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| 9827d88 | Another way to put it: the more than 11,766 corpses from domestic-violence homicides between 9/11 and 2012 exceed the number of deaths of victims on that day and all American soldiers killed in the "war on terror.")" | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| fd83ea6 | It starts by forgetting about perfect. We don't have time for perfect. In any event, perfection is unachievable: It's a myth and a trap and a hamster wheel that will run you to death. The writer Rebecca Solnit puts it well: "So many of us believe in perfection, which ruins everything else, because the perfect is not only the enemy of the good; it's also the enemy of the realistic, the possible, and the fun... The most evil trick about perfe.. | perfectionism writing | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 09f307e | All gardening is landscape painting,' said Alexander Pope. | gardening page-90 | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 59d39e0 | The bigness of the world is redemption. Despair compresses you into a small space, and a depression is literally a hollow in the ground. To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary, but so is the other route of getting out of yourself, into the larger world, into the openness in which you need not clutch your story and your troubles so tightly to your chest. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 294fa04 | Thinking is generally thought of as doing nothing in a production-oriented society, and doing nothing is hard to do. It's best done by disguising it as doing something, and the something closest to doing nothing is walking. | thinking walking | Rebecca Solnit | |
| d229d38 | The woman in charge of costuming assigned us our outfits and gave us a lecture on keeping things clean. She held up a calendar and said, "Ladies, you know what this is. Use it. I have scraped enough blood out from the crotches of elf knickers to last me the rest of my life. And don't tell me, 'I don't wear underpants, I'm a dancer.' You're not a dancer. If you were a real dancer you wouldn't be here. You're an elf and you're going to wear p.. | humor | David Sedaris | |
| 8177c92 | As I searched the atlas for somewhere to run to, Hugh made a case for his old stomping grounds. His first suggestion was Beirut, where he went to nursery school. His family left there in the midsixties and moved to the Congo. After that, it was Ethiopia, and then Somalia, all fine places in his opinion. 'Let's save Africa and the Middle East for when I decide to quit living,' I said. | David Sedaris | ||
| 822f820 | Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I had noticed him, as he had me. God help us. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| a795825 | It's not easy to subdue a person bigger than you and not hurt him in the process." "Well, I think I found your problem, then. Why don't we try hurting him?" | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 21a709e | And why would she do that?" Hadrian shouted to the upper story. "She told you herself. Farlan was going to have the sheriff investigate." "Yeah, investigate you!" "But I didn't kill anyone. Well, not anyone in Vernes ... well, not recently." | royce | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| b0f8259 | Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse! | Cornelia Funke | ||
| d1d02bb | When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| f3ff399 | Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 3108343 | We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 179774d | Ist es nicht seltsam, wie viel dicker ein Buch wird, wenn man es mehrmals liest? [...] Als wurde jedes Mal etwas zwischen den Seiten kleben bleiben. Gefuhle, Gedanken, Gerausche, Geruche ... Und wenn du dann nach vielen Jahren wieder in dem Buch blatterst, entdeckst du dich selbst darin, etwas junger, etwas anders, als hatte das Buch dich aufbewahrt, wie eine gepresste Blute, fremd und vertraut zugleich. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| c6b0fcb | Nodding, Cery strode to the door and stepped through. Though the burly guards eyes him suspiciously, Cery smiled back. Never make enemies of someone's lackeys, his father had taught him. Better still, make them like you a lot. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 4f25aa1 | To this day, she's still sad. Because there's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I'm just saying that I took the pain that was inside of her at that moment and made it my own. And it didn't hurt me at all. | human-nature mourning | Tom Perrotta | |
| c2e2246 | I am enormously wise and abysmally ignorant | wise | William Saroyan | |
