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“The truth is I was addicted to being beautiful, and that’s not something you just walk away from. Being addicted to all that attention, I had to quit cold turkey. I could shave my head, but hair grows back. Even bald, I might still look too good. Bald, I might get even more attention. There was the option of getting fat or drinking out of control to ruin my looks, but I wanted to be ugly, and I wanted my health. Wrinkles and aging looked too far off. There had to be some way to get ugly in a flash. I had to deal with my looks in a fast, permanent way or I’d always be tempted to go back.”

“A motion picture, or music, or television, they have to maintain a certain decorum in order to be broadcast to a vast audience. Other forms of mass media cost too much to produce a risk reaching only a limited audience. Only one person. But a book. . . . A book is cheap to print and bind. A book is as private and consensual as sex. A book takes time and effort to consume - something that gives a reader every chance to walk away. Actually, so few people make the effort to read that it's difficult to call books a "mass medium." No one really gives a damn about books. No one has bothered to ban a book in decades.”

Book:Haunted

“[Emily se ptá Madison na kluky ta převipráví co jí řekli zákařné spolužačky o rozmnožování] A podle toho co mi řekli, kluci tak zoufale touží líbíat se s holkama z jendoho jediného důvodu: totiž při každé puse jim o něco poporoste frantík. Čím víc holek kluk líbá, tím delšího frantíka nakonec má – a ti klici, kteří se pyšní tím nejdelším, potom získají nejlíp placená místa a neprestižnější pracovní místa. *str185-186*”

“The point was, there'd be nothing to this if you were beautiful and sexy. The point was, in a world where everybody had to look so pretty all the time, this guy wasn't. The monkey wasn't. What they were doing wasn't. The point was, it's not the sex part of pornography that hooked the stupid little boy. It was the confidence. The courage. The complete lack of shame. The comfort and genuine honesty. The up-front-ness of being able to just stand there and tell the world: Yeah, this is how I chose to spend a free afternoon. Posing here with a monkey putting chestnuts up my ass. And I really don't care how I look. Or what you think. So deal with it. He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.”

“I want to do a line of toys called ‘The Better Tomorrow Toys.’ They’re going to be designed so that if a child had an IQ below a certain level, they wouldn’t survive the toy. So you weed out the gene pool at a young age. Stupid kids are not nearly as dangerous as stupid adults, so let’s take them out when they’re young. I know it sounds cruel, but it’s a reasonable expectation.” He laughs and says, “Of course that’s all a joke. Just like the line of toys I want to do for blind kids, called ‘Out of Sight Toys’ …”

“Old-time ranchers planted cheatgrass because it would green up fast in the spring and provide early forage for grazing cattle,” Oyster says, nodding his head at the world outside. This first patch of cheatgrass was in southern British Columbia, Canada, in 1889. But fire spreads it. Every year, it dries to gunpowder, and now land that used to burn every ten years, it burns every year. And the cheatgrass recovers fast. Cheatgrass loves fire. But the native plants, the sagebrush and desert phlox, they don’t. And every year it burns, there’s more cheatgrass and less anything else. And the deer and antelope that depended on those other plants are gone now. So are the rabbits. So are the hawks and owls that ate the rabbits. The mice starve, so the snakes that ate the mice starve. Today, cheatgrass dominates the inland deserts from Canada to Nevada, covering an area over twice the size of the state of Nebraska and spreading by thousands of acres per year. The big irony is, even cattle hate cheatgrass, Oyster says. So the cows, they eat the rare native bunch grasses. What’s left of them... “When you think about it from a native plant perspective,” Oyster says, “Johnny Appleseed was a fucking biological terrorist.” Johnny Appleseed, he says, might as well be handing out smallpox.”

“Cały świat poszatkowany opłotkami i ograniczeniami szybkości, podzielony na strefy, obłożony podatkami i regulacjami prawnymi, a wszyscy zarejestrowani, pod kontrolą, znani z adresu i nagrań. I gdzie tu miejsce na przygodę, no chyba że taką, którą da się kupić? Na kolejce górskiej. W kinie. Przecież wiadomo, że dinozaury nie pożrą dzieci. Publiczność na pokazach próbnych wykluczyła możliwość wszelkich poważnych katastrof. A skoro szansa na realną katastrofę, realne ryzyko, nie istnieje, nie mamy też szansy na realne zbawianie. Realne porywy. Realne podniecenie. Na frajdę. Odkrycie. Innowację. Prawo, dzięki któremu jesteśmy bezpieczni, to samo prawo skazuje nas na nudę. Nie mając dostępu do prawdziwego chaosu, nigdy nie osiągniemy prawdziwego pokoju. Oby nie było gorzej, bo lepiej nie będzie.”