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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 29f73d5 | What is crucial to your survival as a race is not the redistribution of power and wealth within the prison but rather the destruction of the prison itself. | Daniel Quinn | ||
| 29ccb0f | This is considered almost holy work by farmers and ranchers. Kill off everything you can't eat. Kill off anything that eats what you eat. Kill off anything that doesn't feed what you eat." "It IS holy work, in Taker culture. The more competitors you destroy, the more humans you can bring into the world, and that makes it just about the holiest work there is. Once you exempt yourself from the law of limited competition, everything in the wor.. | philosophy ecology exploitation | Daniel Quinn | |
| cec6652 | In One Dimensions, did not a moving Point produce a Line with two terminal points? In two Dimensions, did not a moving Line produce a Square wit four terminal points? In Three Dimensions, did not a moving Square produce - did not the eyes of mine behold it - that blessed being, a Cube, with eight terminal points? And in Four Dimensions, shall not a moving Cube - alas, for Analogy, and alas for the Progress of Truth if it be not so - shall n.. | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 9749752 | The universe seeks equilibriums; it prefers to disperse energy, disrupt organization, and maximize chaos. Life is designed to combat these forces. We slow down reactions, concentrate matter, and organize chemicals into compartments; we sort laundry on Wednesdays. "It sometimes seems as if curbing entropy is our quixotic purpose in the universe," James Gleick wrote. We live in the loopholes of natural laws, seeking extensions, exceptions and.. | the-gene the-universe | Siddhartha Mukherjee | |
| a5e8bf2 | The universe is computing its own destiny. | James Gleick | ||
| 1101b30 | In the end I began to understand. There is such a thing as absolute power over narrative. Those who secure this privilege for themselves can arrange stories about others pretty much where, and as, they like. Just as in corrupt, totalitarian regimes, those who exercise power over others can do anything. | narrative imperialism corruption power | Chinua Achebe | |
| 934fde2 | She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away. | woman feelings love hug empty | James Baldwin | |
| 3804cbf | I remember that life in that room seemed to be occurring beneath the sea, time flowed past indifferently above us, hours and days had no meaning. In the beginning our life held a joy and amazement which was newborn every day. Beneath the joy, of course, was anguish and beneath the amazement was fear; but they did not work themselves to the beginning until our high beginning was aloes on our tongues. By then anguish and fear had become the s.. | psychological | James Baldwin | |
| 1ddf96f | The young think that failure is the Siberian end of the line, banishment from all the living, and tend to do what I then did--which was to hide. | failure | James Baldwin | |
| 304921f | A child cannot, thank Heaven, know how vast and how merciless is the nature of power, with what unbelievable cruelty people treat each other. | power | James Baldwin | |
| 9dbc9cc | Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden," Jacques said. And then: "I wonder why." | James Baldwin | ||
| 4561ea7 | Whoever is born in New York is ill-equipped to deal with any other city: all other cities seem, at best, a mistake, and, at worst, a fraud. No other city is so spitefully incoherent. Whereas other cities flaunt there history - their presumed glory - in vividly placed monuments, squares, parks, plaques, and boulevards, such history as New York has been unable entirely to obliterate is to be found, mainly, in the backwaters of Wall Street, in.. | history new-york-city | James Baldwin | |
| 86a5ada | People said that he was very nice, but I confess that his utter grotesqueness made me uneasy; perhaps in the same way that the sight of monkeys eating their own excrement turns some people's stomachs. They might not mind so much if monkeys did not- so grotesquely- resemble human beings. | James Baldwin | ||
| 1883383 | Secrets hidden at the heart of midnight are simply waiting to be dragged to the light, as, on some unlucky high noon, they always are. But secrets shrouded in the glare of candor are bound to defeat even the most determined and agile inspector for the light is always changing and proves that the eye cannot be trusted. | James Baldwin | ||
| 179bbfd | I know that people can be better than they are. We are capable of bearing a great burden, once we discover that the burden is reality and arrive where reality is. | people goodness self-awareness reality life | James Baldwin | |
| 4e4f0ee | Now, one hears from a long time ago that "white is merely a state of mind." I add to that, white is a moral choice. It's up to you to be as white as you want to be and pay the price of that ticket. You cannot tell a black man by the color of skin, either. But this is a democracy." | James Baldwin | ||
| 24f4751 | You're getting to be a big boy,' I said desperately, 'it's time you started thinking about your future.' 'I'm thinking about my future,' said Sonny, grimly. 'I think about it all the time. | James Baldwin | ||
| 6ac3899 | Archie became absolutely still, afraid that the rapid beating of his heart might betray his sudden knowledge, the proof of what he'd always suspected, not only of Brother Leon but most grownups, most adults: they were vulnerable, running scared, open to invasion. | Robert Cormier | ||
| 8404dbd | If only all the contradictory voices shouting inside my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance. | Ralph Ellison | ||
| bc6699e | I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. | Ralph Ellison | ||
