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| 421660d | We tend to treat violence and the abuse of power as though they fit into airtight categories: harassment, intimidation, threat, battery, rape, murder. But I realize now that what I was saying is: it's a slippery slope. That's why we need to address that slope, rather than compartmentalizing the varieties of misogyny and dealing with each separately. Doing so has meant fragmenting the picture, seeing the parts, not the whole. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 6ab262a | the gym is a kind of wildlife preserve for bodily exertion. A preserve protects species whose habitat is vanishing elsewhere, and the gym (and home gym) accommodates the survival of bodies after the abandonment of the original sites of bodily exertion. | exercise gym page-260 | Rebecca Solnit | |
| ee8567f | A lone peak of high point is a natural focal point in the landscape, something by which both travelers and local orient themselves. In the continuum of landscape, mountains are discontinuity -- culminating in high points, natural barriers, unearthly earth. | mountains nature page-135 walking | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 3a8257e | There is no good answer to how to be a woman; the art may instead lie in how we refuse the question. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| b40a700 | I wish that I could put up yesterday's evening sky for all posterity, could preserve a night of love, the sound of a mountain stream, a realization as it sets my mind afire, a dance, a day of harmony, ten thousand glorious days of clouds that will instead vanish and never be seen again, line them up in jars where they might be admired in the interim and tasted again as needed. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| cf1094c | Swear to God, you come near us and-" "Like this?" The biker sidestepped a slash from the hockey stick, grabbed it on the way, and yanked it out of Eve's hands. He tossed it over his shoulder to land on the floor with a clatter. "This near enough? Whatcha gonna do, doll girl?" Claire hid her eyes as the biker reached out for Eve with one tattooed hand. "No," Eve said breathlessly. "I'm going to let my boyfriend beat the crap out of you." The.. | Rachel Caine | ||
| 87643ff | So you have been paying attention." "I'm not as stupid as you think I am." "You have no idea how stupid I think you are, and honestly, we don't have time for that conversation." Hadrian scowled." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| a9125e4 | Another last-minute, good-deed job," Royce grumbled as he stuffed supplies into his saddlebag. "True," Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, "but this is at least a paying job." "You should have told him the real reason we saved him from Trumbul-- because we wouldn't see the hundred tenents otherwise." "That was your reason. Besides, how often do we get to do royal contracts? If word gets around, we'll be able to command .. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 95f30ae | You can't kill Myron, Royce," Hadrian said, rapidly pulling the monk away as if he had found a child playing with a wild bear. "It would be like killing a puppy." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| bf65bd5 | The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| caba833 | I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses" | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 1cc2172 | The floor of ice cream parlor bothered me. It was black-and-white checkboard tile, bigger than supermarket checkboard. If I looked only at a white square, I would be all right, but it was hard to ignore the black squares that surrounded the white ones. The contrast got under my skin. The floor meant yes, no, this, that, up, down, day, night -all the indecisions and opposites that were bad enough in life without having them spelled out for y.. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| fd1ca76 | Wir sind alle Lugner, wenn es uns nutzt. | cornelia-funke tintenherz | Cornelia Funke | |
| 3a477f4 | How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| f9cdadd | He felt Death reaching out to him. But all of a sudden there was something else, too: words. Words that relieved the pain, cooled his brow, and spoke of love, nothing but love... It was his daughter's voice, and the White Women withdrew their pale hands as if they had burned themselves on her love. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| fe6181b | Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| c3c537a | Poetry is prose in slow motion. | prose | Nicholson Baker | |
| eca6ab5 | It was impossible to imagine the aloof, dignified, powerful High Lord living as, of all things, a . | humor | Trudi Canavan | |
| 4170748 | One-third to one-half of humanity are said to go to bed hungry every night. In the Old Stone Age the fraction must have been much smaller. This is the era of hunger unprecedented. Now, in the time of the greatest technical power, is starvation an institution. Reverse another venerable formula: the amount of hunger increases relatively and absolutely with the evolution of culture. | culture evolution hunger hunters starvation stone-age technology | Marshall Sahlins | |
| f44a389 | Things I Used to Get Hit For: Talking back. Being smart. Acting stupid. Not listening. Not answering the first time. Not doing what I'm told. Not doing it the second time I'm told. Running, jumping, yelling, laughing, falling down, skipping stairs, lying in the snow, rolling in the grass, playing in the dirt, walking in mud, not wiping my feet, not taking my shoes off. Sliding down the banister, acting like a wild Indian in the hallway. Mak.. | dark-humor paperboy parental-neglect | Bob Thurber | |
