Imagine, [Kriezler] said, that you enter a large, somewhat crumbling hall that echoes with the sounds of people mumbling and talking repetitively to themselves. All around you these people fall into prostrate positions, some of them weeping. Where are you? Sara's answer was immediate: in an asylum. Perhaps, Kreizler answered, but you could also be in a church. In the one place the behavior would be considered mad; in the other, not only san..
She has that quality, does the Hudson, as I imagine all great rivers do: the deep, abiding sense that those activities what take place on shore among human beings are of the moment, passing, and aren't the stories by way of which the greater tale of this planet will, in the end, be told.
It is never easier to understand the mind of a bomb-wielding anarchist than when standing amid a crush of those ladies and gentlemen who have the money and temerity to style themselves "New York Society."
It didn't make any more sense to me then than it does now, how life can pile troubles up on a man what don't deserve them, while letting some of the biggest jackasses and scoundrels alive waltz their way through long, untroubled existences.
belief that the answers one gives to life's crucial questions are never truly spontaneous; they are the embodiment of years of contextual experience, of the building of patterns in each of our lives that eventually grow to dominate our behavior.
We are not obligated to provide everyone who comes to this country with a good life," Morgan went on. "We are obligated to provide them with a chance to attain that life, through discipline and hard work. That chance is more than they have anywhere else. That is why they keep coming."
It is often difficult, I find, for people today to grasp the notion that one family, working through several restaurants could change the eating habit of an entire country. But such was the achievement of the Delmonicos in the United States of the last century. Before they opened their first small cafe on William Street in 1823, catering to the business and financial communities of Lower Manhattan, American food could generally be described..
I'd seen this happen several times before, in different institutions, but it was no less remarkable on each occasion: the words were like the flow of water over coals, taking away crackling heat and leaving only a steaming whisper, a perhaps momentary but nonetheless effective remission from deep-burning fire.
answers one gives to life's crucial questions are never truly spontaneous; they are the embodiment of years of contextual experience, of the building of patterns in each of our lives that eventually grow to dominate our behavior.
Kreizler emphasized that no good would come of conceiving of this person as a monster, because he was most assuredly a man (or a woman); and that man or woman had once been a child. First and foremost, we must get to know that child, and to know his parents, his siblings, his complete world. It was pointless to talk about evil and barbarity and madness; none of these concepts would lead us any closer to him. But if we could capture the huma..
They'll want him to be mad, of course,' Laszlo mused, not hearing me. 'The doctors here, the newspapers, the judges; they'd like to think that only a madman would shoot a five-year-old girl in the head. It creates certain ... difficulties, if we are forced to accept that our society can produce sane men who commit such acts.
Whatever I thought right seemed bad to others; whatever seemed wrong to me, others approved of. I ran into feuds wherever I found myself, I met disfavor wherever I went; if I longed for happiness, I only stirred up misery; so I had to be called "Woeful": Woe is all I possess."
The hateful relationship between Japheth Dury and his mother must, we reasoned, have spilled over into self-hatred, as well--for how could any boy despised by his mother fail to question his own worth?
But my cognitive brain fought back hard, telling me that I knew these scenarios were unlikely, that whatever rationalizations she might have for the staging of the four deaths we knew of, to say nothing of her manipulations of other people, including me, would prove inadequate. I even tried the habit that Mike and I consistently warned our students against, listening to my gut; but all my gut told me was that I had fallen in love with a gir..
It is never easier to understand the mind of a bomb-wielding anarchist than when standing amid a crush of those ladies and gentlemen who have the money and the temerity to style themselves "New York Society."
No, since we began this case, another possibility has presented itself to me--the thought that, although my mother cared for her children, their welfare was simply not her first priority. And the real question is not why that should have been so, but why it should have been such a difficult theory to either formulate or accept--why, indeed, it should have taken a murder case to make me think of it. After all, a man who makes his children of..
Lawyers like that, as I've told you, generally think they have nothing to learn from Jesus Christ himself when it comes to being saviors with a mission. Annoying them is like falling off of a log, really.
A man can be a bachelor, and still be a man--because of his mind, his character, his work. But a woman without children? She's a spinster, Stevie--and a spinster is always something less than a woman.
It isn't really possible for men to understand how much the world doesn't want women to be complete people. The most important thing a woman can be, in our society--more important, even, than honest or decent--is identifiable. Even when Libby's evil--perhaps most of all when she's evil--she's easy to categorize, to stick to a board with a pin like some scientific specimen. Those men in Stillwater are terrified of her because being terrified..
what if our murderer viewed his current work as just that sort of protection? Could Sara shift her point of view enough to grasp that every victim and situation leading up to a murder resonated within the killer to a distant experience of threat and violence and led him for reasons that we had not yet fully defined to take angry measures in his own defense?
Inevitably, I became distracted by tales that I knew held no promise for us--accounts of murders that had long since been solved, or whose salient characteristics were nothing like those of our case--but which were so morbidly fascinating on their own merits that I had to see how they turned out.
Tak kotoraia iz nikh -- nastoiashchaia ona? -- uzhe edva ne vopil ia, chuvstvuia, chto nachinaiu zaputyvat'sia, i ne ochen'-to etomu raduias'. -- Ni ta, ni drugaia, Stivi, -- ob'iasnila miss Govard, nemnogo sniziv temp radi menia. -- Ee nastoiashchee ia davnym-davno razbilos' vdrebezgi. A raznye personazhi, kotorymi ona prikidyvaetsia, -- i est' te oskolki, kazhdyi po otdel'nosti, bolee ne sviazannye mezhdu soboi. Nam poka ne izvestny osoby..
Nu iasnoe delo, chto on agnostik, -- vmeshalsia mister Pikton. -- On zhe advokat. V nashem mire mozhet byt' tol'ko odin vysochaishii spasitel', i advokaty predpochitaiut samolichno ispolniat' etu rol'.
P198 Describe John Moore's brother's death: but at heart I believe now, as I believed then, that it was essentially the result of growing up in a household, and a world, where emotional expression of any kind was at best frowned on and at worst strangled. Unfortunately, I'd stated this opinion during the funeral, and was nearly forced into an asylum as a result.
P252 Habit dooms us all to fight out the battle of life upon the lines of our nurture or our early choice, and to make the best of a pursuit that disagrees, because there is no other for which we are fitted, and it is too late to begin again.
Govoriu tebe, sen'orita Stivi, -- v dzhungliakh v svoikh stranstviiakh ia videl, est' krest'iane, chto zhivut riadom s logovami i okhotnich'imi zemliami tigrov. Nekotorye iz etikh tigrov ubivaiut liudei -- nekotorye net. Nikto ne znaet, pochemu. No vse znaiut, chto tigry, kotorye ubivaiut, dolzhny umeret', -- potomu chto raz napivshis' krovi cheloveka, oni ne mogut ot nee otvyknut'.
V moei zhizni chasten'ko byvali zhenshchiny, no ni odna ne smogla vselit' v menia te mechty, chto ia odnazhdy razdelil s Ket na kukhne u doktora. Sdaetsia mne, vse eto umerlo vmeste s nei; i esli komu vdrug pokazhetsia strannym, chto takoe prikliuchilos' so mnoi stol' rano, ia lish' skazhu, chto te, kto vyros na ulitsakh, vsio delaiut slishkom rano -- slishkom rano i slishkom bystro.