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Burn Quotes - page 31
The whole of human history is nothing new, the whole of your personal story is nothing true, you can do with it whatever you want to do-flick a switch, scratch the record off, look behind the veil. Anything you don't want, discard; anything that hurts, let go. None of it's real, you know-all that pain, all that regret, all that doubt, not thin enough, not a good enough mum, not a good enough son, not a good enough bum. You are enough; you're enough; there's nothing you can buy or try on that's going to make you any better, because you couldn't be any better than you are. Drag your past around if you like, an old dead decaying ox of what you think they might've thought or what might've been if you'd done what you ought. That which needs to burn, let it burn. If the idea doesn't serve you, let it go. If it separates you from the moment, from others, from yourself, let it go.
Russell Brand
But if you want to think about something really funny, consider how the titles of tyrants change. We shall suffer no more Emperors, Kings, Czars, Shahs, or Caesars, to lop off our limbs and burn our homes, kiddo, defile our women and bugger our boys; the masses make such appointments now; the masses love tyranny; they demand it; they dance to it; they feel that their hand is forming the First Citizen's Fist; so we shall murder more modestly in future: beneath the banners of Il Duce, Der Führer, the General Secretary or the Party Chairman, the CEO of something. I suspect that the first dictator of this country will be called Coach.
William H. Gass
I had to go through with it, and I turned around and she was nude except for hose and shoes, and then I saw the wounds. It was at the loins; it was a birthmark or something, a burn, a seared place, a pitiful, dry, vacant place where flesh was gone, where the thighs suddenly became small and shriveled and the flesh seemed dead. I closed my jaws and then I said, "What--that? Is that all, just that? It's nothing, a mere trifle."
John Fante