Favourite Quotes

It sounds like verbal irony. There is beauty to destruction because, although a word is destroyed, another one is create to replace it.

When no words exist with which to express disloyal thoughts, thought crime would become impossible, and the Revolution would be complete. It's a terrible thought.
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And here's one of my favourite quotes:

"Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages."
(Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters)
 
I'd be interested in hearing what you all think this quote means:

“It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.”

― George Orwell, 1984
It means the language is still alive, sloughing off what's not longer useful and creating new words to fit new realities, IMO.

Which brings me to Benjamin Dreyer's opinion of the word "peruse"'
I've given up on the word "peruse," because a word that's used to mean both "read thoroughly and carefully" and "glance at cursorily" is as close to useless as a word can be.

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English is hard, OK...?
 
It seems to me what is called for is an exquisite balance between two conflicting needs: the most skeptical scrutiny of all hypotheses that are served up to us and at the same time a great openness to new ideas. Obviously those two modes of thought are in some tension. But if you are able to exercise only one of these modes, whichever one it is, you’re in deep trouble.

~ Carl Sagan
 
This one is a bit long:
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps. And the poor old lousy old earth, my earth and my father's and my mother's and my father's father's and my mother's mother's and my father's mother's and my mother's father's and my father's mother's father's and my mother's father's mother's and my father's mother's mother's and my mother's father's' father's and my father's father's mother's and my mother's mother's father's and my father's father's father's and my mother's mother's mother's and other people's fathers' and mothers' and fathers' fathers' and mothers' mothers' and fathers' mothers' and mothers' fathers' and fathers' mothers' fathers' and mothers' fathers' mothers' and fathers' mothers' mothers' and mothers' fathers' fathers' and fathers' fathers' mothers' and mothers' mothers' fathers' and fathers' fathers' fathers' and mothers' mothers' mothers'. An excrement.

Beckett in Watt
 
Something I probably posted on the old forum, but worth repeating for the newcomers:

"I'd rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned."
--Richard Feinmann

“Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

 
"Experiencing the innermost core of their existence is embarrassing to a lot of people. Many people try to find a spiritual path where they do not have to face themselves but where they can still liberate themselves -- liberate themselves from themselves, in fact. In truth, that is impossible."

Chogyam Trungpa, Smile at Fear.
 
This one is a bit long:
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps. And the poor old lousy old earth, my earth and my father's and my mother's and my father's father's and my mother's mother's and my father's mother's and my mother's father's and my father's mother's father's and my mother's father's mother's and my father's mother's mother's and my mother's father's' father's and my father's father's mother's and my mother's mother's father's and my father's father's father's and my mother's mother's mother's and other people's fathers' and mothers' and fathers' fathers' and mothers' mothers' and fathers' mothers' and mothers' fathers' and fathers' mothers' fathers' and mothers' fathers' mothers' and fathers' mothers' mothers' and mothers' fathers' fathers' and fathers' fathers' mothers' and mothers' mothers' fathers' and fathers' fathers' fathers' and mothers' mothers' mothers'. An excrement.

Beckett in Watt

It's very musical. It reminds me of the old quote, "Celts don't talk, they sing." (I think Samuel Johnson said it.)
 
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