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I am for the muscles. I would like to have a lot of muscles, because women like it. I'm for bodybuilding, but it's very exhausting.

Michel Houellebecq
 
Veel matig werk van 'm maar Factotum is denk ik toch een van het betere. Tijdens interviews is hij vaak veel beter dan het werk.
 
Toen de nazi's de communisten arresteerden, heb ik gezwegen;
ik was immers geen communist.

Toen ze de sociaaldemocraten gevangenzetten, heb ik gezwegen;
ik was immers geen sociaaldemocraat.

Toen ze de vakbondsleden kwamen halen, heb ik niet geprotesteerd;
ik was immers geen vakbondslid.

Toen ze de Joden opsloten, heb ik niet geprotesteerd;
ik was immers geen Jood.

Toen ze mij kwamen halen was er niemand meer, die nog protesteren kon.

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—Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)

(er is wel wat controverse over de totstandkoming van dit gedicht dat ik, voor het gemak, achterwege laat)
 
Wie niet meecreëert is een deserteur van de schepping.
Gerrit Komrij
 
De gedachten zijn vrij (vertaling uit het Duits)

Wie raadt ze daarbinnen?
Zij dansen voorbij
Als nacht'lijke schimmen
Geen mens kan ze naken
Geen jager ze raken
Laat wezen wat zij:
De gedachten zijn vrij!

Ik denk mij wat ik wil
In heimlijke dromen
Haar zoetheid laat ik stil
Mijn harte doorstromen
Mijn wens en begeren
Kan niemand mij weren
Laat wezen wat zij:
De gedachten zijn vrij!

En spert men mij geboeid
In duistere toren
Hun zorgen en moeit'
Gaan alle verloren
Gedachten als vuren
Doen storten de muren
En zold'ring daarbij!
De gedachten zijn vrij!

Daarom wil ik immer,
de zorgen verjagen,
en zal mij ook nimmer
met spoken meer plagen
Men kan toch daar binnen,
steeds lachen en minnen
en denken, wat ook zij:
de gedachten zijn vrij!
 
Farewell to Life (vertaling uit het Duits)

My deep wound burns; my pale lips quake in death,
I feel my fainting heart resign its strife,
And reaching now the limit of my life,
Lord, to thy will I yield my parting breath!

Yet many a dream hath charm'd my youthful eye;
And must life's fairy visions all depart;
Oh surely no! for all that fired my heart
To rapture here, shall live with me on high.

And that fair form that won my earliest vow,
That my young spirit prized all else above,
And now adored as freedom, now as love,
Stands in seraphic guise, before me now.

And as my fading senses fade away,
It beckons me, on high, to realms of endless day!


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—Theodor Körner (1791–1813)
 
Hyperions Schicksalslied

Ihr wandelt droben im Licht
Auf weichem Boden, selige Genien!
Glänzende Götterlüfte
Rühren euch leicht,
Wie die Finger der Künstlerin
Heilige Saiten.

Schicksallos, wie der schlafende
Säugling, atmen die Himmlischen;
Keusch bewahrt
In bescheidener Knospe,
Blühet ewig
Ihnen der Geist,
Und die seligen Augen
Blicken in stiller
Ewiger Klarheit.

Doch uns ist gegeben,
Auf keiner Stätte zu ruh'n;
Es schwinden, es fallen
Die leidenden Menschen
Blindlings von einer
Stunde zur andern,
Wie Wasser von Klippe
Zu Klippe geworfen,
Jahrlang in's Ungewisse hinab.
You wander above in the light
on soft ground, blessed genies!
Blazing, divine breezes
brush by you as lightly
as the fingers of the player
on her holy strings.

Fateless, like sleeping
infants, the divine beings breathe,
chastely protected
in modest buds,
blooming eternally
their spirits,
and their blissful eyes
gazing in mute,
eternal clarity.

Yet there is granted us
no place to rest;
we vanish, we fall -
the suffering humans -
blind from one
hour to another,
like water thrown from cliff
to cliff,
for years into the unknown depths.

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—Friedrich Hölderlin (1770–1843)
 
"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one."

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—Bernard Shaw (1856 –1950)
 
"The further a society drifts from the truth the more it will hate those that speak it."

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—George Orwell (1903–1950) (Orwell on Truth)
 
“Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you that way.”

—Christopher Hitchens (1949–2011)

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"I don’t want the past back. I just think we chose the wrong future."

—Peter Hitchens (1951–)
 
Do not go gentle into that good night
  • Schrijver: Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)
  • Stem: Anthony Hopkins
  • Muziek: Atis Freivalds - For Her

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 
Mijn lerares Nederlands op de middelbare school zei regelmatig:

Lang gewacht, stil gezwegen. Niet verwacht, toch gekregen.

Een citaat dat ik best vaak toepasselijk vind en me altijd is bijgebleven.
 
Charity is the filthiest invention of the human mind: first you steal what belongs to everyone; then you use the law and various other means to protect it. You give charity to prevent the have-nots from rebelling against you. It also makes you feel less guilty. All do-gooders feel ‘high’ when they do good.
—U.G. Krishnamurti

(In het kader van de warmste week die hier in Vlaanderen opnieuw aan de gang is. Er zitten gelukkig ook veel waarachtig goede doelen bij die niks met armoedebestrijding, opvang voor daklozen enz te maken hebben.)
 
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I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do
I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad
I thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had

Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough.
be self-taught
it is your life

You will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with fire
Go all the way
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

Be on the watch
There are ways out
There is a light somewhere
It may not be much light but
It beats the darkness

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Your life is your life
Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.

Beware the knowers
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
and then they will hate you

if you’re going to try, go all the way
do it, do it, do it. do it.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity
change your tone and shape so often that they can
never categorize you.

all the way
if you’re going to try, go all the way

Your life is your life.
Know it while you have it
 
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