W. V. O. Quine – On what there is

If the notion of Pegasus had been so obscure or so basic a one that no pat translation into a descriptive phrase had offered itself along familiar lines, we could still have availed ourselves of the following artificial and trivial-seeming device: we could have appealed to the ex hypothesi unanalyzable, irreducible attribute of being Pegasus, adopting, for its expression, the verb „is-Pegasus‟, or „pegasizes‟. The noun „Pegasus‟ itself could then be treated as derivative, and identified after all with a description: „the thing that is-Pegasus‟, „the thing that pegasizes‟.

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R. Linklater – Waking Life

We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we’re involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be.

F. Dostoyevsky – Crime and Punishment

We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it’s one little room, like a bath house in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is? I sometimes fancy it like that.

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A. Levin – The Instructions

Bam said, ” Only if you promise to quit talking about girls in front of me because when you talk about girls, Maholtz, it makes me want to hide every girl in the world in a castle you can’t get to and I don’t have a castle much less one you can’t get to and even if I did have a castle you couldn’t get to, it wouldn’t be big enough for all those girls, so promise?’

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