Archive for the Quotes Category


Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags , , , , , on March 3, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

If (an excerpt from the poem by Rudyard Kipling)

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;



Posted in Quotes with tags , , , on March 1, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Conclusions (a quote by Friedrich Nietzsche)

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.


Posted in Prose, Quotes with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Voting (spoken by Spider Jerusalem, a character in the graphic novel Transmetropolitan, written by Warren Ellis)

You want to know about voting. I’m here to tell you about voting. Imagine you’re locked in a huge underground night-club filled with sinners, whores, freaks and unnameable things that rape pitbulls for fun. And you ain’t allowed out until you all vote on what you’re going to do tonight. You like to put your feet up and watch “Republican Party Reservation”. They like to have sex with normal people using knives, guns, and brand new sexual organs you did not even know existed. So you vote for television, and everyone else, as far as your eye can see, votes to fuck you with switchblades. That’s voting. You’re welcome.


Posted in Quotes with tags , , , , , on February 21, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Acceptance (a quote from William Gibson during an interview in the documentary No Maps for These Territories)

(When asked what will save humanity)

“Acceptance. Acceptance of the impermanence of being. And acceptance of the imperfect nature of being, or possibly the perfect nature of being, depending on how one looks at it. Acceptance that this is not a rehearsal. That this is it.”


Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags , , , on February 6, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Reginald Shepherd, from his essay ‘To Make Me Who I Am (Poetry As A Way Out)’ from the Jan / Feb 2008 issue of Poets & Writers.

“It was his way of reminding me that art is the lie that tells the truth, and that the truth art tells need not be about oneself. While “honesty” might make the writer feel good about himself, it is beside the point in a poem.”

“Poetry was a species of redemption of self and world, an enterprise not to be entered upon lightly or without the utmost commitment, a commitment that required that one shed one’s own petty desires and ambitions (for praise, for fame, or even to write “a good poem”) in favor of what the poem wanted and needed: “Learn to be No-one in the voice of none… / Your living syllable.” “