Works Vol I Quotes

Better to be in trouble with Christ, than in peace without him. ~ Richard Sibbes

I am not going to think about the things I am not going to think about. ~ Nenia Campbell

It's hard to look back on your life and point to one event–one moment–that changed everything and set you on the path that made you…you. That only happens in movies. Most people's lives are a series of millions of messy little moments strung together adding up to a messy little life. But sometimes, you can look back and see a pattern forming… see a clear path cutting through the mess.
It makes you wonder, do we even have a choice at all? Or was that path going to form no matter what we did?
Yeah, it's easy to look back and see the pattern. It's easy to second-guess every decision you made and figure out what you would've done differently. But none of that much matters now. It's all in the past. Can't waste time thinking about who i was, who i could've been. All that matters now is who i am. ~ Jeff Lemire

I wanted to read all these books, but I would have to have been in a rest home or something to do that (p. 37, Chronicles, Vol. One). ~ Bob Dylan

In interest-bearing capital, therefore, this automatic fetish is elaborated into its pure form, self-valorizing value, money breeding money, and in this form no longer bears any marks of its origin. The social relation is consummated in the relationship of a thing, money, to itself ... Capital is now a thing, but the thing is capital. The money's body is now by love possessed.
Karl Marx, Capital, Vol. 3, p. 516-517, containing a literary reference at the end there to Goethe, Faust, Part I. The context is Marx's discussion of how the commodity fetish's obfuscation of the true relations of capitalist production (i.e. the exploitation of labor) reaches its epitome in the form of interest-bearing capital (i.e. finance capital). ~ Karl Marx

I'm asking you to give me a chance, however slim, to prove myself."
My throat tightened. "Cade ... I'm not a science experiment."
"Good to know, but I rocked biology. Lab was my favorite," he teased.
"I'm serious."
"So am I. ~ Beth Mikell

At the very least, we should know they're coming, I can't guarantee it will keep out Vol--"
"Don't say the name!" Ron cut across her, his voice harsh.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other.
"I'm sorry," Ron said, moaning a little as he raised himself to look at them, "but it feels like a--a jinx or something. Can't we call him You-Know-Who--please?"
"Dumbledore said fear of a name--" began Harry.
"In case you hadn't noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn't do Dumbledore much good in the end," Ron snapped back. "Just--just show You-Know-Who some respect, will you?"
"Respect?" Harry repeated, but Hermione shot him a warning look; apparently he was not to argue with Ron while the latter was in such a weakened condition. ~ J.K. Rowling

I had never been in love with anyone before in my life, but I knew the feeling when it came bursting into my soul, like a million butterflies swirling around inside of me, like a tidal wave crashing into the shore that was my heart, flooding it completely and wiping out everything in it's path ... - Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1) ~ Nina Jean Slack

Did God really say that I couldn't tell my friends what so and so did yesterday? Does that really count as gossip? No, it's just venting, and venting is healthy right? Wrong! We are supposed to think about the things that are praiseworthy, not gossip worthy. ~ Heather Hart

People do not know how important is faith, how faith is miracle, creator of miracles. If you expect at every moment to be lifted up and pulled towards the Divine, He will come to lift you and He will be there, quite close, closer, ever closer.

MCW, vol. 13, Words of the Mother - I, p.76 ~ The Mother

The four stages of acceptance:
1. This is worthless nonsense.
2. This is an interesting, but perverse, point of view.
3. This is true, but quite unimportant.
4. I always said so."

