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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f85ef48 | a vida e uma orquestra que sempre esta tocando, afinada, desafinada, um paquete titanic que sempre se afunda e sempre volta a superficie | José Saramago | ||
| 8e752c8 | In all the known history of Mankind, advances have been made primarily in physical technology; in the capacity of handling the inanimate world about Man. Control of self and society has been left to to chance or to the vague gropings of intuitive ethical systems based on inspiration and emotion. As a result no culture of greater stability than about fifty-five percent has ever existed, and these only as the result of great human misery. | science-fiction society | Isaac Asimov | |
| fdaeb8e | You don't beat refusal to believe in a frontal attack. | Isaac Asimov | ||
| 800c321 | The fact of the matter is that young men lack skill and experience and are very likely to approach a girl as though she were a sack of wheat. It is the old man--suave, debonair, maturely charming--who knows exactly what to do and how to do it, and is therefore better at it. | isaac-asimov the-sensuous-dirty-old-man | Isaac Asimov | |
| e6d5d72 | To Mankind | Isaac Asimov | ||
| 7c4f48e | You are a practical man, Elijah. You do not moon romantically over Earth's past, despite your healthy interest in it. Nor do you stubbornly embrace the City culture of Earth's present day. We felt that people such as yourself were the ones that could lead Earthmen to the stars once more. | Isaac Asimov | ||
| c5072a2 | The Solarians have given up something mankind has had for a million years; something worth more than atomic power, cities, agriculture, tools, fire, everything; because it's something that made everything possible (...) The tribe, sir. Cooperation between individuals. | tribe society teamwork | Isaac Asimov | |
| 6c03fcd | In themselves, harmless. As a group, incredibly dangerous. | Isaac Asimov | ||
| 7a4100e | The difference between reading a story and studying a story is the difference between living the story and killing the story and looking at its guts. | reading studying | Cory Doctorow | |
| 83a028e | The fact is, almost everything you do is collaborative. Somewhere out there, someone else had a hand it it. | Cory Doctorow | ||
| f21730c | Everyone wants a definition of creativity that makes what they do into something special and what everyone else does into nothing special. But the fact is, we're all creative. We come up with weird and interesting ideas all the time. The biggest difference between 'creators' isn't their imagination - it's how hard they work. Ideas are easy. Doing stuff is hard. | Cory Doctorow | ||
| 825fd6a | This life is real too. We're communicating aren't we? | Cory Doctorow | ||
| 6119920 | It is only when you suffer that you really understand. | Jules Verne | ||
| 761fbeb | However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten | Jules Verne | ||
| f47c2b6 | I ask no more than to live a hundred years longer, that I may have more time to dwell the longer on your memory. | Jules Verne | ||
| d4a3d4c | Prayer is a practical strategy, the gaining of temporal advantage in the capital markets of Sin and Remission. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 12e99c3 | Off-camera lives are unverifiable. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ca0530c | These are among the people I've tried to know twice, the second time in memory and language. Through them, myself. They are what I've become, in ways I don't understand but which I believe will accrue to a rounded truth, a second life for me as well as them. Cracking jokes in the mandatory American manner of people self-concious about death. This is the humor of violent surprise. How do you connect things? Learn their names. It was a strang.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| e277216 | The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at night down the middle of the street and hear women talking on the telephone. Warmer weather produces voices in the dark. They are talking about their adolescent sons. How big, how fast. The sons are almost frightening. The quantities they eat. The way they loom in doorways. These are the days that are full.. | suburbia | Don DeLillo | |
| 6674476 | Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 8021162 | They've grown comfortable with their money,' I said. 'They genuinely believe they're entitled to it. This conviction gives them a kind of rude health. They glow a little. | Don DeLillo | ||
