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| 2b19f2e | We're freaks, the two of us, Franny and I. I'm a twenty-five-year-old freak and she's a twenty-one-year-old freak, and both those bastards are responsible. I swear to you, I could murder them both without batting an eyelash. The great teachers. The great emancipators. My God. I can't even sit down to lunch with a man any more and hold up my end of a decent conversation. I either get so bored or so goddamn preachy that if the son of a bitch .. | self-awareness upbringing | J.D. Salinger | |
| be68cd0 | My father wrote beautifully," Esme interrupted. "I'm saving a number of his letters for posterity." I said that sounded like a very good idea. I happened to be looking at her enormous-faced, chrono-graphic-looking wristwatch again. I asked if it had belonged to her father. She looked down at her wrist solemnly. "Yes, it did," she said. "He gave it to me just before Charles and I were evacuated." Self-consciously, she took her hand off the t.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 4000fa1 | nW lktb lty tuthyru htmmy blf`l hy tlk lty `ndm 'nthy mn qrth 'rGb fy 'n ykwn lmw'lf Sdyqan `zyzan ly w'stTy` 'nW 'khbrh bltlyfwn fy 'y wqt shy't . | J.D. Salinger | ||
| cdf21b0 | I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something. | romance | J.D. Salinger | |
| c18b9a6 | Los que de verdad me vuelven loco son esos libros que cuando acabas de leerlos piensas que ojala el autor fuera amigo tuyo y pudieras llamarle por telefono cuando quisieras. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| f8fec15 | I don't care where an actor acts. It can be in summer stock, it can be over a radio, it can be over television, it can be in a goddam Broadway theatre, complete with the most fashionable, most well-fed, most sunburned-looking audience you can imagine. But I'll tell you a terrible secret -- Are you listening to me? There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. That includes your Professor Tupper, buddy. And all his goddam cousin.. | J.D. Salinger | ||
| 9bb094e | Look at 'em,' he said. 'Goddam fools.' 'Who?' said Ginnie. 'I don't know. Anybody. | humanity life society | J.D. Salinger | |
| 676bcf2 | He wasn't, I realized when I read those scenes concerning Blair and myself, close to any of us-- except of course to Blair, and really not even to her. He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all. But there was no point in being .. | jealousy resentment writing | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 3096767 | After a week, it's better. I miss her. I mourn her. But some peace has returned. She had been so unattainable - so young, so much a citizen of a different era - that it is hard to feel fully deprived. | mourning separation | Scott Turow | |
| dbafd7f | Serious fans always need to feel uniquely connected to the object of their fandom; they jealously guard those points of connection, however tiny or imaginary, that justify the feeling of uniqueness. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| fa4d52c | What he'd never understood about men in his position, in all the books he'd read and movies he'd seen about them, was clearer to him now: you couldn't keep expecting wholehearted love without, at some point, requiting it. There was no credit to be earned for simply being good. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| c66e69c | He had a happy canine way of seeking approval without seeming insecure. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 148999d | We give anonymously because the sackfuls of thank-you letters break our hearts with their clumsy handwriting and hopeless phonetic spelling. | David Sedaris | ||
| fbe5f66 | Fight on my men,"says Sir Andrew Barton, I am hurt,but I am not slain; | Thomas Moore | ||
| 67c2e2a | When soul is neglected, it doesn't just go away; | reminder soulful | Thomas Moore | |
| 039ac4a | The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair. | dark sedaris strangers | David Sedaris | |
| 1b5c1b8 | He has a passport," my classmates would whisper. "Quick, let's run before he judges us!" | judgement travel | David Sedaris | |
| 124d1c3 | I wanted it, I wanted, I wanted, but the moment it was mine, it ceased to interest me. | David Sedaris | ||
| 39329fc | In the Netherlands now, I imagine it's legal to marry your own children. Get them pregnant, and you can abort your unborn grandbabies in a free clinic that used to be a church. | europe humor | David Sedaris | |
| 1c6aabf | Faced with an exciting question, science tended to provide the dullest possible answer. | science | David Sedaris | |
| 7e8567a | I hoped our lives would continue this way forever, but inevitably the past came knocking. Not the good kind that was collectible but the bad kind that had arthritis. | reality wishful-thinking | David Sedaris | |
| 583235c | In New York I'd go to the movies three or four times a week. Here I've upped it to six or seven, mainly because I'm too lazy to do anything else. Fortunately, going to the movies seems to suddenly qualify as an intellectual accomplishment, on a par with reading a book or devoting time to serious thought. It's not that the movies have gotten any more strenuous, it's just that a lot of people are as lazy as I am, and together we've agreed to .. | humor movies | David Sedaris | |
| 5d632d8 | She was at a cash register, screaming at a customer. She was, in fact, calling this customer a bitch. I touched her arm and said, "I have to go now." She laid her hand on my shoulder, squeezed it gently, and continued her conversation, saying, "Don't tell the store president I called you a bitch. Tell him I called you a fucking bitch, because that's exactly what you are. Now get out of my sight before I do something we both regret." | David Sedaris | ||
