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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c4b2bfe | Most merciful God, accept these two poor sinners into your arms. And keep the doors ajar for the coming of the rest of us, because you are witnessing the end, the absolute, irrevocable, fantastic end. I've finally realized what is happening. It is our last fling. We are doomed henceforth. Must screw our courage to the sticking point and face up to our impending fate. We [255] shall be all of us shot at dawn. One hundred cc's apiece. Mis.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| cdc63cb | He who- what was it?- walks out of step, hears another drum | Ken Kesey (Author) | ||
| 21dfe2a | A Man Is Known By The Mice He Keeps | Ken Kesey | ||
| 092a33c | she likes a rigged game. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8099a9f | Juicy fruit | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8ff9a1b | Which is just another way of blaming, and perhaps the best way, because there is solace and a certain stoical peace in blaming everything on the rain, and then blaming something as uncontrollable as the rain on something as indifferent as the Arm of the Lord. Because nothing can be done about the rain except blaming. And if nothing can be done about it, why get yourself in a sweat about it? | rain | Ken Kesey | |
| de3c794 | But once in a great while he remembered that he had felt pain, a terrible ache in his heart, and he swore he would never let himself feel love for a human again. | Susan Cooper | ||
| d691b9d | I was so sure it would happen. That the past was an abused record with no choice but to repeat itself at the crack and no power on earth could lift the arm that held the needle. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 6184764 | Hospitality is gold in this City; you have to be clever to figure out how to be welcoming and defensive at the same time. When to love something and when to quit. If you don't know how, you can end up out of control or controlled by some outside thing like that hard case last winter. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 0f2c5ec | fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140) | Toni Morrison | ||
| ea66c7e | She was fierce in the presence of death, heroic even, as she was at no other time. Its threat gave her direction, clarity, audacity. | clarity death fearlessdirection fierce | Toni Morrison | |
| ebf526d | Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 8bf3499 | He read greedily but understood selectively, choosing the bits and pieces of other men's ideas that supported whatever predilection he had at the moment. | Toni Morrison | ||
| 291d085 | It had been the longest time since she had had a rib-scraping laugh. She had forgotten how deep and down it could be. So different from the miscellaneous giggles and smiles she had learned to be content with these past few years. | Toni Morrison | ||
| c45c4df | Arguments can always be found to turn desire into policy. | Barbara W. Tuchman | ||
| 06542a5 | She was snatched back from a dream of far countries, and found herself on Main Street. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| efba6e4 | But I do know that about ten times as many people find their lives dull, and unnecessarily dull, as ever admit it; and I do believe that if we busted out and admitted it sometimes, instead of being nice and patient and loyal for sixty years, and then nice and patient and dead for the rest of eternity, why, maybe, possibly, we might make life more fun. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| 55fd8ff | Thus it came to him merely to run away was folly, because he could never run away from himself. | Sinclair Lewis | ||
| cc06780 | trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and we.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4ad38a8 | Until they stood at last by a crumbling wall, looking up and up and still farther up at the great tombyard top of the old house. For that's what it seemed. The high mountain peak of the mansion was littered with what looked like black bones or iron rods, and enough chimneys to choke out smoke signals from three dozen fires on sooty hearths hidden far below in dim bowels of this monster place. With so many chimneys, the roof seemed a vast ce.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2654434 | When God's in it, the job gets done. | god gods-will | Charles R. Swindoll | |
| ba9d398 | singing has to come from the inside, and i don't have anything left inside.' 'really? How did that happen?' 'it all just drained out. | emptiness | Francine Rivers | |
| 782b077 | Because love was a light that wouldn't allow darkness to reign in his soul. | inspirational love | Karen Kingsbury | |
| cef8574 | Close your eyes now,' the blind man said to me. I did it. I closed them just like he said. 'Are they closed?' he said. 'Don't fudge.' 'They're closed,' I said. 'Keep them that way,' he said. He said, 'Don't stop now. Draw.' So we kept on with it. His fingers rode my fingers as my hand went over the paper. It was like nothing else in my life up to now. Then he said, 'I think that's it. I think you got it,' he said. 'Take a look. What do you.. | Raymond Carver | ||
| 59b520f | In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well. | Raymond Carver | ||
| 8b2cea4 | I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a long way away from everybody I had known and loved when I was a girl. I missed people. For a minute I stood there and wished I could get back to that time. Then with my next thought I understood clearly that I couldn't do that. No. But it came to me then that my life did not remotely resemble the life I thought I'd have when I had been young and looking ahead to things. | Raymond Carver | ||
| f70f619 | When your power comes from others, on approval, you are their slave. Never sacrifice yourselves - never! Whoever urges you to self-sacrifice is worse than a common murderer, who at least cuts your throat himself, without persuading YOU to do it. | Tobias Wolff | ||
| d9fb106 | The people are living seperately together," he said. "So there is responsibility. I cry, you cry. You cry, I cry. We all come running, and the one that stays quiet, the one that stays home, must explain. Is he in league with the criminals? Is he a coward? And what would he expect when he cries? This is simple. This is normal. This is community." | Philip Gourevitch | ||
| 3cbe8f5 | once there was a beautiful young panther who had a co-wife and a husband. Her name was Lara and she was unhappy because her husband and her co-wife were really in love; being nice to her was merely a duty panther society imposed on them. They had not even wanted to take her into their marriage as co-wife, since there were already perfectly happy. But she was an "extra" female in the group and that would not do. Her husband sometimes sniffed.. | Alice Walker | ||
| 4850765 | In the history of the world many souls have been, are, and will be, and with a little reflection this is marvelous and not depressing. Many jerks are made gloomy about it, for they think quantity buries them alive. That's just crazy. Numbers are very dangerous, but the main thing about them is that they humble your pride. And that's good. | population-growth pride | Saul Bellow | |
| 4703f98 | For God's sake,' the dog is saying, 'open the universe a little more! | Saul Bellow | ||
| 765f641 | As long as I could keep improving my mind, I figured, I was doing okay. | Saul Bellow | ||
| cd7ef91 | Is love supposed to ruin you? It seems to me you shouldn't destroy yourself out of life for purposes of love--or what good is it? | Saul Bellow | ||
| 8511f02 | We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? . . .I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. | Chaim Potok | ||
| 00f7ed2 | It's always easier to learn something than to use what you've learned. . . . You're alone when you're learning. But you always use it on other people. It's different when there are other people involved. | psychology | Chaim Potok | |
| 8e9223c | Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel." | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 2a5b73c | If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| f32836d | Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 8a3bc61 | And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 43dfce0 | I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day, spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 1f5fe4f | The storerooms are full of hearts. This is the city of spare parts. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| fe90411 | The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 0f4c34b | A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all. | skepticism | Sylvia Plath | |
| fa27a53 | Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid. | Sylvia Plath |