| fe6ce76 | It's all about time, dimwit time, inferior time, people checking watches and other devices, other reminders. This is time draining out of our lives. Cities were built to measure time, to remove time from nature. There's an endless counting down, he said. When you strip away surfaces, when you see into it, what's left is terror. This is the thing that literature was meant to cure. The epic poem, the bedtime story. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 383b893 | Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't begin to mean anything until the subject is dead. This is the whole point. We're doing this to create a kind of sentimental past for people in decades to come. It's their past, their history we're inventing here. And it's not how I look now that matters. It's how I'll look in twenty-five years as clothing and faces change, as photographs change. The deeper I pass into death, the m.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| d26e203 | The city is a device for measuring time. | Don DeLillo | ||
| d4716d4 | Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ef4bb76 | You sometimes hear people say, with a certain pride in their clerical resistance to the myth, that the nineteenth century really ended not in 1900 but in 1914. But there are different ways of measuring an epoch. 1914 has obvious qualifications; but if you wanted to defend the neater, more mythical date, you could do very well. In 1900 Nietzsche died; Freud published The Interpretation of Dreams; 1900 was the date of Husserl Logic, and of Ru.. | Frank Kermode | ||
| 236a688 | Now may this little Book a blessing be To those that love this little Book, and me: And may its Buyer have no cause to say, His money is but lost, or thrown away. | writing books | John Bunyan | |
| 7e4064a | There are things we can't change, and we just have to accept that. And maybe that's some kind of grace | Bryan Lee O'Malley | ||
| 933fea1 | and time is the stuff of which a self is made. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 043e425 | You have reminded me of how alien I found the concept of acquaintances splitting the bill when I first arrived in your country. I had been raised to favour mutual generosity over mathematical precision in such matters; given time both work equally well to even a score. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 3c53565 | Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can see. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| b60d6ad | And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own. | airplanes aviation flying pilot | Richard Bach | |
| 0249b49 | Never had I understood that I command, with absolute authority, the ship of my life! I decide its mission and rules and discipline, at my word waits every tool and sail, every cannon, the strength of every soul on board. I'm master of a team of passionate skills to sail me through hell's own jaws the second I nod the direction to steer. | Richard Bach | ||
| 17b954a | Anybody who's ever mattered, anybody who's ever been happy, anybody who's ever given any gift into the world has been a divinely selfish soul, living for his own best interest. No exceptions. | Richard Bach | ||
| 42dfdf9 | This damned burg's getting me. If I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| c40329c | Listen, darling, tomorrow I'll buy you a whole lot of detective stories, but don't worry your pretty little head over mysteries tonight. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| ce33dee | I know not which I prefer the look of--those who attack us or that which defends us! | Michael Moorcock | ||
| 9567968 | Man may trust man, Prince Elric, but perhaps we'll never have a truly sane world until men learn to trust mankind. That would mean the death of magic, I think. | mankind sanity man magic trust eternal-champion smiorgan-baldhead | Michael Moorcock | |
| 82e8f7a | They were still so young they hadn't learned to count the odds and to sense they might owe the universe a tragedy. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 9da526e | Sunrise is the time to feel that you will be able to find out how to help somebody close to you who you think needs help even if he doesn't think. At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear | inspiration sunrise | Norman Maclean | |
| fdfcccc | XEROX AND WURLITZER HAVE ANNOUNCED THEY WILL MERGE TO MARKET REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS | Linda Howard | ||
| 547bad5 | You have underwear." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you try it on?" "Nah. Just rubbed it against my face." | Linda Howard | ||
| 1ea8b79 | Well, you've done it now," was her sisterly opening shot. Jaine rubbed between her eyebrows; a definite headache was forming. After the exchange with David, she waited to see where this one was going. "I won't be able to hold up my head in church." "Really? Oh, Shelley, I'm so sorry," Jaine said sweetly. "I didn't realize you have the dreaded Limp Neck disease. When were you diagnosed?" | Linda Howard | ||
| b53f13f | It's like you're born with all these blessings, only you don't realize they're blessings until you lose them. And if you're thick-headed enough, like me, you don't even realize you've lost them, not until they come back to you. | Kevin Brockmeier |