Nietzsche Key Ideas Novels & Stories

"We've been through a lot lately, and I can't always tell what you're thinking." Ironic, I thought, since my very survival depended upon reading the faces and understanding the motives of others. Although to be fair, most people's thoughts and motives were pretty easy to figure out. It didn't take a fucking rocket scientist to realize that the vast majority of the low lifes I came in contact with were after one of only one of four things: money, power, drugs or sex. They wanted to use money to gain drugs and sex, or power to gain sex and money, or any other combination thereof. And it all really came down to power. Nietzsche was right, I realized. The guy had lived so long ago, and yet, he h

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche~ Lorena Ciecro POV

A gesture apparent enough in the fragmented darkness of the hotel room to have imprinted itself on me. Aryan propagation was an ideal to Hitler and his madmen. The elephant man wasn’t about ideals. His vision involved a future steeped in chaos. Randomness. Entropy. All of these, as it happened, were natural cousins of inevitability, which the woman had hinted at when she said, “It is beyond our control.” This was actually an idea that had been turning over in the back of my head for some time now. Inevitability could be broken down, as I saw it, into three categories: orchestration, which I’ve already touched on; natural order, which needs no commentary; and predestiny, the strictly metaphys

I, November Starkey, I am a different person. People also say that a man's poison is another man's meat. What is bad for Joaquin may not be bad for me. I have also been to clubs, and it almost destroyed me, but that was because I went into the infamous Nightlife as a minor. Now, I am grown, and no longer a minor. I can handle my liquor. I am smarter now. So, in this case, I will use a famous adage by the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, which says, “what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.” This Nightlife style of living I have indulged myself into will make me stronger. At dawn, I will walk out of the club a brand new person.

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”

he countered, "but that is... what's the human expression? Next to the point?" "Beside the point," I ground out. "Yes!" Uisdean smiled in delight. "Words again, so lovely. It is beside the point because Nietzsche was a poet and also a composer." "What?" I blinked; totally unprepared for this fairy to know more than I did about a human. "I don't believe Nietzsche would be as offended by our feast as you are," Uisdean mused. "I think he would agree with me when I say; you're letting your slave morality cloud your reason."