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| 5816602 | Mr Hemingway says a lot of things I don't understand, Matilda said to her. 'Especially about men and women. But I loved it all the same. The way he tells it I feel I am right there on the spot watching it all happen.' 'A fine writer will always make you feel that,' Mrs Phelps said . 'And don't worry about the bits you can't understand. Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music. | Roald Dahl | ||
| ccb1b75 | Sometimes, on a very clear night,' the BFG said, 'and if I is swiggling my ears in the right direction' - and here he swivelled his great ears upwards so they were facing the ceiling - 'if I is swiggling them like this and the night is very clear, I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.' A queer little shiver passed through Sophie's body. She sat very quiet, waiting for more. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 63bcd24 | Come right up close to me and I will show you something wonderful. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 81822f4 | So Matilda's strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. | literature reading | Roald Dahl | |
| f634467 | Is she the only one at fault? For though she's spoiled, and dreadfully so, A girl can't spoil herself, you know. Who spoiled her, then? Ah, who indeed? Who pandered to her every need? Who turned her into such a brat? Who are the culprits? Who did that? Alas! You needn't look so far To find out who these sinners are. They are (and this is very sad) Her loving parents, MUM and DAD. And that is why we're glad they fell Into the garbage chute a.. | Roald Dahl | ||
| 608738d | It is not always events that have touched us personally that affect us the most. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| d55ddfb | How can one explain the attraction terror holds for some minds -- and why for intellectuals? . . .In a totalitarian and terrorist regime, man is no longer a unique being with infinite possibilities and limitless choices but a number, a puppet, with just this difference -- numbers and puppets are not susceptible to fear. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| e89c457 | In my lifetime I was to write only one book, this would be the one. Just as the past Lingers in the present, all my writings after night, including those that deal with biblical, Talmudic, or Hasidic themes, profoundly bear it's stamp, and cannot be understood if one has not read this very first of my works. Why did I write it? Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of the madness.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 69ddb81 | I had many things to say, I did not have the words to say them. Painfully aware of my limitations, I watched helplessly and language became an obstacle. It became clear that it would be necessary to invent a new language... I would pause at every sentence, and start over and over again. I would conjure up other verbs, other images, other silent cries. It still was not right. But what exactly was "it"? "It" was something elusive, darkly shro.. | trauma words | Elie Wiesel | |
| aff49e6 | She asked if we were calm enough for her to take off the cuffs, and McMurphy nodded. He had slumped over with his head hung and his elbows between his knees and looked completely exhausted--it hadn't occurred to me that it was just as hard for him to stand straight as it was for me. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8636f6a | Papa says if you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite. | Ken Kesey | ||
| f3b2db2 | I'd see him do things that didn't fit with his face or hands, things like painting a picture at OT with real paints on a blank paper with no lines or numbers anywhere on it to tell him where to paint, or like writing letters to somebody in a beautiful flowing hand. How could a man who looked like him paint pictures or write letters to people, or be upset and worried like I saw him once when he got a letter back? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 8e93c35 | She walked right on past, ignoring him just like she chose to ignore the way nature had tagged her with those outsized badges of femininity, just like she was above him, and sex, and everything else that's weak and of the flesh. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 861ce66 | I don't think I can give you an answer. Oh, I could give you Freudian reasons with fancy talk, and that would be right as far as it went. But what you want are the reasons for the reasons, and I'm not able to give you those. Not for the others, anyway. For myself? Guilt. Shame. Fear. Self-belittlement. I discovered at an early age that I was-- shall we be kind and say different? It's a better, more general world than the other one. I indulg.. | society | Ken Kesey | |
