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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5c52bcc | His response to them [women] as sexual beings was one of frenzied worship and idolatry. They were lovely, satisfying, maddening manifestations of the miraculous, instruments of pleasure too powerful to be measured, too keen to be endured, and too exquisite to be intended for employment by base, unworthy man. | Joseph Heller | ||
| c1889c4 | You've been unable to adjust to the idea of war.' 'Yes, sir.' 'You have a morbid aversion to dying. | Joseph Heller | ||
| 35d958d | Maybe I am senile already and people are too kind to tell me. People are not kind and would tell me. (Maybe people have told me, and I'm too senile to remember). | Joseph Heller | ||
| d9e1d4b | Why don't you ever whip me?" she pouted one night. "Because I haven't the time," he snapped at her impatiently. "I haven't the time. Don't you know there's a parade going on?" | Joseph Heller | ||
| 49ad510 | You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place...like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again. | leaving-home longing sense-of-place | Azar Nafisi | |
| 547e275 | I'm a perfectly equipped failure. | Azar Nafisi | ||
| c30426c | I eat my heart out alone. | Azar Nafisi | ||
| 645299a | If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order to survive, to protect some aspect of myself that was now in constant retreat. | Azar Nafisi | ||
| 5fa17fd | And somewhere from the dim ages of history the truth dawned upon Europe that the morrow would obliterate the plans of today. | Jaroslav Hašek | ||
| 40cab2e | Although personally, I think cyberspace means the end of our species. | science | Michael Crichton | |
| 289ded1 | Life finds a way | Michael Crichton | ||
| a221ebd | The truth sticks in our throats with all the sauces it is served with: it will never go down until we take it without any sauce at all. | saint-joan truth | George Bernard Shaw | |
| 657cdd4 | Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. One may want to, or manage to for a while, but despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. | Judith Butler | ||
| 3686b94 | a phenomenon that gave rise to my first critical insight into the subtle ruse of power: the prevailing law threatened one with trouble, all to keep one out of trouble. Hence, I concluded that trouble is inevitable and the task, how best to make it, what best way to be in it. | Judith Butler | ||
| 901e861 | I bought a small bottle of beer for fifteen cents and sat on a bench in the clearing, feeling like an old man. The scene I had just witnessed brought back a lot of memories - not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 71c2dfc | McGovern made some stupid mistakes, but in context they seem almost frivolous compared to the things Richard Nixon does every day of his life, on purpose, as a matter of policy and a perfect expression of everything he stands for. Jesus! Where will it end? How low do you have to stoop in this country to be President? | president | Hunter S. Thompson | |
| 78ca24e | When the going get's weird, the weird turn pro. | Peter O Whitmer | ||
| 1ed33cb | Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| a50af24 | There is no real way to deal with everything we lose. | Joan Didion | ||
| fd2f08a | I am what I am. To look for reasons is beside the point. | Joan Didion | ||
| ca04925 | Be careful that what you write does not offend anybody or cause problems within the company. The safest approach is to remove all useful information | Scott Adams | ||
| 184cf09 | The ability to work hard and make sacrifices comes naturally to those who know exactly what they want. | Scott Adams | ||
| 62595c2 | If you want to kill an idea without being identified as the assassin, suggest that the legal department take a look at it. | Scott Adams | ||
| a0e9cac | In most groups the craziest person is in control. It starts because no one wants the problems that come from pissing off a crazy person. It's just smarter and easier sometimes to let the crazy person have his or her way. | Scott Adams | ||
| 8ff9fae | Your inability to see other possibilities and your lack of vocabulary are your brain's limits, not the universe's. | Scott Adams | ||
| b37b831 | Avoid career traps such as pursuing jobs that require you to sell your limited supply of time while preparing you for nothing better. | Scott Adams | ||
| 837cd0b | We're all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there's too much thought and not enough heart. | meaningful | Aimee Bender | |
| 165fd96 | How often is the passing of one storm only a prelude to another. | Jane Yolen | ||
| ea96fd4 | Asking a man if he could be trusted was like asking an unwed girl if she was a virgin. The question mattered, but the asking of it was gross insult. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 0f34d44 | Whoop-de-do," said Ram. "What?" "I'm celebrating." "Was that irony or loss of mental function?" asked the expendable. "Was that a rhetorical questions, a bit of humor, or a sign that you are losing confidence in me?" "I have no confidence in you, Ram," said the expendable. "Well, thanks." "You're welcome." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 46624a4 | But Father has also taught him: Treat a man as if he had a fine reputation to protect, and he will usually endeavor to deserve it. | reputation | Orson Scott Card | |
| 37d958d | Earthborn animals do this thing, inside their brains--a sort of firing-off of synapses, controlled insanity. While they're asleep. The part of their brain that records sight or sound, it's firing off every hour or two while they sleep; even when all the sights and sounds are complete random nonsense, their brains just keep on trying to assemble it into something sensible. They try to make stories out of it. It's complete random nonsense wit.. | inspirational | Orson Scott Card | |
| 8dfe653 | A duel is just two murders who agree to take turns trying to kill each other. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| b042aa3 | Doesn't it make you wonder about your own sexual identity, not to mention your sanity, that the two women you love are, respectively, a virtual woman existing only in the transient ansible connections between computers and a woman whose soul is in fact that of a man who is the husband of your mother? | Orson Scott Card | ||
| d942965 | A man without a wife and babies is a menace to civilization... One bachelor is an irritation. Ten thousand bachelors are a war. | society | Orson Scott Card | |
| d5cf8c0 | For the first time in his life, a teacher was pointing out things that Ender had not already seen for himself. For the first time, Ender had found a living mind he could admire. | admire student teacher teachers-and-learners teaching | Orson Scott Card | |
| 44e77fb | Everything we do means something, Ender realized. Them laughing. Me not laughing. He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn't think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn't find such a place in himself. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| b3e2f27 | Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing, O'er the deeps and wild waters of seas, Where you can't hear your dear mother's voice softly sing Like a breeze gently stirring the trees. Come home, little one, wander back here someday, I'll watch for you, each evening and morn, Through all the long season 'til I'm old and grey As the frost on the hedges at dawn. There's a lantern that shines in my window at night, I have long kept it burni.. | Brian Jacques | ||
| 6629a08 | He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace! | Brian Jacques | ||
| bbbc674 | Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet. | fate redwall stars | Brian Jacques | |
| 876e360 | Why do you tell me... so much?" Luthe considered her. "I tell you... some you need to know, and some you have earned the right to know, and some it won't hurt you to know--" He stopped.... "Some things I tell you only because I wish to tell them to you." | Robin McKinley | ||
| 0dd9a0e | He grunted; she recognized it as relief that she wasn't going to nag him further about Tor the Just, who probably wasn't that boring if he could hold off the Notherners for nine days and melt a hole in the hills. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 7420b7a | Life was life. It happened. You never knew what was going to come at you. Or how you could defend yourself. | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 4b16996 | Ma!" she cried. "There is a Santa Claus, isn't there?" "Of course there's a Santa Claus," said Ma. "The older you are, the more you know about Santa Claus," she said. "You are so big now, you know he can't be just one man, don't you? You know he is everywhere on Christmas Eve. He is in the Big Woods, and in Indian Territory, and far away in York State, and here. He comes down all the chimneys at the same time. You know that, don't you?" "Y.. | santa-claus | Laura Ingalls Wilder |