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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 91b13af | So what rhyming poems do is they take all these nearby sound curves and remind you that they first existed that way in your brain. Before they meant something specific, they had a shape and a way of being said. And now, yes, gloom and broom are floating fifty miles away from each other in you mind because they refer to different notions, but they're cheek-by-jowl as far as your tongue is concerned. And that's what a poem does. Poems match s.. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| 7966d9e | There is no good word for ; just as there is no good word for . is to as is to , and as is to , and as is to . | sex organs french | Nicholson Baker | |
| ec31cee | I would like to visit the factory that makes train horns, and ask them how they are able to arrive at that chord of eternal mournfulness. Is it deliberately sad? Are the horns saying, Be careful, stay away from this train or it will run you over and then people will grieve, and their grief will be as the inconsolable wail of this horn through the night? The out-of-tuneness of the triad is part of its beauty. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| 4054efa | But: all journeys were return journeys. The farther one traveled, the nakeder one got, until, towards the end, ceasing to be animated by any scene, one was most oneself, a man in a bed surrounded by empty bottles. The man who says, "I've got a wife and kids" is far from home; at home he speaks of Japan. But he does not know - how could he? - that the scenes changing in the train window from Victoria Station to Tokyo Central are nothing comp.. | Paul Theroux | ||
| 93498b5 | Achati chuckled. "You may be surprised. Some might come in the hopes of being snatched away to a secret place ruled by exotic women." | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 8674dd9 | The world's most primitive people have few possessions, but they are not poor. Poverty is not a certain small amount of goods, nor is it just a relation between means and ends; above all it is a relation between people. Poverty is a social status. As such it is the invention of civilization. | economics | Marshall Sahlins | |
| 752e9fc | Work, then, institutionalizes homicide as a way of life. People think the Cambodians were crazy for exterminating themselves, but are we any different? The Pol Pot regime at least had a vision, however blurred, of an egalitarian society. We kill people in the six-figure range (at least) in order to sell Big Macs and Cadillacs to the survivors. Our forty or fifty thousand annual highway fatalities are victims, not martyrs. They died for noth.. | work labor capitalism | Bob Black | |
| e7614c5 | I've matured. I have a much higher tolerance for boredom. | matured tolerance | Tom Perrotta | |
| f5a101d | Back then, when everybody thought the world would last forever, nobody had time for anything. | world nobody-had-time | Tom Perrotta | |
| 1379795 | The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's best friend and only true enemy -- the good and great enemy. He neither walks with the multitude nor cheers with them. The writer who is a writer is a rebel who never stops. | writing writers | William Saroyan | |
| 2e8252f | He was under the impression that he belonged wherever there was something interesting to see. | William Saroyan | ||
| 4444fe6 | a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4a33ba7 | I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9902ca3 | The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fe0ac11 | At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will. | stars on-the-road sal-paradise | Jack Kerouac | |
| 7c4854f | I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do? | sadness | Jack Kerouac | |
| 4b158f3 | The road must eventually lead to the whole world. Ain't nowhere else it can go - right? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| cd212b6 | To make the sea your own, to watch over it, to brood your very soul into it, to accept it and love it as though only it mattered and existed. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0f6ca2a | I realize I'm just a silly stranger goofing with other strangers for no reason far away from anything that ever mattered to me what that was--Always an ephemeral "visitor" to the Coast nevery really involved with anyone's lives there because I'm always ready to fly back across the country but not to any life of my own on the other end either, just a traveling stranger like Old Bull Balloon... (p. 178)" | interpersonal-relationships roaming | Jack Kerouac | |
| 5cc1afc | Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 52830ae | God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 469406f | Great laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the spirit of the Mountain was thinking; and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great western slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Spri.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5c8c37e | it's all the same to me as long as it can be exciting and goes around the world. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2aa6c5b | I realised either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 68815f3 | Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream? | religion | Jack Kerouac | |
| 4e4a4fa | Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much. | understanding past life | Jack Kerouac | |