| 3c069dc | It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 550884a | Down through the druid wood I saw Wildman join with Cleaver Creek, put on weight, exchange his lean and hungry look for one of more well-fed fanaticism. Then came Chichamoonga, the Indian Influence, whooping along with its banks war-painted with lupine and columbine. Then Dog Creek, then Olson Creek, then Weed Creek. Across a glacier-raked gorge I saw Lynx Falls spring hissing and spitting from her lair of fire-bright vine maple, claw the a.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| f89b9e5 | Maybe he couldn't understand why we weren't able to laugh yet, but he knew you can't really be strong until you see a funny side to things. In fact, he worked so hard at pointing out the funny side of things that I was wondering a little if maybe he was blind to the other side, if maybe he wasn't able to see what it was that parched laughter deep inside your stomach. Maybe the guys weren't able to see it either, just feel the pressures of t.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 1f4fa49 | I see he had his shorts on under the towel all along. I think for a fact that she'd rather he'd of been stark naked under that towel than had on those shorts. She's glaring at those big white whales leaping round on his shorts in pure wordless outrage. | mcmurphy nurse-ratched | Ken Kesey | |
| 3ddba2e | It's the truth. Even if it didn't happen. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 68ea7be | I'd wander for days in the fog, scared I'd never see another thing, then there'd be that door, opening to show me the mattress padding on the other side to stop out the sounds, the men standing in a line like zombies among shiny copper wires and tubes pulsing light, and the bright scrape of arcing electricity. I'd take my place in the line and wait my turn at the table. The table shaped like a cross, with shadows of a thousand murdered men .. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 14feba5 | Everything was becoming allegorical, understood by the group mind, and especially this: "You're either on the bus...or off the bus." | ken-kesey | Tom Wolfe | |
| e3a145e | The game goes round and round, to the rattle of dice and the shuffle of play money. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 10904cd | The best of all possible cages.' Ben stepped back to regard the job with a sad smile. 'What more can one ask? | Ken Kesey | ||
| 2a0e657 | Mr. McMurphy... my friend... I'm not a chicken, I'm a rabbit. The doctor is a rabbit. Cheswick there is a rabbit. Billy Bibbit is a rabbit. All of us in here are rabbits of varying ages and degrees, hippity-hopping through our Walt Disney world. Oh, don't misunderstand me, we're not in here because we are rabbitswe'd be rabbits wherever we werewe're all in here because we can't adjust to our rabbithood. We need a good strong wolf like the n.. | rabbits | Ken Kesey | |
| e5e9512 | Papa says if you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 38f7764 | We are the culture. All those people that are doing those dumb TV things and promoting hate...that's the 'counter'culture. | Ken Kesey Brian David Johnson | ||
| b969150 | I'm accustomed to being top man. I been a bull goose catskinner for every gyppo logging operation in the Northwest and bull goose gambler all the way from Korea, was even bull goose pea weeder on that pea farm at Pendleton -- so I figure if I'm bound to be a loony, then I'm bound to be a stompdown dadgum good one. | Ken Kesey | ||
| cdf612b | He's like an old clock the won't tell time but won't stop neither with the hands bend out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm rusted silent, an old worthless clock that keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing. | meaningless old-clock rusted silent | Ken Kesey | |
| 4a2fe29 | Nobody complains about all the fog. I know why, now: as bad as it is, you can slip back in it and feel safe. That's what McMurphy can't understand, us wanting to be safe. He keeps trying to drag us out of the fog, out in the open where we'd be easy to get at. | mental-illness safety | Ken Kesey | |
| 5fa9c20 | I really tried, or so I thought, to avoid lying, but it seemed to me that they forced it on me by the difference in their vision of things, so that I was always transposing reality for them into something they could understand. | religion understanding-oneself-and-others | Mary McCarthy | |
| a24e6e5 | and he began to understand what a wild game we play in life; he began to understand that a thing once done cannot be undone nor changed by saying "I am sorry!" | Stevenson Robert Louis | ||