(Review of The Truth About Death, in: Journal of Genetics 1963, Vol. 58, p.464) ~ J.B.S. Haldane

All right," she snaps at the computer. "I get it. I'm slowing down! Gods!"
"Activating Generic Ocular Display Sequence. G.O.D.S."
The front of her shuttle goes transparent and Vol experiences a nauseating wave of vertigo.
"No, that's not what I meant! It's an expression! What the hell?"
"Error. Request must be made in the form of a command."
"Oh, f*** you."
"Error. Command not recognised."
"I'm not surprised," Vol mutters. ~ Nenia Campbell

I think you enjoy messing with people."
"That's a purely hypothetical supposition on your part," the bastard says. ~ Nenia Campbell

Why do you fight me?" His voice is soft again, as textured as velvet. "Can't you see I'm doing everything I can to help you?"
"Help yourself off the edge of a cliff," she growls. ~ Nenia Campbell

Many people of our time reason along the following lines: The religions - or the differing spiritual perspectives within a given religion - contradict one another, therefore they cannot all be right; consequently none is true. This is exactly as if one said: Every individual claims to be "I," thus they cannot all be right; consequently none is "I." This example shows up the absurdity of the antireligious argument, by recalling the real analogy between the inevitable external limitation of religious language and the no less inevitable limitation of the human ego. To reach this conclusion, as do the rationalists who use the above argument, amounts in practice to denying the diversity of the knowing subjects as also the diversity of aspects in the object to be known. It amounts to pretending that there are neither points of view nor aspects; that is to say, that there is but a single man to see a mountain and that the mountain has but a single side to be seen. The error of the subjectivist and relativist philosophers is a contrary one. According to them, the mountain would alter its nature according to whoever viewed it; at one time it might be a tree and at another a stream.

[No activity without Truth] - Studies in Comparative Religion, Vol. 3, No. 4. (Autumn 1969) ~ Frithjof Schuon

With Pauline at my side, in one swift act that could never be undone, an act that ended a thousand dreams but gave birth to one, I bolted for the cover of the forest and never looked back. Lest we repeat history, the stories shall be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever. - Morrighan Book of Holy Text, Vol. III ~ Mary E. Pearson

clinical literature is virtually unanimous that full MPD [Multiple Personality Disorder] cannot be created iatrogenically. There is no evidence that such a case has been demonstrated; clinicians of widely different orientations have studied the available information and arrived at similar conclusions (e.g., Braun, 1984; Gruenewald, 1984; Kernberg, in press; Kluft, 1982; Putnam, 1989). Nonetheless, most of these observers have noted that many of the phenomena of MPD can be created quite readily, and that phenomena with striking superficial resemblance to MPD can be generated with relatively little effort. In fact, I noted in passing (Kluft, 1986a) that I had replicated the interventions of Harriman (1942,1943), Leavitt (1947), and Kampman (1976), and found the resultant phenomena clearly distinguishable from clinical MPD.
(from Kluft, R. P. (1989). Dissociation: Vol. 2, No. 2, p. 083-091: Iatrongenic creation of new alter personalities) ~ Richard P. Kluft

I'm used to writing songs and songs-I can fill em up with symbolism and metaphors. When you write a book (Chronicles, Vol. 1), you gotta tell the truth, and it can't be misinterpreted. ~ Bob Dylan

And Now for a Topic of International Concern:
Corn Thinks

/Kôrn/ -
It does not sink.
It does not blink.
It does not look pink–
Nor does it write in pen and ink.

It does not slink.
It does not link.
It does not like finks–
Nor does it lie; hood or play tiddlywinks.

It is distinct.
It is succinct.
It is not a Sphinx -
Corn thinks.

-Poems on the Run, Vol. I ~ Douglas Laurent

Of course, with any new technology, the question in the back of everyone's mind is 'Can I have sex with it or use it to kill people?'
-Flintstones Vol. 2: Bedrock Bedlam ~ Mark Russell

What's happening to me?" she whispers to the quilt. "I'm losing my mind."
Though that implies that I had one to begin with. ~ Nenia Campbell

Sweetness, what are you doing? Hank's kind of party is rated XXX and most likely illegal somewhere in the world. I promise you don't want to see that."
Her gray eyes met his. "It's just a drink, Devon. Scared? ~ Beth Mikell