| 6c62cf6 | You will never stop seeing yourself. You can do nothing, you cannot escape yourself, you cannot escape your own gaze, you never will be able to: even if you were to fall into a sleep so deep that no shock, no shout, no burning pain could rouse you, there would still be this eye, your eye, that will never close, that will never sleep. You see yourself, you see yourself seeing yourself, you watch yourself watching yourself. Even if you were t.. | Georges Perec | ||
| 927bc19 | The really inspired person is never inspired: he's always inspired: he doesn't go looking for inspiration and he doesn't get up in arms about artistic technique. | Raymond Queneau | ||
| aeec8a6 | That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything. | William Gaddis | ||
| 25ba464 | There's much more stupidity than there is malice in the world... | William Gaddis | ||
| 575ac24 | Men, at any rate, never fulfilled expectations. They might, upon acquaintance, turn out more entertaining than they appeared; but almost always taking up with a man was like reading a book you had read when you had forgotten that you had read it. You had not been for ten minutes in any sort of intimacy with any man before you had said: "But I've read all this before..." You knew the opening, you were already bored by the middle, and, especi.. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 735a4ec | He sighs and bows his head, burying his face in his hands. I touch his hair. His ears. Bear may be my rock, but Dom is the force that moves me. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 3aa6d7e | How he closed down like before. How he gave himself over to the wolf. How he didn't speak for months and months. And yet, the moment he comes home, the moment he sees you again, he finds his voice like he'd never lost it at all. | T.J. Klune | ||
| d435f09 | I've raised you to be honest and kind. I've raised you to be brave and strong. If you become the man I think you'll be, then you and me will always be eye to eye. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 07940d0 | Losing him hurts more than anything I've ever felt before. But losing you? Ox, if anything happened to you, it would kill me. There is no point for me if you're not here. So no. You're not going. You're going to stay here because I love you more than anything in this goddamn world and I don't fucking care if you're pissed. I don't care if you hate me because of it. As long as I know you're safe, then that's all that matters. That's why, you.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| ab52921 | We went into the Dark Woods and I almost had to get gay fairy married again and now I feel really bad and Ryan got bad-touched by trees and Fairy King Dimitri was cryptic and annoying and apparently has a size kink. | ryan sam | T.J. Klune | |
| f8ecd28 | You have pajamas with a dead Palestinian leader's face on them." "I am aware," Gus said, trying not to fidget as Casey essentially stared at his crotch. "They're my Yasser Arapants." Casey choked. Gus waited. "Oh my fucking god," Casey mumbled to himself. "You're like... just... like, this ." | T.J. Klune | ||
| c61e800 | All things being equal, you root for your own sex, your own culture, your own locality...and what you want to prove is that you are better than the other person. Whomever you root for represents you; and when he wins, you win."88" | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 420d553 | The idea of potential loss plays a large role in human decision making. In fact, people seem to be more motivated by the thought of losing something than by the thought of gaining something of equal value. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 0990069 | Now I'll just have to do without." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry?" Then Maximus did something very strange: he went on one knee before her. "This isn't right at all," he said, continuing to glare as if he found it all her fault. She sat up. "What are you doing?" "Artemis Greaves, will you do me the honor of --" "Are you insane?" she demanded. "What of your father? Your conviction that you must marry for the dukedom?" "My father is dea.. | love marriage-proposal proposal | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 813321d | Humph." She peered down suspiciously as he parted the leaves to reveal the choke. "That doesn't look very tasty." "That's because it isn't," he said. "Pay heed: the artichoke is a shy vegetable. She covers herself in spine-tipped leaves that must be carefully peeled away, and underneath shields her treasure with a barricade o' soft needles. They must be tenderly, but firmly, scraped aside. Ye must be bold, for if yer not, she'll never revea.. | silence scandalous-desires | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 7028c74 | She swallowed and licked her lips. "It's rather good." He laughed breathlessly. Have care, part of his brain whispered. This way only leads to pain. But his c*ck was pressing hard against the placket of his breeches and he wanted to take her hand and draw her away to his rooms and keep her there until she learned to scream in pleasure. Until she screamed his name and no other." | scandalous-desires mickey | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 5304786 | And if he presses, tell him it's a female matter. That stops any question. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 7c2792c | She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. "Are you trying to steal the reins from me?" Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. "You have them only by my permission." | winter isabel thief-of-shadows | Elizabeth Hoyt |