| 697caf8 | My heart is a Latin American food stall and your love is a health inspector from Zurich. | love | Tom Robbins | |
| 5b2807d | Life is too small a container for certain individuals. Some of them, such as Alobar, huff and puff and try to expand the container. Others, such as Kudra, seek to pry the lid off and hop out. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 7c593a0 | Champagne was discovered by a Catholic monk," said Bernard. "Took one swallow and burst out of his cellar yelling, 'I'm drinking stars, I'm drinking stars!' Tequila was invented by a bunch of brooding Indians. Into human sacrifice and pyramids. Somewhere between champagne and tequila is the secret history of Mexico, just as somewhere between beef jerky and Hostess Twinkies is the secret history of America. Or aren't you in the mood for epig.. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 859d2fa | If you take any activity, any art, any discipline, any skill, take it and push it as far as it will go, push it beyond where it has ever been before, | Tom Robbins | ||
| 34179f6 | It's a privilege to love someone, to truly love them; and while it's paradisaical if she or he loves you back, it's unfair to demand or expect reciprocity. We should consider ourselves luck, honored, blessed that we possess the capacity to feel tenderness of such magnitude and be grateful even when that love is not returned. Love is the only game in which we win even when we lose. | gratitude idealization together turbulence | Tom Robbins | |
| 8c1270a | Ritual he liked, but compulsory routine he hated. Thus, he resented every minute that he now had to surrender to showering, shampooing, shaving, and flossing and brushing his teeth. If mere men could devise self-defrosting refrigerators and self-cleaning ovens, why couldn't nature, in all its complex, inventive magnificence, have managed to come up with self-cleaning teeth? "There's birth," he grumbled, "there's death, and in between there'.. | life tom-robbins | Tom Robbins | |
| 9798b3e | The principal difference between an adventurer and a suicide is that the adventurer leaves himself a margin of escape (the narrower the margin the greater the adventure), a margin whose width and length may be determined by unknown factors but whose navigation is determined by the measure of the adventurer's nerve and wits. It is exhilarating to live by one's nerves or toward the summit of one's wits. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 8a54a12 | Very well. He'd lighten up. As a matter of fact, he felt as light as the bubbly froth that flew from the lips of the waves. Whatever else his long, unprecedented life might have been, it had been fun. Fun! If others should find that appraisal shallow, frivolous, so be it. To him, it seemed now to largely have been some form of play. And he vowed that in the future he would strive to keep that sense of play more in mind, for he'd grown convi.. | evil fun life piety play transcendence vigilance | Tom Robbins | |
| ebbf371 | Telling a lie is an act with a sharp focus. It is designed to insert a particular falsehood at a particular point in a set or system of beliefs, in order to have that point occupied by the truth. This requires a degree of craftsmanship, in which the teller of the lie submits to objective constraints imposed by what he takes to be the truth. The liar is inescapably concerned with truth-values. In order to invent a lie at all, he must think h.. | Harry G. Frankfurt | ||
| 4ed0163 | Self-Compassion: Stop Beating Yourself Up and Leave Insecurity Behind, she defines each of these elements: Self-kindness: Being warm and understanding toward ourselves when we suffer, fail, or feel inadequate, rather than ignoring our pain or flagellating ourselves with self-criticism. Common humanity: Common humanity recognizes that suffering and feelings of personal inadequacy are part of the shared human experience--something we all go t.. | Brené Brown | ||
| 37349e8 | Stillness is not about focusing on nothingness; it's about creating a clearing. It's opening up an emotionally clutter-free space and allowing ourselves to feel and think and dream and question. | Brené Brown | ||
| dc5315c | The most powerful emotions that we experience have very sharp points, like the tip of a thorn. When they prick us, they cause discomfort and even pain. Just the anticipation or fear of these feelings can trigger intolerable vulnerability in us. We know it's coming. For many of us, our first response to vulnerability and pain of these sharp points is not to lean into the discomfort and feel our way through but rather to make it go away. We d.. | Brené Brown | ||
| 5e805cf | Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but that doesn't change the truth that I am brave and worthy of love and belonging. | Brené Brown |