We patronize the animals for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they are more finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.
Henry Beston (via kanshikan)

Watch this. It’s only three minutes of your time but could change your life.

Every time you spend money, you’re casting a vote for the world you want.
Anne Lappe
What I never get any complaints about, of course, is the violence. And this is uniquely American here, that I can describe, in exquisite detail, an axe entering a man’s skull and splattering blood and brains. Not a peep. I describe a penis entering a vagina in equivalent detail; the world has ended.
George R.R. Martin
I really don’t give a shit about fast cars and mansions or making lots of money. I know that other people really give enough shit about that stuff to really do horrible things. But I think less people would if they knew there was something better out there.
The Montana House
Unless we’re really living it, we’re just talking about it, and I want to do more than just talk about it.
The Montana House
I heard the screams of my dying father, as his body was ravaged by the cancer that killed him. And I realised I had heard those screams before: in the slaughter house, their eyes stabbed out and their tendons slashed; on the cattle ships to the Middle East; and the dying mother whale, as a harpoon explodes in her brain, as she calls out to her calf – their cries were the cries of my father, and I discovered that when we suffer, we suffer as equals.
Philip Wollen
Death and Love seem to walk on either hand as I go through life: they are the only things I think of, their wings shadow me.
Oscar Wilde
Sometimes it takes an outsider to see what’s beautiful in someone’s life.
Malcolm Gladwell
Fiction is a great good in the world.
Zadie Smith

Here in Australia, this is what has been happening over the past few days. The media is largely ignoring it, despite it being one of the largest protests in this country’s history. My state has also just passed laws that will come into effect in September that put restrictions on protesting which could lead to two years imprisonment. Our Prime Minister won’t even acknowledge that this has been happening.

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Sin, not prosperity, engenders grief
Agamemnon, Aeschylus
The sage’s skill who summoned
Dead flesh to rise from darkness
And live a second time;
Lest murder cheaply mended
Invite men’s hands to crime.
Agamemnon, Aeschylus
She left, to hear the Zephyr breathe
Agamemnon, Aeschylus
They sent forth men to battle,
But no such men return;
And home, to claim their welcome,
Come ashes in an urn.
Agamemnon, Aeschylus