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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

This book combines a travel narrative with a philosophical inquiry, examining the concepts of quality, truth, and the nature of reality. The author reflects on these ideas while on a motorcycle journey with his son, engaging in discussions that delve into the essence of human values and the pursuit of meaning in life. more

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Robert M. Pirsig
Robert M. Pirsig

Robert M. Pirsig was an American writer best known for his philosophical novel 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.' This work combines philosophical thinking with travel adventure, exploring the concepts of quality, value, and the meaning of life. more

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“Le deiezioni sono una grande costante dell'umanità, mia cara, qualcosa che ci rende tutti uguali. Per questo è importante. Comunque respirano, mangiano, riempiono vasi da notte che altri svuoteranno, mettono figli in grembo alle mogli, svuotano i lombi in grembo alle amanti, pregano Dio se sono devoti, sparano a uno uguale a loro, con una divisa diversamente colorata, se sono patrioti. E poi vanno a finire sottoterra. È una vita questa? I poveri almeno hanno l'alibi che devono ammazzarsi di lavoro, e la vita sfugge loro fra le mani. Ma i ricchi… i ricchi la sprecano, la gettano via. Uno invece deve dargli un senso alla vita.”

“I already made icing. I told you not to buy any." "Oops," I said, taking another scoop. "Looks like I messed up again. Guess I'll have to eat this." He glanced toward me, giving a pointed look to the two containers I had set beside me. "All of it?" he asked. "Maybe if you're nice, I'll share...But considering you've already met your niceness quote for the year, I wouldn't bet on it. And you can't have any sprinkles." "There goes my reason for living." "I thought that was to make me miserable.”

“Pip was trembling with fatigue. "I gotta sit down." He made it to a chair before he collapsed and Cassie was immediately there with a medikit, pulling up his shirt, examining gel patches. He'd felt them stop working some time ago and they were now dried and covered in dirt. "Stop trying to get my clothes off, woman!" He made a weak attempt to fend her off, but she smacked his hands away.”