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a965dc6 The further on we go, the more meaning there is, but the less articulable. You live your life and the older you get- the more specifically you harvest- the more precious becomes every ounce and spasm. Your life and times don't drain of meaning because they become more contradictory, ornamented by paradox, inexplicable. The less explicable, the more meaning. The less like a mathematics equation (a sum game); the more like music (significant .. Gregory Maguire
6ef90ba Every cataclysm is welcomed by somebody; there is always someone to rejoice at disaster and see in it the prospect of a new beginning and a better world. life Iain Pears
67b3922 But history does matter. There are lines connecting the Armenians and the Jews and the Cambodians and the Serbs and the Rwandans. They are obviously morbid. Really, how much genocide can one sentence handle? You get the point. Besides, my grandparents' story deserves to be told, regardless of their nationalities. Chris Bohjalian
2f42185 No one said living isn't a pretty chancy business, Sibyl. No one gets out of here alive. Chris Bohjalian
4ae7951 The American Revolution was to succeed because it was undertaken by skeptical men who knew that the same passions that toppled tyrannies could be applied to destructive ends. Ron Chernow
83a15ae Because sometimes it doesn't help to chase after the thing you want. No. Sometimes you have to wait, however long it takes, until what you want most comes to you. love Eleanor Herman
4b83013 True obedience can only happen when you secretly think you know better, and you choose to bow your head. Anything short of that is just agreement, and any ninny-in-waiting can agree. Philippa Gregory
086fc70 I am, at this moment, what I have always been to him: an object of beauty. He has never loved me as a woman. history love objectification objectification-of-women women Philippa Gregory
5bb9fbf I would play ball with Catherine, and hide and seek: Not a very challenging game in an open meadow, but she was still at the age where she believed that if she shut her eyes and buried her head under a shawl then she could not be seen. Philippa Gregory
6f40149 They say that at the mountain pass he looked back at his kingdom, his beautiful kingdom, and wept, and his mother told him to weep like a woman for what he could not hold as a man. Philippa Gregory
33a2abb Your trouble, William, is that you have no ambition. You don't see that there is in life only ever one goal.' 'And what is that?' More', George said simply. 'Just more of anything. More of everything. Philippa Gregory (The Other Boleyn Girl)
aff2d5f It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return. Philippa Gregory
7b3dcec He liked the loneliness of inner space, the sense of being forgotten by the world. solitude Richard Preston
ea2130d And sometimes he thought of a favorite saying, a remark by Louis Pasteur, "Chance favors the prepared mind." Richard Preston
0fe2cf7 A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces. Laurie Halse Anderson
ddc80b7 I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.' Laurie Halse Anderson
49fcc0a Pie makes everybody happy. pie pies Laurie Halse Anderson
b427a15 I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything. observer psychology Laurie Halse Anderson
25e4e12 I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies--people can feel it when oother people stare at them and they just have to turn around and say something. Either Ivy has a great force field, or my lazer vision isn't very strong.... Laurie Halse Anderson
52d5cfd How did I get like this? eating-disorders Laurie Halse Anderson
ffbab05 The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin. Laurie Halse Anderson
09d904d Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
d019b1e Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
255ca6d The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
426de77 I think there is something wrong with the human race. It undermines everything one would like to believe in, don't you think? Kate Atkinson
f9708a7 although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time) Kate Atkinson
532d92c I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am. Kate Atkinson
591b033 Garbage, you know, is very revealing.It beats the shit out of tarot cards. Armistead Maupin
0ef2322 Being gay has taught me tolerance, compassion and humility. It has shown me limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constant source of strength. It has brought me into the family of man, Mama, and I like it here. Armistead Maupin
4c29e3d There was an order of misery, misery tucked inside miseries, and you were meant to keep track. Colson Whitehead
4c36f61 Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world. Colson Whitehead
8ba0711 We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come. John Fowles
d746cbc What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me. love selfish selfishness John Fowles
db166cd It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly. youthful-arrogance John Fowles
34ebf94 It's no good. I've been trying to sleep for the last half-hour, and I can't. Writing here is a sort of drug. It's the only thing I look forward to. This afternoon I read what I wrote... And it seemed vivid. I know it seems vivid because my imagination fills in all the bits another person wouldn't understand. I mean, it's vanity. But it seems a sort of magic... And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did John Fowles
184bc35 She's always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.' 'Prose and pudding?' 'I don't expect attractive men necessarily to have attractive souls. poetry romantic John Fowles
f183d75 Read widely and with discrimination. Bad writing is contagious. P. D. James
67133e7 I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them. complaining rebellion Pat Conroy
37ea803 I have come to revere words like "democracy" and "freedom," the right to vote, the incomprehensibly beautiful origins of my country, and the grandeur of the extraordinary vision of the founding fathers. Do I not see America's flaws? Of course I do. But I now can honor her basic, incorruptible virtues, the ones that let me walk the streets screaming my ass off that my country had no idea what it was doing in South Vietnam. . . . I have come .. Pat Conroy
3ee6d92 I realize words are never enough; they stutter and cleave to the roof of my mouth. Pat Conroy
88360fb I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told. secrets silence Pat Conroy
e60be89 The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience. Pat Conroy
f24e240 Time moves funny and it's hard to pin down. Occasionally, time offers you a hundred opportunities to do the right thing. Sometimes, it gives you only one chance. Pat Conroy
21cb28e Memory in these incomparable streets, in mosaics of pain and sweetness, was clear to me now, a unity at last. I remembered small and unimportant things from the past: the whispers of roommates during thunderstorms, the smell of brass polish on my fingertips, the first swim at Folly Beach in April, lightning over the Atlantic, shelling oysters at Bowen's Island during a rare Carolina snowstorm, pigeons strutting across the graveyard at St. P.. oysters south-carolina Pat Conroy