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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8c95263 | Si por mi fuera, pillaria todos los libros que hay, haria una pila enorme con ellos y los quemaria todos. Los libros solo sirven para que los listos farden acerca de toda la mierda que han leido. Todo lo que necesitas saber lo puedes sacar de la prensa y de la tele. Capullos pretenciosos. Ya les dare yo jodidos libros. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 83b4cdf | There is an impression abroad that literary folk are fast readers. Wine tasters are not heavy drinkers. Literary people read slowly because they sample the complex dimensions and flavors of words and phrases. They strive for totality not lineality. They are well aware that the words on the page have to be decanted with the utmost skill. Those who imagine they read only for "content" are illusioned." | Marshall McLuhan | ||
| 14766cf | Schizophrenia may be a necessary consequence of literacy. [p. 32] | Marshall McLuhan | ||
| c98b133 | I stood looking down out of the window. The street seemed miles down. Suddenly I felt as if I'd flung myself out of the window. I could see myself lying on the pavement. Then I seemed to be standing by the body on the pavement. I was two people. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. I knelt down and began licking up the blood and brains | suicide | Doris Lessing | |
| 43a7557 | Her own contempt for any forms of pressure society might put on her was so profound and instinctive that she as instinctively despised anyone who paid tribute to them. | Doris Lessing | ||
| abacc7c | We don't want to focus on the trees (or their leaves) at the expense of the forest. | trees | Douglas R. Hofstadter | |
| 6f79efb | Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen. | Leif Enger | ||
| e57a48e | So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies. | Leif Enger | ||
| cb9add4 | This is Ruthie Stuart, Officer Kowalski's mate. She will show your pups around the Market Square," Simon said. Sarah giggled. Robert said, "We're not pups; we're kids." Simon looked at Robert and Sarah, then at Ruthie. Kids. He'd heard Merri Lee say something about when she was a kid. But the word didn't apply to her now because she was an adult, so it had never occurred to him that, maybe, humans had a little shifter ability that they outg.. | Anne Bishop | ||
| 748b88a | I thought how you can never tell just by looking at them what they were thinking or what was happening In their lives. Even when you got daft people or drunk people on buses, people that went on stupid and shouted rubbish or tried to tell you all about themselves, you could never really tell about them either... I knew if somebody looked at me, they'd know nothing about me, either. | family friendship inspirational judgement love | David Almond | |
| c07a019 | There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b4349d2 | My heart, thought Edward, my heart is broken. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| d589d46 | SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke's shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, grandmothers and doll collectors and little girls with their mothers. Edward Tulane waited. The seasons turned into years. Edward Tulane waited. He repeated the old doll's words over and over until they wore a smooth groove of hope in his brain:.. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 9270ba4 | Pascal," said Dr. Meescham, "had it that since it could not be proven whether God existed, one might as well believe that he did, because there was everything to gain by believing and nothing to lose. This is how it is for me. What do I lose if I choose to believe? Nothing!" "Take this squirrel, for instance. Ulysses. Do I believe he can type poetry? Sure, I do believe it. There is much more beauty in the world if I believe such a thing is .. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 45c2745 | I'm solitary as a pulled tooth, Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| ac36920 | I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for speech, and no thoughts - those I saved for later. He bent his head. I loved the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moved his lips. I admired their changing shape. He clasped his hand. I blessed his fingers. Once, the power of my gaze drew his eyes... | description love | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 739a691 | Kisses were better than potions. | self-esteem | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 1f8da6a | On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home. | books home judge oath rain read snow snuggle | Bill Watterson | |
| 7b914bb | We don't value craftsmanship anymore! All we value is ruthless efficiency, and I say we deny our own humanity that way! Without appreciation for grace and beauty, there's no pleasure in creating things and no pleasure in having them! Our lives are made drearier, rather than richer! How can a person take pride in his work when skill and care are considered luxuries! We're not machines! We have a human need for craftsmanship! | art beauty care craftsmanship creating efficiency grace handmade human machines pleasure quality quantity skill value | Bill Watterson | |
| 65cf500 | When people say " I just don't have enough time " they mean " I prioritized something else." | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| dd9c4b3 | Then he looked up, despite all best prior intentions. In four minutes, it would be another hour; a half hour after that was the ten-minute break. Lane Dean imagined himself running around on the break, waving his arms and shouting gibberish and holding ten cigarettes at once in his mouth, like a panpipe. Year after year, a face the same color as your desk. Lord Jesus. Coffee wasn't allowed because of spills on the files, but on the break he.. | madness | David Foster Wallace | |
