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A few years before, it had taken her three days to dispose of the Easter chick she had found dead on the sawdust in the bottom of her wastebasket.
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Hey, listen," I said. "You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?" I realized it was only one chance in a million." --
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life
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something happens, and the words get synchronized with the person's heartbeats, and then you're actually praying without ceasing...
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However I have thought of you frequently and of the extremely pleasant afternoon we spent in each other's company on April 30, 1944 between 3:45 and 4:15 P. M. in case it slipped your mind.
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I have a feeling that you're riding for some terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind. This fall I think you're riding for--it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit the bottom. He just keeps falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with...
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perceptive
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Kimse beni tanimasin, ben kimseyi tanimayayim, bu yeterdi. Dusundum, sagir-dilsizmisim gibi numara yapardim. Boylece, hic kimseyle o salak konusmalari yapmak zorunda kalmazdim. Biri bana bir sey demek istediginde bir kagida yazar, bana uzatirdi. Bundan bir sure sonra sikilinca da, omrumun sonuna kadar insanlarla konusmaktan kurtulurdum. Herkes beni sagir-dilsiz herifin teki sanir, beni rahat birakirdi. ... Eger evlenmek filan istersem de gi..
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He calls me Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948.
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But you don't have to be a bad guy to depress somebody-you can be a good guy and do it.
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depress
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don-t
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Nobody knows how to do it except the Egyptians. Even modern science.
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Hi,' he said. He always said it like he was terrifically bored or terrifically tired. He didn't want you to think he was visiting you or anything. He wanted you to think he'd come in by mistake, for God's sake.
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Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy.
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Every morning, in his extreme loneliness, the Laughing Man stole off (he was as graceful on his feet as a cat) to the dense forest surrounding the bandits' hideout. There he befriended any number and species of animals: dogs, white mice, eagles, lions, boa constrictors, wolves. Moreover, he removed his mask and spoke to them, softly, melodiously, in their own tongues. They did not think him ugly.
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tmm an mzkhrfty khh twy mjlh strdy ywnyng pst w an jwr mjlh h twy khrykhtwrh my khshnd khh mrdhyy r nshn my dhd khh gwshh khybn h mthl khwkh tyrkhwrdh ystdh nd, chwn m`shwqh shn dyr khrdh st - yn h hmh sh drwG w mzkhrf st. gr dkhtr mwq`y khh sr w`dh sh my ayd khwshgl w dlrb bshd, chh khsy bh dyr amdnsh hmyt my dhd?
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The thing is, most of the time when you're coming pretty close to doing it with a girl - a girl that isn't a prostitute or anything, I mean - she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Most guys don't. I can't help it. You never know whether they really want you to stop, or whether they're just scared as hell, or whether they're just telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame'll be on you not the..
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A lot of people, especially this one psychoanalyst guy they have here, keeps asking me if I'm going apply myself when I go back to school next September. It's such a stupid question, in my opinion. I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.
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Tova e edin ot malko izvestnite epizodi v biografiiata mi, no ot men da mine, shche go razkazha. Na okolo devet godini nechuvano me blazneshe mis'lta, che s'm nai-b'rziiat begach v sveta. Tova, neka dobavia, e edno stranno, nevkliucheno v uchebnata programa samomnenie, koeto trudno umira, i dori sega, na svr'khzasednalite si chetiriiset godini, az se vizhdam kak prefuchavam -- s gradski drekhi -- pokrai tumbi ot belezhiti, no zap'khteni oli..
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Eto naprimer nie si d'rzhakhme r'tsete neprek'snato. Razbira se, tova ne e mnogo neshcho, no s neia e strakhotno da si d'rzhish r'tsete. Povecheto momicheta, kato im ulovish r'kata, d'rzhat ia kato umriala v tvoiata ili p'k misliat, che triabva da si m'rdat r'kata, kato che li se boiat da ne se otegchish ili neshcho podobno. A s Dzhein ne beshe taka. Shche vlezem v niakoe kino pri neshcho podobno i vednaga shche si khvanem r'tsete i niama d..
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I'm not too sure what the name of the song was that he was playing when I came in, but whatever it was, he was really stinking it up. He was putting all these dumb, show-offy ripples in the high notes, and a lot of other very tricky stuff that gives me a pain in the ass. You should've heard the crowd, though, when he was finished. You would've puked. They went mad. They were exactly the same morons that laugh like hyenas in the movies at st..
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stupidity
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Sicche ando a finire che feci il tema sul guantone da baseball di mio fratello Allie. [...] Mio fratello Allie, dunque aveva quel guantone da prenditore, il sinistro. Lui era mancino. La cosa descrittiva di quel guanto, pero, era che c'erano scritte delle poesie su tutte le dita e il palmo e dappertutto. In inchiostro verde. Ce le aveva scritte lui, cosi aveva qualcosa da leggere quando stava ad asp...ettare e nessuno batteva. Ora e morto. ..