| 9b14047 | She quoted a dead playwright and called me a bullet with nothing but a future. She understood my lack of self-pity. She knew why I despised everything that might restrict my forward momentum. She knew that bullets have no conscience. They speed past things and miss their marks as often as they hit them. | James Ellroy | ||
| 8df8ee9 | He looked around, as if he was seeing the world for the first time. Beautiful was the world, colorful was the world, strange and mysterious was the world! Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, the sky and the river flowed, the forest and the mountains were rigid, all of it was beautiful, all of it was mysterious and magical, and in its midst was he, Siddhartha, the awakening one, on the path to himself. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 7899f3a | Oh, if I had had a friend at this moment, a friend in an attic room, dreaming by candlelight and with a violin lying ready at his hand! How I should have slipped up to him in his quiet hour, noiselessly climbing the winding stair to take him by surprise, and then with talk and music we should have held heavenly festival throughout the night! | music | Hermann Hesse | |
| dfa6e36 | Like an attack this melancholy comes from time to time. I don't know at what intervals, and slowly covers my sky with clouds. It begins with an unrest in the heart, with a premonition of anxiety, probably with my dreams at night. People, houses, colors, sounds that otherwise please me become dubious and seem false. Music gives me a headache. All my mail becomes upsetting and contains hidden arrows. At such times, having to converse with peo.. | depression | Hermann Hesse | |
| 50811b0 | Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner. | inspiration life life-lessons living siddhartha sin | Hermann Hesse | |
| c8f4fd2 | The scholar who knowingly speaks, writes, or teaches falsehood, who knowingly supports lies and deceptions, not only violates organic principles. He also, no matter how things may seem at the given moment, does his people a grave disservice. He corrupts its air and soil, its food and drink; he poisons its thinking and its laws, and he gives aid and comfort to all the hostile, evil forces that threaten the nation with annihilation. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 12d514c | What for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd. | imagination life personal-joy the-world | Hermann Hesse | |
| 1b56440 | And these men, for whom life has no repose, live at times in their rare moments of happiness with such strength and indescribable beauty, the spray of their moment's happiness is flung so high and dazzling over the wide sea of suffering, that the light of it, spreading its radiance, touches others too with its enchantment. Thus, like a precious, fleeting foam over the sea of suffering arise all those works of art, in which a single individu.. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| fdd3b0a | How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 7a01d6b | What are reason and sobriety without the knowledge of intoxication? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| d7ce966 | H]e never ceased in his heroic and earnest endeavor to love them, to be just to them, to do them no harm, for the love of his neighbor was as deeply in him as the hatred of himself, and so his whole life was an example that love of one's neighbor is not possible without love of oneself, and that self-hate is really the same thing as sheer egoism, and in the long run breeds the same cruel isolation and despair. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 226ed20 | Those whom heaven helps we call the sons of heaven. They do not learn this by learning. They do not work it by working. They do not reason it by using reason. To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven. --Chuang Tse: XXIII | fate limits understanding | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 17db47b | Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other's arms, holding love, asleep. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 25e237e | I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| c4fb8d1 | Truth is a matter of the imagination. The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust. Facts are no more solid, coherent, round, and real than pearls are. | ideas nature-of-perception | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| b645261 | Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten. | martyrdom | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 8372692 | If women had power what would men be but women who can't bear children? And what would women be but men who can? | power women | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 5060f55 | Petrah held up a hand. "I am not finished, Iskra Yellowlegs." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f3ae312 | Would this be her life, then? Wretched people, always looking out for themselves, every kindness coming at a cost? Would her own queen at least gaze at her with warmth in her eyes? Would Aelin even remember her? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 651abf4 | Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade--that is the cycle. Like calls to like. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d618c61 | And she had married Whitethorn ... so Terrasen could have a king. Perhaps had been spurred into action because she knew Lorcan had already betrayed her, that Maeve was coming ... And Lorcan had not helped her. Whitethorn's wife. His mate. Aelin had let them whip and chain her, had gone willingly with Maeve, so Elide didn't enter Cairn's clutches. | Sarah J. Maas |