the Self into the conscious personality.

…the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man’s proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit—for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

Thus Dionysus presents himself to us in two forms: as the god who vanishes and reappears, and as the god who dies and is born again. The second conception has evolved into the well-known doctrine of the numerous rebirths of the god. Basically, however, both conceptions (his vanishing, which is paired with his reappearance, and his death, which is followed by his rebirth) are rooted in the same idea. Both tell of the god with two faces, the spirit of presence and absence of the Now and the Then, who is most grippingly symbolized in the mask. With him appears the unfathomable mystery of life and death cemented together into a single entity, and the mystery of the act of creation affected with madness and overshadowed by death. This is why he bears with him not only all of the energy and exuberant joy of a life which is at the height of its activity but also his entire destiny.

To create something stable, impassive, immortal, something rescued from the “Waters” that is now living and breathing outside of them, finally free; and then, like a strong man who grasps a raging bull by the horns, slowly but relentlessly subjugating it, to dominate this cosmic nature in oneself—this is the secret of our Art, the Art of the Sun and of Power, of the “Mighty Strength of all Strengths.” The high sciences of the Kabbalah and Magic promise an immortal nature and a regal power to man: thus, they must be regarded as vain and deceitful if they do not deliver (E. Levi).
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The Force does not give itself up. Take it. Dare.
Being free, well balanced, strong, calm, and pure, and having slain desire, say: “I WANT.”
This is the first teaching. The door has been opened to you. THE FORCE IS IN YOU.
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The strongest force is the will of man who knows what he wants. Set the goal, then, and never change it. After you have started never, ever quit, no matter what, because, as I have told you before, the path of Magic does not have “dead corners.” One does not have to embark upon it, but once you have done so, there are only two alternatives: succeed or perish.

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather.

I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “My God! I love everything.” Yeah, now if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna justify arms dealing when we realize that we’re all one?

An unhealthy society is one which creates mutual hostility [and] distrust, which transforms man into an instrument of use and exploitation for others, which deprives him of a sense of self, except inasmuch as he submits to others or becomes an automaton…Yet many psychiatrists and psychologists refuse to entertain the idea that society as a whole may be lacking in sanity. They hold that the problem of mental health in a society is only that of the number of ‘unadjusted’ individuals, and not of a possible unadjustment of the culture itself.