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“Pleasure demands constant and repeated stimulation to be felt by the common mind. If it is a book, one must finish one and move on to the next; if it is music, one must listen to one and then start another. This is an endless cycle. And since the pleasure derived from such things is temporary, the only way to sustain it is to develop some form of addiction to them.”

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“Ne znam za vas, ali meni već dugo za rukom ne polazi da pronađem izvor žudnje. Ne, ne mislim na žudnju za bolom ili žudnju za mučenjem – one su me samo podstakle da se pitam odakle žudnja kao takva. Šta je to što u nama pali i razgoreva vatru? Zašto nam je toliko teško da pronađemo čime ćemo je ugasiti? I kad to otkrijemo – i kad je ugasimo – kako to da u pepelu uvek ima iskri koje i dalje tinjaju i koje će nas, kad-tad, ponovo zapaliti? Odričemo se svega, pa i sebe, samo da bismo nakratko utolili tu glupu glad, utažili tu upornu žeđ... Čemu to? Čemu žudnja? Ko bi to znao? I onda sam se probudio sa odgovorom. Žudnja je tu da bismo mogli da plačemo za zadovoljstvom i posredstvom zadovoljstva je dospela u svet... A zadovoljstvo je tu da ne bismo presvisli od bola i od patnje, čiji potpisi stoje na tapiji sveta.”

“It's always been a choice-- every weapon a tool, every tool a weapon, every banana slip a joke, every song a scream of fear, pain, or pleasure, every flower a perfume, a ballet, a color splash grown from the soil of both harvest and destruction. It's always been a choice. Whether the direction you choose is foggy or clear. Where do you look? What do you look at? What do you hear?”

“Here is my belief. The first man was jealous of the first woman. Her lightning was too powerful, her screams and moans loud enough to wake up the dead. That man could never accept that the gods would gift the weaker woman with such riches, so before every girl becomes a woman, man sets up to steal it, cut it away, and throw it in the bush. But the gods put it there, hid it deep so that no man would have business going to find it. Man will pay for this.”