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| 76d200d | The needs of a society determine its ethics, and in the Black American ghettos the hero is that man who is offered only the crumbs from his country's table but by ingenuity and courage is able to take for himself a Lucullan feast. Hence the janitor who lives in one room but sports a robin's-egg-blue Cadillac is not laughed at but admired, and the domestic who buys forty-dollar shoes is not criticized but is appreciated. We know that they ha.. | i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings maya-angelou perspective racism | Maya Angelou | |
| 12fa1af | n lkny's fy lmdn lkbyr@ mlyy'@ blfD@ wldhhb lldhyn l Hj@ llh bhm , fy Hyn yrtjf `l~ bwb lkny's `dd l yHS~ mn lfqr yntZrwn bfrG lSbr hbt nHyl@ tulq~ fy 'ydyhm lmftwH@. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| 7b2a28c | What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. I gave it to you with my name that night and you are its guardian, to treasure it, or let it whither and die. I do not understand you. I am angry with you. I am hurt an.. | Patricia A. McKillip | ||
| 9979a7f | But just as he knew the sun was obliged to rise each morning in the east, no matter how much a western arisal might have pleased it, so he knew that Buttercup was obliged to spend her love on him. Gold was inviting, and so was royalty, but they could not match the fever in his heart, and sooner or later she would have to catch it. She had less choice than the sun. | William Goldman | ||
| 2797907 | I'm not witch. I'm your wife. | William Goldman | ||
| 41264c6 | He should be careful. It's dangerous to be an honest man. | Mario Puzo | ||
| 9f31a04 | No one gets to tell you what your life means! | Jess Walter | ||
| d08d1bc | She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| 9f1e52a | Because I want every breath you take to be empty unless you're close enough to smell me. Every word you speak to be unimportant unless it's to me. Every sound you hear empty unless it's my voice. I want you to remember that whatever pleasure you have from now on, you'll have it from me. ~Rurik Wilder~ | Christina Dodd | ||
| 31bc7a2 | I'm Sorry are two of the most powerful words in our language, especially when they are not flipped blithely over the shoulder but spoken from the heart. They help restore order, balance, harmony. They reduce pain. They heal broken friendship. If they were medecine, they'd be called a miracle. | Jerry and Eileen Spinelli | ||
| ec11292 | To begin with, this case should never have come to trial. The state has not produced one iota of medical evidence that the crime Tom Robinson is charged with ever took place... It has relied instead upon the testimony of two witnesses, whose evidence has not only been called into serious question on cross-examination, but has been flatly contradicted by the defendant. Now, there is circumstantial evidence to indicate that Mayella Ewel was b.. | Harper Lee | ||
| eff5a68 | I was not so sure, but Jem told me I was being a girl, that girls always imagined things, that's why other people hated them so, and if I started behaving like one I could just go off and find some to play with. | imagination | Harper Lee | |
| 1fe848c | Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. | inspirational landscape mockingbird scout season summer | Harper Lee | |
| 9010b56 | I simply want to tell you that there are some men in this world who were born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father's one of them." "Oh," said Jem. "Well." "Don't you oh well me, sir," Miss Maudie replied, recognizing Jem's fatalistic noises, "you are not old enough to appreciate what I said." Jem was staring at his half-eaten cake. "It's like bein' a caterpillar in a cocoon, that's what it is," he said. "Like somethin' asleep wrapp.. | Harper Lee | ||
| a5cea9e | Travel agents would be wiser to ask us what we hope to change about our lives rather than simply where we wish to go. | Alain de Botton | ||
| db58452 | Because the rhythm of conversation makes no allowance for dead periods, because the presence of others calls for continuous responses, we are left to regret the inanity of what we say, and the missed opportunity of what we do not. | Alain de Botton | ||
| d9e8c3b | Her lie was symptomatic of a certain pride she took in mocking the romantic, in being unsentimental, matter-of-fact, stoic; yet at heart she was the opposite: idealistic, dreamy, giving, and deeply attached to everything she liked verbally to dismiss as "mushy." | Alain de Botton | ||
| 12d1771 | Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought. | ego helplessness perception thinking thought | H. Rider Haggard | |
| 0d4594d | Dear God, thank you for warm summer nights and candlelight and good food. But thank you most of all for friends. We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us. We pray in Christ's name, Amen. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 4c9111d | Other people's tragedies should not be the subject of idle conversation. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| ff2fead | But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b921daa | Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light. She did not like the rat. She would neverlike the rat, but she knew what she must do to save her own heart. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 904b786 | Would you favor me with a dance?" Over all the others I was his choice! I curtsied, and he took my hand. Our hands knew each other. Char looked at me, startled. "Have we met before, Lady?" | romance | Gail Carson Levine | |
