Empty Quotes - page 42
The hotel wasn't that empty, however. Soon an old man walked unsteadily out of the nearby lounge and plopped himself into a big easy chair beside the piano. There, he slowly sipped his wine and watched me play. I felt distracted and uneasy, trapped on the bench where at any moment he might request one of his favourite tunes, one I most likely did not know how to play. [...] He said me: Who will play your music if you don't do it yourself?
Michael Jones
There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened. Don't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!
Tom Stoppard
Now all that was left 'neath the bad-smelling sky
was my big empty factory...
the Lorax...
and I.
The Lorax said nothing.
Just gave me a glance,
just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance,
as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.
And I'll never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.
And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks with the one word:
UNLESS.
Dr. Seuss
My illness is alive, the threats to my life are real; yet it is only my death I feel, only the lessening made by my own loss. I am gone, Kohler, right now; and who is so dead as one so dead to a moment of life that life can't raise him up? Not to be here, not to see tomorrow-which, when I see it I shall find as stupid and empty as I found today-is appalling, Kohler, appalling... to slip into the insignificance of history like a thought held in a dream...
William H. Gass
I watch the sea and the sky; sometimes I wade in the surf and build roads in the sand. At night I study the stars.”
"You have no friends?”
"No.”
"And what of the future?”
"The future stops at ‘now'.”
"As to that, I am not so sure,” said Shimrod. "It is at best a half-truth.”
"What of that? Half a truth is better than none: do you not agree?”
"Not altogether,” said Shimrod. "I am a practical man, I try to control the shape of the ‘nows' which lie in the offing, instead of submitting to them as they occur.”
Melancthe gave an uninterested shrug. "You are free to do as you like.” Leaning back in the divan, she looked out across the sea.
Shimrod finally spoke. "Well then: are you ‘good' or ‘bad'?”
"I don't know.”
Shimrod became vexed. "Talking with you is like visiting an empty house.
Jack Vance
Every morning I have been looking at CNN to see if there is any reason for hope. I see a few large and impressive peace protests here and there around the world, but mostly I see empty robot faces monotonously reciting the magic incantations, "We must support the President" and "We must support our troops", both of which mean the killing must continue.
Robert Anton Wilson