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Franny was among the first of the girls to get off the train, from a car at the far, northern end of the platform. Lane spotted her immediately, and despite whatever it was he was trying to do with his face, his arm that shot up into the air was the whole truth. Franny saw it, and him, and waved extravagantly back. She was wearing a sheared-raccoon coat, and Lane, walking to- ward her quickly but with a slow face, reasoned to himself, with ..
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My big trouble is, I always sort of think whoever I'm necking is a pretty intelligent person. It hasn't got a goddam thing to do with it, but I keep thinking it anyway.
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l trwy m Hdth lk mthlm f`lt 'n, l'y nsn, l'nk Hyn tf`l dhlk flswf tftqd kl lns .
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I think I'd first just assemble all the children together and show them how to meditate. I'd try to show them how to find out who they are, not just what their names are and things like that...I guess, even before that, I'd get them to empty out everything their parents and everybody ever told them.
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But what I mean is, lots of time you don't know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn't interest you most.
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doesnt
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something
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It was a very touch- and- go business, in 1955, to get a wholly plausible reading from Mrs. Glass's face, and especially from her enormous blue eyes. Where once, a few years earlier, her eyes alone could break the news (either to people or to bathmats) that two of her sons were dead, one by suicide (her favorite, her most intricately calibrated, her kindest son) and one killed in World Ward II (her only truly lighthearted son)- where once B..
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I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.
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I was feeling sort of lousy. Depressed and all. I almost wish I was dead.
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For a psychoanalyst to be any good with Franny at all, he'd have to be a pretty peculiar type. I don't know. He'd have to believe that it was through the grace of God that he'd been inspired to study psychoanalysis in the first place. He'd have to believe that it was through the grace of God that he wasn't run over by a goddam truck before he ever got his license to practice. He'd have to believe that it's through the grace of God that he h..
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I'm the one flunking out of this goddam place, and you're asking me to write you a goddam composition.
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When you don't see Jesus for exactly what he was, you miss the whole point of the Jesus Prayer. If you don't understand Jesus, you can't understand his prayer - you don't get the prayer at all, you just get some kind of organized cant. . . . If God had wanted somebody with St. Francis's consistently winning personality for the job of the New Testament, he'd've picked him, you can be sure. As it was, he picked the best, the smartest, the mos..
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It ends up with everybody at this long dinner table laughing their asses off because the great Dane comes in with a bunch of puppies. Everybody thought it was a male , I suppose, or some goddam thing. All I can say is, don't see it if you don't want to puke all over yourself.
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Where before we Comanches had simply stared at her femaleness, we now glared at it. She smiled back at us. It was a shade disconcerting. Then the Chief took over, revealing what had formerly been a well-concealed flair for incompetence.
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Work done with anxiety about results is far inferior to work done without such anxiety, in the calm of self-surrender. [...] They who work selfishly for results are miserable. -- "Bhagavad Gita."
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The swimming stinks here because there are no waves even little waves. What good is it without any ways and you never get scared or turned all over
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Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes. Sometimes I can't even look at them, especially if they're with some dopey guy that's telling them all about a goddam football game.
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Then, suddenly, almost ecstatically, he felt sleepy.
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I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of terrible, terrible fall. . . . The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. . . . So they gave up looking.
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life-and-living
inspirationalquotes
givingup
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I thought the two ugly ones, Marty and Laverne, were sisters, but they got very insulted when I asked them. You could tell neither one of them wanted to look like the other one, and you couldn't blame them, but it was very amusing anyway.
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insulted
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He talks and talks and talks. And if he isn't talking, he's smoking his smelly cigars all over the house. I'm so sick of the smell of cigar smoke I could just roll over and die." "The cigars are ballast, sweetheart. Sheer ballast. If he didn't hold on to a cigar, his feet would leave the ground. We'd never see our Zooey again." There were several experienced verbal stunt pilots in the Glass family, but this last little remark perhaps Zooey..
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I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I'd see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence--there was this fence that went all around the course--and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watchi..
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Presently, some sort of fish was served to me on a plate with a small but noticeable trace of coagulated catsup along the border. Mme. Yoshoto asked me, in English--and her accent was unexpectedly charming--if I would prefer an egg, but I said, "Non, non, madame--merci!" I said I never ate eggs. M. Yoshoto leaned his newspaper against my water glass, and the three of us ate in silence; that is, they ate and I systematically swallowed in sil..
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You're a student - whether the idea appeals to you or not. You're in love with knowledge.
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I knew this one Catholic boy, Louis Shaney, when I was at the Whooton School. Then, after a while, right in the middle of the goddam conversation, he asked me, "Did you happen to notice where the Catholic church is in town, by any chance?" The thing was, you could tell by the way he asked me that he was trying to find out if I was a Catholic. He really was. Not that he was prejudiced or anything, but he just wanted to know. He was enjoying ..
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Ciertas cosas deberian seguir siendo como son. Deberias poder meterlas en una de esas vitrinas de cristal y dejarlas en paz. Se que es imposible, pero de todos modos es una pena"."
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