| f3e5db8 | Anger has great strength, but no brains. Greed has many hands, but no heart. Fear has many titles, but no honor. Hatred has many forms, but no soul. Desire has great strength, but no brains. Agony has many hands, but no heart. Shame has many titles, but no honor. Ego has many forms, but no soul. Envy has great strength, but no brains. Malice has many hands, but no heart. Lust has many titles, but no honor. | african-philosopher-quotes african-philosophy-quotes enlightenment-quotes guru-quotes matshona-dhliwayo-quotes philosophy-quotations sage-quotes solomonology-quotes wise-quotes | Matshona Dhliwayo | |
| 36ccdc6 | The soul is a verb. . . . Not a noun. | David Mitchell | ||
| 97f3380 | I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up. | David Mitchell | ||
| c956f10 | Controls is about fear, see. If you're afraid enough of the reprisals, you don't say no, you don't fight back, you don't run away. Saying yes is how you survive. It becomes normal. Horrible, but normal. Horrible, because it's normal. Now, lucky you can say 'Not standing up to him is giving him permission,' but if you've been fed this diet since the year dot, there is no standing up. Victims aren't cowards. Outsiders, like, they never have a.. | David Mitchell | ||
| b67b790 | He who would do battle with the many-headed hydra of human nature must pay a world of pain & his family must pay it along with him! & only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean!' Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops? | David Mitchell | ||
| 74d1453 | This world spins from the same unseen forces that twist our hearts. | David Mitchell | ||
| cb55408 | Experimentally, silently, I mouth I love you ... No one hears, no one sees, but the tree falls in the forest just the same. | David Mitchell | ||
| 1b59589 | For white men, to live is to own, or to try to own more, or to die trying to own more. Their appetites are astonishing! They own wardrobes, slaves, carriages, houses, warehouses, and ships. They own ports, cities, plantations, valleys, mountains, chains of islands. They own this world, its jungles, its skies, and its seas. Yet they complain that Dejima is a prison. They complain they are not free. | David Mitchell | ||
| b951885 | How lazily "xperts" dismiss what they fail to understand!" | David Mitchell | ||
| 53d6983 | War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it's a lottery. | David Mitchell | ||
| 324b6bb | if you bare your arse to a vengeful unicorn, the number of possible outcomes dwindles to one. | revenge | David Mitchell | |
| c184c7d | Time is the speed at which the past decays. | David Mitchell | ||
| ccac155 | He and I have this... personality conflict. Namely, I think he should get a new one. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| bf1427f | Fate didn't care a squick about what anybody was to do. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 13dcc89 | You fiddle lucker!' she cried. | cussing humor | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 66e4d1b | The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly. | humor ruins rusty | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 974a145 | I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all. | gwydion | Lloyd Alexander | |
| 1546dcb | Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 3f7c43c | I've wandered as far west as I can go. Sitting now on the sand, I watch the sun blur into an aftermath. Reds finally marrying blues. Soon night will enfold us all. But the light is still not gone, not yet, and by it I can dimly see here my own dark hallway, or maybe it was just a foyer and maybe not dark at all, not in fact brightly lit, an afternoon sun blazing through the lead panes, now detected amidst what amounts to a long column of my.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 276d98c | what I'm about to ask you I'm not asking you because I'm black, though I still reserve the right to make that a big fucking part of whatever the fuck I ask you, because it's the very fucking least I deserve: do you truly believe a young black man growing up on those streets ever had a fair chance of acquiring the conscience determined and cultivated by a class that, while demanding it of everyone, through legislative action denies anyone of.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 984de2b | Of course curiosity killed the cat, and even if satisfaction supposedly brought it back, there's still that little problem with the man on the radio telling me more and more about some useless information. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 6e1270d | I live at the end of some interminable corridor which the lucky damned can call hell but which the much unluckier atheists - and your mother heads up that bunch- must simply get used to calling home. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| dd6d6cf | But I knew the way the people in the town thought about things. They always had some time left over from their life to bother about other people and what they did. They thought they had to get together to help other people out, like the time they got together about the woman who let a colored man borrow her car and told her the best place for her was up north with all the other nigger lovers, and the time they got the veterans with overseas.. | hypocrisy small-town-life | John Kennedy Toole |