Quotes About Change

We're like the Comanches was two hundred years ago. We don't know what's goin to show up here come daylight. We don't even know what color they'll be.

There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God- who knows all that can be known- seems powerless to change.

Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick.

Real trouble doesnt begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they'd never imagined.

All of history [is] a rehearsal for its own extinction.

You are either going to have to find some other way to live or some other place in the world to do it in.

In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God—who knows all that can be known—seems powerless to change.

If I think about what I wanted as a kid and what I want now they aint the same thing. I guess what I wanted wasnt what I wanted. . . .Hell, I dont know what I want. Never did. . . . When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be. You get a little older and you pull back some on that. I tink you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain.

When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are going to be.... You get a little older and you pull back on some of that. I think you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain.

In the end, she had said, there will be nothing that cannot be simulated. And this will be the final abridgment of privilege. This is the world to come. Not some other. The only alternate is the surprise in those antic shapes burned into the concrete.

He looked at her. After a while he said: It's not about knowin where you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. Or anybody's. You don't start over. That's what it's about. Ever step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?

I dont know what to tell you, he wrote. Much has changed and yet everything is the same. I am the same. I always will be. I'm writing because there are things that I think you would like to know. I am writing because there are things I dont want to forget. Everything is gone from my life except you. I dont even know what that means. There are times when I cant stop crying. I'm sorry. I'll try again tomorrow

I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God—who knows all that can be known—seems powerless to change.

Avevo un lavoro dalle 9 alle 5. O meglio, dalle otto alle quattro. Poi le cose capitano come capitano. Non te lo chiedono prima. Non ti chiedono il permesso.

He said that like every man who comes to the end of something there was nothing to be done but to begin again.

The names of entities that have the power to constrain us change with time. Convention and authority are replaced by infirmity.

Meanin I guess that he seen somebody in a place low enough to where he ought to be ready to take a pretty big step.

You got good eyes, she said. Yes mam, he said. I always did. Well I guess so, she said. You dont normally start out with bad ones and they get better.

Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on the ground behind them.

So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

You might change your mind about what you hate to leave, he said.

Tu credi che quando ti svegli la mattina quello che è successo ieri non conta. Invece è l'unica cosa che conta. La tua vita è fatta dei giorni che hai vissuto. Non c'è altro. Magari pensi di poter scappare via e cambiare nome o non so cosa, di ricominciare daccapo. E poi una mattina ti svegli, guardi il soffitto, e indovina chi è la persona sdraiata nel letto?

It was the theory of the week. For about a year.

Se le regole che hai seguito ti hanno portato fino a questo punto, a che servono quelle regole?