| 30b1fb2 | One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater. | William Saroyan | ||
| dc3fd51 | because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was "The pathway to wisdom lies through excess" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5fa06fb | because to me the only thing that matters is the conceptions in my own mind, there has to be no reality anyway to what I suppose is going on (p. 153) | reality | Jack Kerouac | |
| 79f4165 | This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fd9ddd9 | I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitt.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 93feb18 | What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ded1595 | Say a word, say a thousand to me on the telephone and I shall choose the wrong one to cling to as though you had said it after long deliberation when only I provoked it from you, I will cling to it from among a thousand, to be provoked and hurl it back with something I mean no more than you meant that, something for you to cling to and retreat clinging to. | William Gaddis | ||
| 0e65eeb | Most people are clever because they don't know how to be honest." William Gaddis, The Recognitions." | honesty integrity life | William Gaddis | |
| e037972 | It is not merely that people must die and people must suffer, if not here, then there. But what is dreadful is that the world goes on and people go on being stupidly cruel - in the old ways and all the time. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 57eb2ac | You just have to believe," I said as I flexed. "I believe you should work out more if you're going to keep doing that," Gary said. "Because it's making me feel sad for you." | sam-of-wilds | T.J. Klune | |
| 83d13e6 | He tethered me to him, my magnetic north, while my mind went here or there. I always knew. Somehow I always knew. | T.J. Klune | ||
| ee85b37 | Everyone grieves differently. No one handles the loss of a loved one the same. Some put on a brave face for others, keeping everything internal. Others let it all out at once and shatter, only to pick up the pieces just as quickly as they came apart. Still others don't grieve at all, implying they are incapable of emotion. Then there are the ones like me, where grief is a badge we wear, where it's hard to let go because we don't want to. W.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 918281b | Ty grabbed my phone and threatened to tell Otter that I liked being spanked during sex. This proceeded to lead up on a long tangent where I had to have him explain to me how he knows about stuff like people getting spanked during sex. He said he might have heard it mentioned while watching MSNBC. I told him he was grounded from watching the news channels for a week. That's where this whole sidebar should have ended, but then I was forced to.. | child funny m-m parenting romance | T.J. Klune | |
| 1c92d8c | There was a clearing in the middle of the woods. It tasted of lightning and magic. Of claw and fang. And in the middle of this clearing sat a man who had once been a boy. A boy who I had loved. Then a monster had come to town with murder on his mind and tore a hole in our heads and hearts. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his bloodred eyes. The monster was gone now. And so was the boy. Because a man had taken his plac.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 01b76ad | You can plan for life, but life always has plans of its own. | T.J. Klune | ||
| b886f88 | I just want to be wherever you are. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 6b983c0 | But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible. (Winter Mak.. | thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 2d78dc2 | He grinned, though his face was strained. "That's it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good." | mickey scandalous-desires | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 64fdf34 | When Charlie arrived home from his mother's funeral, he was met at the door by two very large very enthusiastic canines, who , undistracted by keeping watch over Sophie's love hostage, were now able to visit the full measure of their affection and joy upon their returning master. It is generally agreed, and in fact stated in the bylaws of the American Kennel Club, that you have not been truly dog-humped until you have been double-dog-humped.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 05019a6 | It was sometimes difficult to reconcile a man's talents with his personality. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 7dbed0a | Ydych chi'n cymryd cerdynnau credid?" said the highwayman, no doubt trying to frighten me further, his consonants chained like anal beads strung out of hell's own bunghole." | consonants fool | Christopher Moore | |
| ba24aa5 | Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire: Is there something wrong with your food? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0b1fd15 | Pervy redundant, don't you think?" I asked the big gay cop, who wouldn't know a va-jay-jay if it bounced up to him and sang the "Star-Spangled Banner." (You ever notice that hardly anything besides the "Star-Spangled Banner" is spangled? There's no, like, the Raisin-Spangled Scone, or the Flea-Spangled Beagle. I'm just saying.) --Being the Journal of Abby Normal" | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore | |
| ff47b35 | Mr. Fresh sat down on the stool behind the counter and stared into the eyes of the cardboard cutout of Cher, hoping to find answers there. But the bitch was holding out. | Christopher Moore |