| fa60bfd | Of course, you only live one life, and you make all your mistakes, and learn what not to do, and that's the end of you. | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| 0175399 | Looking back at the worst times, it always seems that they were times in which there were people who believed with absolute faith and absolute dogmatism in something. And they were so serious in this matter that they insisted that the rest of the world agree with them. And then they would do things that were directly inconsistent with their own beliefs in order to maintain that what they said was true. | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| b8fd645 | the imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man. | man nature | Richard P. Feynman | |
| 1dfea06 | The things that mattered were honesty, independence, willingness to admit ignorance. | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| d8e6090 | Cathy smiled back 'Rules were meant to be broken.' 'Don't disagree,' Oversteegen replied immediately. 'Indeed they are. Providin', however, that the one breakin' the rules is willin' t' pay the price for it, and the price gets charged in full. Which you were, Lady Catharine. I saluted you for it then-at the family dinner table that night, in fact. My mother was infinitely more indisposed thereafter; tottered back t' her bed cursin' me for a.. | sacrifice | David Weber | |
| 3b06b43 | There are two sides to every dialogue, but if you accept the other side's terms without demanding equal time for your own, then they control the debate and its outcome. | David Weber | ||
| 352bd32 | This just gets worse and worse," Rob Pierre sighed as he skimmed Leonard Boardman's synopsis of his latest gleanings from the Solarian League reporters covering the PRH. "How can one person--one person, Oscar!--do this much damage? She's like some damned elemental force of nature!" "Harrington?" Oscar Saint-Just quirked an eyebrow and snorted harshly at Pierre's nodded confirmation. "She's just happened to be in the right places--or the wro.. | success | David Weber | |
| ab168cb | The book answers questions other people have thought of. I have thought of questions they have not answered. I always thought my questions were wrong questions because no one else asked them. Maybe no one thought of them. Maybe darkness got there first. Maybe I am the first light touching a gulf of ignorance. Maybe my questions matter. | Elizabeth Moon | ||
| 3172968 | But the summer had been a very happy one, too -- a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily. | life-and-living | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 71fd1a4 | Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting. | humor l-m-montomery | L.M. Montgomery | |
| a06fb8b | I could spank Constantine and skin him alive afterwards, that I could," she exclaimed bitterly. "Oh, Susan, I'm surprised at you," said the doctor, pulling a long face. "Have you no regard for the proprieties? Skin him alive by all means but omit the spanking." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 19bf289 | How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 3c7b7a0 | ANNE: You said you'd keep me in my room until I confessed. I just thought up a good confession and made it as interesting as I could. MARILLA: But it was still a lie. ANNE: You wouldn't believe the truth. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| f9f7c67 | Well, I don't know," said the Story Girl thoughtfully. "I think there are two kinds of true thing - true things that , and true things that are , but be." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d8afb7c | Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 52b916b | I doubted God last Sunday " said Rilla "but I don't doubt Him today. Evil cannot win. Spirit is on our side and it is bound to outlast flesh." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 55b5f00 | I'm afraid of those cows,' protested poor Dora, seeing a prospect of escape. 'The very idea of your being scared of those cows,' scoffed Davy. 'Why, they're both younger than you. | l-m-montgomery cows | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 2d44abf | I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's full of flaws.' 'So's everybody's,' said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. 'Mine's cracked in a hundred places. Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would.. | l-m-montgomery | L.M. Montgomery | |
| d24dad5 | I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d25da9d | If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair. | sirens | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 294edc7 | speaking of a friend named Lavendar Lewis] 'I think her parents gave her the only right and fitting name that could possibly be given her,' said Anne. 'If they had been so blind as to name her Elizabeth or Nellie or Muriel she must have been called Lavendar just the same, I think. It's so suggestive of sweetness and old-fashioned graces and "silk attire." Now, my name just smacks of bread and butter, patchwork and chores.' 'Oh, I don't th.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| dc17519 | Let me remind you that the measure of anyone's freedom is what he can do without. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 20686ab | Changes come all the time. Just as soon as things get really nice they change,' she said with a sigh. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 56fd2ec | Silence and twilight fell over the garden. Far away the sea was lapping gently and monotonously on the bar. The wind of evening in the poplars sounded like some sad, weird old rune-some broken dream of old memories. A slender, shapely young aspen rose up before them against the fine maize and emerald and paling rose of the western sky, which brought out every leaf and twig in dark, tremulous, elfin loveliness. | L.M. Montgomery |