Come here. Then we'll talk."
That sounds like a bad idea to her. "I can hear you fine right here."
"Is it the arrows?" He kicks bow and quiver into the stream and grins a grin that puts the devil to shame. "There. Now I'm harmless."
"No?" He tilts his head, shifting to his side so he can lean his stubbled chin on his hand. "Well, harmless enough. Don't you think?"
"No. ~ Nenia Campbell

Aubade to Langston"

When the light wakes & finds again
the music of brooms in Mexico,
when daylight pulls our hands from grief,
& hearts cleaned raw with sawdust
& saltwater flood their dazzling vessels,
when the catfish in the river
raise their eyelids towards your face,
when sweetgrass bends in waves
across battlefields where sweat
& sugar marry, when we hear our people
wearing tongues fine with plain
greeting: How You Doing, Good Morning
when I pour coffee & remember
my mother's love of buttered grits,
when the trains far away in memory
begin to turn their engines toward
a deep past of knowing,
when all I want to do is burn
my masks, when I see a woman
walking down the street holding her mind
like a leather belt, when I pluck a blues note
for my lazy shadow & cast its soul from my page,
when I see God's eyes looking up at black folks
flying between moonlight & museum,
when I see a good-looking people
who are my truest poetry,
when I pick up this pencil like a flute
& blow myself away from my death,
I listen to you again beneath the mercy
of a blue morning's grammar.

Originally published in the Southern Humanities Review, Vol. 49.3 ~ Rachel Eliza Griffiths

I remember something."
"Yes?"
"You told me once that you were going to break my heart."
He rolls over to face her. "Yes," he says. "I may once have said something like that."
"What happened?"
His beautiful eyes are even more hypnotic up close.
"You broke mine. ~ Nenia Campbell

Circumstances would always exist in the human's success story, but it is not controlled by destiny. Destiny is controlled by "FATE." I think it might be the optimist in me, but in America, "Dreams" are livable. ~ Henry Johnson Jr

You know, Shayla called dibs on you earlier. Perhaps you
"
"I call dibs on you. Dance with me. ~ Beth Mikell

There it was. The death knell of my absolute faith in him. I couldn't breathe, so sharp was the pain in my chest. He needed time. Everything was always on his time. Almost everything he asked of me, I did. The one time I needed him to trust me…he couldn't do it. ~ K. Carr

I just got Kill Bill: Vol. 2. I've watched it like eight times in the past two months. I just love the scene at the end between David Carradine and Uma Thurman. ~ Shawn Ashmore

Even when the thing I want most is right in front of me ... I keep thinking about how I'll just wind up losing it in the end ...
Kisa Shouta(Sekaiichi Hatsukoi)Vol.6 ch.4 ~ Shungiku Nakamura

Namorita: Why are you horning in on my action? Orka's an Atlantean criminal. I had the situation perfectly under control.

Nova: Yeah, I could tell that from the way you were hitting his fist with your face.

-- New Warriors (Vol 2) #0 ~ Jay Faerber

I want the moon, up there. But... he will always be unreachable. ~ Hotaru Odagiri

No thanks. This is a lovely dream, but it's a child's dream. I know some who'd argue the point, but I grew up long ago. - Rose Red (Fables: Vol.21, Happily Ever After) ~ Bill Willingham

I though I made it clear that harming you isn't high on my list of priorities." He shifts her in his hold so that while he is speaking, he is looking directly into her eyes. "And even if it was - which it isn't - I certainly wouldn't go about hurting you in such a half-coccked way, nor would I do it when your back was turned. As with most other things, I'd do it face-to-face and with finesse. ~ Nenia Campbell

Who Protects the Consumer? "It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest. We address ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities but of their advantages. Nobody but a beggar chuses to depend chiefly upon the benevolence of his fellow citizens." - Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations, vol. I, [>] ~ Milton Friedman

You're going to the ball?"
"Aren't you? I was led to believe we had no choice in the matter."
Vol cracks a wry smile. "Ah. You've met Kira, then."
"If that self-congratulatory guinea pig in my doorway this morning was Kira, then yes. We're acquainted. ~ Nenia Campbell