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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4710bb3 | I fell victim to the temptation of every autobiographer, to the illusion that since the past exists only in one's memories and the words which strive vainly to encapsulate them, it is possible to create past events simply by saying they occurred. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| d183d39 | in words and pickles, I have immortalized my memories, although distortions are inevitable in both methods. We must live, I'm afraid, with the shadows of imperfections. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b6301ed | When a book leaves its author's desk it changes. Even before anyone has read it, before eyes other than its creator's have looked upon a single phrase, it is irretrievably altered. It has become , that no longer belongs to its maker. It has acquired, in a sense, free will. It will make its journey through the world and there is no longer anything the author can do about it. Even he, as he looks at its sentences, reads them differently now .. | books books-and-authors books-and-reading metamorphosis perception published-books publishing reading writing | Salman Rushdie | |
| 30a0eaa | Running along the bank was a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat and looking worriedly at a clock. Appearing and disappearing at various points on both banks was a dark blue British police telephone booth, out of which a perplexed-looking man holding a screwdriver would periodically emerge. A group of dwarf bandits could be seen disappearing into a hole in the sky. "Time travelers," said Nobodaddy in a voice of gentle disgust. "They're everywh.. | doctor time-travel | Salman Rushdie | |
| 98e3f64 | Family history, of course, has its proper dietary laws. One is supposed to swallow and digest only the permitted parts of it, the halal portions of the past, drained of their redness, their blood. Unfortunately, this makes the stories less juicy... | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 715b990 | Language upon a silvered tongue affords enchantment enough. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| aea53fb | One either loves, or waits for love, or banishes love for good. That is the full range of possible choices. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| ada9e20 | A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing. | creation imagination | Salman Rushdie | |
| 249da8e | Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b63ce9e | Peace broke out. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| dcd693c | Repression is a seamless garment; a society which is authoritarian in its social and sexual codes, which crushes its women beneath the intolerable burdens of honour and propriety, breeds repressions of other kinds as well. | gender-equality honor mysogyny propriety repression women womens-rights | Salman Rushdie | |
| d6d95f2 | Children get food shelter pocket money longholidays and love, all of it apparently free gratis, and most of the little fools think it's a sort of compensation for having been born. 'There are no strings on me!' They sang; but I, pinnoccio, saw the strings. Parents are impelled by the profit motive - nothing more, nothing less. For their attentions, they expected, from me, the immense dividend of greatness. | greatness life-purpose parents | salman rushdie | |
| 7d11252 | If a birth is the fall-out from the explosion caused by the union of two unstable elements, then perhaps a half-life is all we can expect. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 66136e4 | People think they are all sort of things they aren't' he had sad. 'They think they are talented when they're not; they think they're powerful when they're actually just bullies; they think they're good when they're bad. People fools themselves all the time, and they don't know that they're fools | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b1666c5 | Can one drown in one's element... If fish can drown in water, can human beings suffocate in air? | Salman Rushdie | ||
| c8822b2 | She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite! | Salman Rushdie | ||
| bd0f83b | This rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book. | retirement swan-song | William Shakespeare | |
| 1d91a50 | For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 81df240 | Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1b7832a | And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4a0d05e | Love is not love Which alters when alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: Oh, no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken. | time | William Shakespeare | |
| 3cfd994 | Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I | William Shakespeare | ||
| 14cab20 | Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. | mourning | William Shakespeare | |
| a08357e | More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1bedc62 | I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate. | William Shakespeare | ||
| ac54720 | All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William Shakespeare | Jorge Luis Borges | ||
| c74ff6b | Despair and die. The ghosts | William Shakespeare | ||
| b8faaff | Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 25ca1dc | And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. | depressing | William Shakespeare | |
| 85088f1 | My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done. | William Shakespeare | ||
| b13fa85 | Words without thoughts never to heaven go. | scene-3 | William Shakespeare | |
| ce21b86 | By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next | William Shakespeare | ||
| 32df44d | Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2) | William Shakespeare | ||
| 424b632 | Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 3f6cfdb | If she and I be pleased, what's that to you? | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5f33110 | I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 0bdb67b | She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me. | shakespeare taming-of-the-shrew unmoved | William Shakespeare | |
| 0f48f41 | When] he's here, he's always reading. He says books stop time. I myself think he's crazy...Don't tell anyone, but when he reads something that he likes he gets real happy, turns on the music, and dances by himself, or with a broom sometimes. | reading time | Mark Helprin | |
| 40e5860 | I see no justice in that plan." "Who said," lashed out Isaac Penn, "that you, a man, can always perceive justice? Who said that justice is what you imagine? Can you be sure that you know it when you see it, that you will live long enough to recognize the decisive thunder of its occurrence, that it can be manifest within a generation, within ten generations, within the entire span of human existence? What you are talking about is common sens.. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 0ca5e2a | We mask our needs as the needs of others. | memoir | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| 7fa0068 | Only the insane equate pain with success." "The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die." _Cheshire Cat" | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 7119b9e | I dare say you never even spoke to Time!" "Perhaps not," Alice cautiously replied; "but I know I have to beat time when I listen to music." "Ah! That accounts for it," said the Hatter. "He won't stand a beating. Now, if only you kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you like with the clock." | Lewis Carroll | ||
| cac0497 | The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 8e4b8cb | The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said "Talk, child." Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: "Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!" "Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?" | bargain lewis-carroll looking-glass unicorn | Lewis Carroll |