{"quotes":[{"text":"The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.","author":"Dave Eggers","tags":["animals","depravity","desert","friends","jungle","men","mundanity"],"id":7536,"author_id":"Dave+Eggers"},{"text":"As he plods behind Cameron and Summer, he can’t help but stare at Summer’s exposed, glistening skin. His thoughts aren’t depraved or even mildly in the splasher. In fact, he focuses on the marks of cruelty crisscrossing her back, stomach, and shoulders. He trudges along, drenched, feet swollen, constantly searching for even a hint of a breeze, all while being forced to stare at the alarming network of burns traversing Summer’s delicate skin. This latticework of hate reveals a brutal truth—one he can scarcely comprehend. Yes, he’s glimpsed and felt her scars before, but this is the first time he’s really, truly seen the severity and extent of her life as a slave. With each step, he must digest the monstrosities of her past, leaving him utterly devastated.","author":"Laura Kreitzer","tags":["brutality","dystopian","jungle","romance","scifi","slavery"],"id":24151,"author_id":"Laura+Kreitzer"},{"text":"In an endless jungle of websites with text-based content, a beautiful image with a lot of space and colour can be like walking into a clearing. It's a relief.","author":"David McCandless","tags":["beautiful","walking","jungle "],"id":33046,"author_id":"David+McCandless"},{"text":"Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.","author":"Tahir Shah","tags":["expedition","journey","jungle","sanity","team"],"id":33733,"author_id":"Tahir+Shah"},{"text":"I was moved beyond words. The train ride over the mountains from lake Titticaca to Cusco reminded me of Africa where I grew up; and 4 days walking on the Inca Trail, then more in the jungle, just magnificent - time, space, and splendour. Our planet is superb!","author":"Jay Woodman","tags":["inca-trail","jungle","lake","mountains","planet","space","time","walking"],"id":38236,"author_id":"Jay+Woodman"},{"text":"I think one of the coolest things you can do is disappear for a while, because it gives you the chance to re-emerge. To sort of pounce out of the jungle.","author":"Josh Homme","tags":["jungle","think","you "],"id":41422,"author_id":"Josh+Homme"},{"text":"We are only chance visitants to this jungle of blind mutations. The natural world existed when we did not, and it will continue to exist long after we are gone. The supernatural crept into life only when the door of consciousness was opened in our heads. The moment we stepped through that door, we walked out on nature. Say what we will about it and deny it till we die--we are blighted by our knowing what is too much to know and too secret to tell one another if we are to stride along our streets, work at our jobs, and sleep in our beds. It is the knowledge of a race of beings that is only passing through this shoddy cosmos.","author":"Thomas Ligotti","tags":["blight","blighted","blind","blindness","chance","consciousness","cosmos","death","evolution","exist","existence","jungle","knowing","knowledge","mutations","natural","secret","supernatural","visitants","world"],"id":90217,"author_id":"Thomas+Ligotti"},{"text":"What was it like then to witness the transformation wrought by this construction? A geometric idea of precision suddenly imposed on a landscape, lived on and in for centuries. The land itself like a body submitted to military discipline. Or like a mind, tutored along certain acceptable pathways, so that finally all that lies outside certain avenues of thought begins to assume an air of unreality.The land of course is still there. Only now it has receded into the background. It is what you see in your peripheral vision as you speed down the highway. The complexity of it, the intricate presence of it, has been reduced now to a single word, jungle. If once you breathed its breath or slept surrounded by its dark or wakened with its light, you no longer remember. You tell yourself life has improved. The jungle is in the past. To enter it is to stray from the path, or to be pulled down into some unknown depth. It is an exotic place, intriguing but also unpredictable, uncontrolled, threatening the well-paved order of existence.","author":"Susan Griffin","tags":["change","civilization","construction","jungle","land","solastalgia"],"id":94784,"author_id":"Susan+Griffin"},{"text":"Life is a zoo in a jungle.","author":"Peter De Vries","tags":["life is a","zoo","jungle "],"id":95209,"author_id":"Peter+De+Vries"},{"text":"Where everything is words, you'd think I'd have some mastery and know my way around, but all this churning hatred, each man a verbal firing squad, immeasurable suspicions, a flood of mocking, angry talk, all of life a vicious debate, conversations in which there is nothing that cannot be said...No, I'd be better off in the jungle, I thought, where a roar's a roar and no one is hard put to miss its meaning.","author":"Philip Roth","tags":["firing-squad","jungle","mastery","suspicions","words"],"id":119111,"author_id":"Philip+Roth"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":38,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}