| 4b5e255 | I have nothing to do but do what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 486331e | In those days he really didn't know what he was talking about; that is to say, he was a young jailkid all hung-up on the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual, and he liked to talk in the tone and using the words, but in a jumbled way, that he had heard from 'real intellectuals. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0d45eac | I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2745c2a | We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b43a49b | Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 079cf40 | The secret of this kind of climbing, is like Zen. Don't think. Just dance along. It's the easiest thing in the world, actually easier than walking on flat ground which is monotonous. The cute little problems present themselves at each step and yet you don't hesitate and you find yourself on some other boulder you picked out for no special reason at all, just like zen.~ Japhy | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8c79549 | Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by. Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and fluteboys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak... just like life. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fd70b6a | Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and beginn.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 81a0436 | Welcome to the truth of our world-a massive seed shot out to the stars, filled with deadly children. A seed designed to slay everything it touches. | Greg Bear | ||
| 53bede4 | He snorted into his radicchio, which I admired because it was a pretty purple. The radicchio was purple, not his snort. Just in case you got confused there. I don't think it's possible for people to snort colors. We're not unicorns, after all. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 340c8dc | A garden always has a point. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 0cb246b | Shh," he whispered. "You asked me if I loved you. I do. I love you more than life itself. Nothing matters in this world but that you live. Can you do that for me? Can you live?" | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 67f75e3 | She swallowed, watching as the servants and Harry and Bert trooped out of the room. Lad, apparently not the brightest dog in the world, sat down next to Mickey O'Connor and leaned against his leg. Mr. O'Connor looked at the dog, looked at the damp spot growing on his breeches where the dog was leaning, and sighed. "I find me life is not as quiet as it used to be afore ye came to me palace, Mrs. Hollingbrook." Silence lifted her chin. "You'r.. | lad-the-dog mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 3ca178a | Kayso, Foo finally came home and I jumped into his arms and sort of rode him to the ground with a massive tongue kiss so deep that I could taste the burned cinnamon toast of his soul, but then I slapped him, so he didn't think I was a slut. (Shut up, he had wood.) --Being the Journal of Abby Normal | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore | |
| aab2eaa | Kayso, it turns out that driving an actual car is way harder than it is in 'Grand Theft Auto: Zombie Hooker Smackdown. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a87e58d | Enchantment and seduction were fine means of persuasion, but when time is short, an awkward but quick concussion could better serve a girl's purpose. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 811c66a | If there was anything I learned from John the Baptist, it was that the sooner you confess a mistake, the quicker you can get on to making new and better mistakes. | improvement jonh-the-baptist mistakes | Christopher Moore | |
| 06d97d4 | Winter denial: therein lay the key to California Schadenfreude--the secret joy that the rest of the country feels at the misfortune of California. The country said: "Look at them, with their fitness and their tans, their beaches and their movie stars, their Silicon Valley and silicone breasts, their orange bridge and their palm trees. God, I hate those smug, sunshiny bastards!" Because if you're up to your navel in a snowdrift in Ohio, noth.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a769ec9 | It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me | hatred hurt madness sadness teenager | Lynda Barry | |
| ba959c3 | We Are Lovable | beliefs codependency conditional-love core-beliefs isolation lovable love neglect relationships self-blame self-esteem | Melody Beattie | |
| 7c1dc3b | We are all lonely and all seek a hand to hold in the darkness. It is not the harp, but the hand that plays it. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| b20e356 | Laughter in battle. That was what Ragnar had taught me, to take joy from the fight. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 39e67a9 | Now, Mama, Papa, and sir," said Ramses, "please withdraw to the farthest corner and crouch down with your backs turned. It is as I feared; we will never break through by this method. The walls are eight feet thick. Fortunately I brought along a little nitroglycerin--" "Oh, good Gad," shrieked Inspector Cuff." | Elizabeth Peters | ||
| 44677d3 | You know how your eyes can deceive you at times--how a group of shapes and shadows can take on a certain form and then shift into another? It wasn't really like that; there was no physical change in him, he was exactly the same as he'd always been. I knew every line of his long body and every curl on his disheveled black head. I'd just never him before. you know what I'm trying to say, don't you? The change is in the heart. | ramses | Elizabeth Peters | |
| 6e3e229 | I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you. | chimera narcissus-in-chains | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| c35ebd3 | I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties. | Laurell K. Hamilton |