| d40aeb9 | Verbing weirds language. | Bill Watterson | ||
| cabc771 | Spent the fortnight gone in the music room reworking my year's fragments into a 'sextet for overlapping soloists': piano, clarinet, 'cello, flute, oboe, and violin, each in its own language of key, scale, and color. In the first set, each solo is interrupted by its successor; in the second, each interruption is recontinued, in order. Revolutionary or gimmicky? Shan't know until it's finished, and by then it'll be too late. | music self-referential writing | David Mitchell | |
| 8b4787f | The Ghost of Sir Felix Finch whines, "But it's been done a hundred times before!"--as if there could be anything done a hundred times between Aristophanes and Andrew Void-Webber! As if Art is the , not the !" | David Mitchell | ||
| 148c1ec | I...asked why purebloods despised me so. He replied, 'What if the difference between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Would this not mean the whole Pyramid is built on shifting sands?... fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror | David Mitchell | ||
| 339b981 | Dying is one of those things that can't be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 67723ea | I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way. | artist creativity | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| e1bd300 | I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me either. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 80e6f56 | Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said "Chernobog." The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn't be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope." | kate runes | Ilona Andrews | |
| 85977c3 | If a man takes you to a restaurant of his choosing, don't compliment him. Rave about the quality of the food and he'll be thrilled, because he took you there. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 809f7fb | Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. "You and I will never be done.You're my mate." He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried. "I stopped sleeping since you left," he said "I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there." I closed my eyes. "I need an answer, Andrea," he said. "An answer?" "Mate. Yes or no." "Do you need to ask?" I whispered. "You're my mate." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 682bb54 | I sat at a table in my shadowy kitchen, staring down a bottle of Boone's Farm Hard Lemonade, when a magic fluctuation hit. My wards shivered and died, leaving my home stripped of its defenses. The TV flared into life, unnaturally loud in the empty house. I raised my eyebrow at the bottle and bet it that another urgent bulletin was on. The bottle lost. "Urgent bulletin!" Margaret Chang announced. "The Attorney General advises all citizens th.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 4b3a6ea | I know it may come as a shock, but it's sort of considered polite to wait for the consent of the woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if you don't wait, you may have to deal with pesky criminal charges like kidnapping and rape. | ilona-andrews kate magic-bleeds | Ilona Andrews | |
| fd0df06 | The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 9978e93 | Oh no, is it naked time? | naked | Ilona Andrews | |
| 32cc7ee | Give us this day our daily mask. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| e939cca | Actors! The mechanics of cheap melodrama! That isn't death! You scream and choke and sink to your knees but it doesn't bring death home to anyone- it doesn't catch them unawares and start the whisper in their skulls that says- 'One day you are going to die. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 6f5662b | Scientists are the enemies of tradition , and tradition own all the prisons. - Victor Vigny | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 4030391 | We get an apartment together, and after a whirlwind courtship you marry my sister and honeymoon in Vegas. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 2109ad9 | The Theory of Evolution has more holes in it than a dam made out of Swiss cheese. | eoin-colfer evolution science | Eoin Colfer | |
| a844f2c | Whether true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence on their lives, and particularly on their destinies, as what they do. | Victor Hugo | ||
| e1d0703 | Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance and her sunlight, from before human cruelty or suffering. She overwhelms man by the contrast between divine beauty and social hideousness. She spares him nothing of her loveliness, neither wing or butterfly, nor song of bird; in the midst of murder, vengeance, barbarism, he must feel himself watched by holy things; he cannot escape the immense reproach of universa.. | nature | Victor Hugo |