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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5be4be1 | and you were sort of hypnotized by your boot or shoe or a finger-nail as it might be,and at the same time you were sort of picked up by the old scruff and shook like you might be a cat.you got shook and shook till there was nothing left.you lost your name and your body and your self and you just didn't care,and you waited until your boot or finger-nail got yellow,then yellower and yellower all the time.then the lights started cracking like .. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 366f26a | And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 33f2ad6 | By definition, a human being is endowed with free will. He can use this to choose between good and evil. If he can only perform good or only perform evil, then he is a clockwork orange - meaning that he has the appearance of an organism lovely with colour and juice but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil or (since this is increasingly replacing both) the Almighty State. It is as inhuman to be totally good as i.. | evil good moral-compass morality morals sin | Anthony Burgess | |
| 53fbeb3 | What sort of world is it at all? Men on the moon and men spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law nor order no more. | order world | Anthony Burgess | |
| 631a383 | Our subject is, you see, impelled towards the good by, paradoxically, being impelled towards evil. The intention to act violently is accompanied by strong feelings of physical distress. To counter these the subject has to switch to a diametrically opposed attitude. | good-and-evil paradox violence | Anthony Burgess | |
| 61c6f83 | A man who serves language, however imperfectly, should always serve truth. | truth | Anthony Burgess | |
| 55980ea | You must take your chance boy. The choice has been all yours. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 04b6f61 | The scientific approach to life is not necessarily appropriate to states of visceral anguish. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| f330e9d | The question is whether such a technique can really make a man good. Greatness comes from within, 6655321. Goodness is something chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 80bf087 | There is the devastatingly simple, yet profound, moral dilemma, which underlies the book: is it better for a man to choose to be bad than to be conditioned to be good? | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 8fffaef | Yes yes yes, there it was. Youth must go, ah yes. But youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal so much as being one of these malenky toys you viddy being sold in the streets, like little chellovecks made out of tin and with a spring inside and then a winding handle on the outside and you wind it up grrr grrr grrr and off it itties, like walking, O my brothers. But it itties in a straig.. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| ceeb620 | Civilized my syphilised yarbles. Music always sort of sharpened me up, O my brothers, and made me like feel like old Bog himself, ready to make with the old donner and blitzen and have vecks and ptitsas creeching away in my ha ha power. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 634e98a | But don't think that it's a system or a culture or a state or a person that does the letting down. It's our expectations that let us down. It begins in the warmth of the womb and the discovery that it's cold outside. But it's not the cold's fault that it's cold. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 89c817a | When the State withers, humanity flowers. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 7872e65 | You've sinned, I suppose, but your punishment has been out of all proportion. They have turned you into something other than a human being. You have no power of choice any longer. You are committed to socially acceptable acts, a little machine capable only of good. And I see that clearly - that business about marginal conditionings. Music and the sexual act, literature and art, all must be a source now not of pleasure but of pain. | lovemaking society | Anthony Burgess | |
| 556ece8 | But the not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self. And is not our modern history, my brothers, the story of the brave malenky selves fighting these big machines?" nah, that's too serious. How's about: "There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar m.. | punk rebel | Anthony Burgess | |
| 23d2633 | I was eighteen now, just gone. Eighteen was not a young age. At eighteen old Wolfgang Amadeus had written concertos and symphonies and operas and oratorios and all that cal, no, not cal, heavenly music. And then there was old Felix M. with his "Midsummer Night's Dream" Overture. And there were others. And there was this like French poet set by old Benjy Britt, who had done all his best poetry by the age of fifteen, O my brothers. Arthur, hi.. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| 4892e54 | Then I wanted to sick up the gluey pie I'd had before the start of the evening, But I couldn't stand the sort of veshch, sicking all over the floor, so I held it back. | nausea | Anthony Burgess | |
| 597d6f3 | Now in those days, my brothers, the teaming up was mostly by fours and fives, these being like auto-teams, for being a comfy number for an auto, and six being the outside limit for gang-size. Sometimes gangs would gang up so as to make like malenky armies for big nightwar, but mostly it was best to roam in these like small numbers. | Anthony Burgess | ||
