The Noise Is A Man Unfiltered, And Without A Filter, A Man Is Just Chaos Walking.

The Noise is a man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

The Knife of Never Letting Go; Patrick Ness

But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hands and puts it in the world amd it never goes back again.

The Knife of Never Letting Go, Page 83-84; Patrick Ness

Sometimes I forget what I was going to say. Sometimes I remember things everyone else has forgotten for ever and always. Does that ever happen to you?

Delirium, The Sandman: Season of Mists Neil Gaiman

I am myself still. This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How is anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?

The Unicorn (The Last Unicorn; Chapter 8)

Then yield thee, coward And live to be the show and gaze o' the time: We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, 'Here may you see the tyrant.'

Macduff, Macbeth; William Shakespeare

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, other would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart bear, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

Middlemarch; George Eliot