| b934572 | Si tu aimes une fleur qui se trouve dans une etoile, c'est doux, la nuit, de regarder le ciel. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 8bf0f7d | C'est veritablement utile puisque c'est joli. It is truly useful since it is beautiful. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 6f942b9 | What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| a6c6974 | All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travellers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all the stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them--" | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| dca64f3 | Il ne savait pas encore s'il souffrait parce qu'il suivait une pente et que l'avenir venait a lui sans qu'il eut a s'en saisir. Quand on s'abandonne on ne souffre pas. Quand on s'abandonne meme a la tristesse on ne souffre plus. | letting-go sadness suffering | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | |
| 7b58149 | What did I care about my hammer, about my bolt, about thirst or death? There was, on one star, on one planet, on mine, the Earth, a little prince to be consoled! I took him in my arms. I rocked him. I told him, 'The flower you love is not in danger...I'll draw you a muzzle for your sheep...I'll draw you a fence for your flower...I' I didn't know what to say. How clumsy I felt! I didn't know how to reach him, where to find him...It's so myst.. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| bbe2a70 | What have you come to Earth for?' 'I'm having difficulties with a flower,' the little prince said. 'Ah!' said the snake. And they were both silent. | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | ||
| 5d39d0f | Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas. Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness. I take it for granted that to create a tree I condemn a seed to rot. If the first act of resistance comes too late it is doomed to defeat. But it is, nevertheless, the awakening of resistance. Life may grow from it as from a seed. | life resistance seeds trees | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | |
| 6dd723d | At the bottom of the stairs, I caught sight of a tall Sentinel with brown hair pulled into a low ponytail. Solos. As far as I recalled, I hadn't threatened him with bodily harm - at least not to his face. | solos | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 8fed13f | Aiden was staring. So was Caleb, although he looked like he was quite used to all this...woman on display. Hell, even I was staring. She crossed the hall, her long legs parting the chiffon of her skirt, playing peekaboo. Dear gods, I felt my cheeks start to burn, but I still couldn't look away. As she neared, her all-white eyes flared, and then dimmed. Two bright, emerald-colored eyes appeared. Caleb relaxed beside me, a slow smile creeping.. | alex caleb persephone underworld | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 47bdc3a | Josie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she glanced up the hall. "You ready?" I nodded and we started down the hall and we made it halfway before I did something totally cheesy. I reached between us, found her hand without looking, and threaded my fingers through her. She looked up, surprise flickering over her expression, but then she smiled, and yeah, that smile was worth it." | seth-diodoros the-return | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 33bb59e | Hell sent texts messages--group ones at that? It kind of fit, since there was nothing worse than being on the receiving end of a group message--sort of like being held hostage. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| f381364 | We always have something running in the back of our thoughts. What's running behind yours?" Right now I was thinking about how nice his eyes looked, but I'd shave my head before I admitted that." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4338366 | Obviously." I smiled faintly. "The whole invading-Earth part kind of gave that away." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 946fe8f | No." I backed up, running my hands along my hips. "You told me to not give up on Seth. And now you want me to?" "I don't want you to give up on him," he said, voice taking on a pleading edge. "There's still hope for him, but only if you can truly reach him. And being the head of Seth's fan club isn't going to do it." I laughed then. "That was so you when you were... you know, around. You totally had a boy crush on him." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 4d8f954 | insides the moment Lotho stated his condition. Daemon kissed like he was staking a claim, but he already had me--all of me. My heart. My soul. My whole being. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 45b80b5 | Oh. Oh, wow. This was going downhill fast even though Rider looked like he wanted a bucket of popcorn. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 285eaf7 | Hay dulzura en lo malvado | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 20f29b5 | You should've warned me," Tink muttered crossly. "I'm the one who had to see his dong swinging around--" | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 27947d8 | I'm having inappropriately timed thoughts right about now," I told her." | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| f518aad | I glanced down at the dumbbell and pictured it flying across the room--at his face. But it was such a nice face, and I'd hate to ruin it. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 5d4258d | you did wrong in all the right ways. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 315343c | I really don't think that was a good idea,'' Archer said, appearing in the open archway. ''To go sightseeing when you have half the government gunning for your ass. | humor lux-series origin | Jennifer L. Armentrout | |
| 6b56150 | There's nothing we can do other than live with the promise of tomorrow while knowing it may not come. | Jennifer L. Armentrout | ||
| 251f235 | I bet you have the softest pair of lips out there. And I bet you taste sweet--sweeter than one of those beignets you've got me addicted to." His hand squeezed around the back of my neck. "But you got one hell of a bite--a kick to that sweetness. It'll be rough getting in there, and you're going to fight it every step of the way, but it'll be smooth once I'm there." | Jennifer L. Armentrout |