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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 234985b | The earth will always be the same - only cities and history will change, even nations will change, governments and governors will go, the things made by men's hands will go, buildings will always crumble - only the earth will remain the same, there will always be men on the earth in the morning, there will always be the things made by God's hands - and all this history of cities and congress now will go, all modern history is only a litteri.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d37d9be | Does this mean that frontiers from now on are to be in the imagination? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 876664b | If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7c5448f | Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts. | change learning travel | Jack Kerouac | |
| ba6eeb9 | Smith, I distrust any kind of Buddhism or any kinda philosophy or social system that puts down sex said Japhy (Gary Snyder) | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 9be9519 | I bless you, all living things, I bless you in the endless past, I bless you in the endless present, I bless you in the endless future, amen. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 12d688e | Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already. | love pain | Jack Kerouac | |
| 56086b5 | I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's left us | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8551237 | and rain will fall on our eaves. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d148bed | He wasn't drunk on liquor, just drunk on what he liked - crowds of people milling. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ff3609e | I can't think of anybody...who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry about in my secret self all the time when I don't feel strong, the sorrows of time and personality, and can therefore on all levels make it all the way with me | Jack Kerouac | ||
| de68af2 | I didn't bring my peremptory tone to bear in regard to what you'd just said about the unnecessariness of sleep but only, , mind you, because of the fact that I absolutely, simply, purely and without any whatevers have to sleep now, I mean, man, my eyes are closing, they're redhot, sore, tired, beat... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| bccf8d5 | Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! - and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night, as men shiver in their coats and hurry home. And then the lights of home glowing in those desolate deeps. There are the stars, though! - high and sparkling in a spiritual firmament. We will walk in the windsweeps, gloating in the envelopment of ourselves, seekin.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 318e75a | Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 535b372 | this girl I was SEEKING to get involved with as if not enough trouble already or other old romances hadn't taught me that message of pain, keep asking for it, for life | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ddfeb3b | 1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy 2. Submissive to everything, open, listening 3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house 4. Be in love with yr life 5. Something that you feel will find its own form 6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind 7. Blow as deep as you want to blow 8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind 9. The unspeakable visions of the individual 10. No time for poetry .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 10aa16b | and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. | madness on-the-road waste-of-time | Jack Kerouac | |
| 89623ad | 'nt wHyd. tt`lm 'n tmshy krjl wHyd, 'n ttsk`, 'n tjr qdmyk, 'n tr~ dwn 'n tnZr, 'n tnZr dwn 'n tr~. tt`lm lshffyh, lhmwd, `dm lwjwd. tt`lm 'n tkwn Tyfan, w 'n tnZr llns km lw knw Hjrh | Georges Perec | ||
| d07ff26 | People who choose to earn money first, people who put off their real plans until later, until they are rich, are not necessarily wrong. People who want only to live, and who reckon living is absolute freedom, the exclusive pursuit of happiness, the sole satisfaction of their desires and instincts, the immediate enjoyment of the boundless riches of the world [...] such people will always be unhappy. It is true [...] that there are people for.. | Georges Perec | ||
| 603ef32 | Historical consciousness therefore leaves you, as does maturity itself, with a simultaneous sense of your own significance and insignificance. Like Friedrich's wanderer, you dominate a landscape even as you're diminished by it. You're suspended between sensibilities that are at odds with one another, but it's precisely within that suspension that your own identity--whether as a person or a historian--tends to reside. Self-doubt must always .. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| e798c76 | The Mona Lisa, the Mona Lisa....Leonardo had eye trouble....Art couldn't explain it....But now we're safe, since science can explain it. Maybe Milton wrote Paradise Lost because he was blind? And Beethoven wrote the Ninth Symphony because he was deaf... | William Gaddis | ||
| 62e22e8 | We shall live for no reason. Then die and be done with it. What a recognition! What shall save us? Only the knowledge that we have lived without illusion, not excluding the illusion that something will save us. --William H. Gass, "Mr. Gaddis and His Goddamn Books" (2006)" | William H. Gass | ||
| 934a1e4 | Mind, I am not preaching anything contrary to accepted morality. I am not advocating free love in this or any other case. Society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to suicide and madness. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 2317436 | He thought he suddenly understood. For the Lincon-shire sergeant-major the word Peace meant that a man could stand up on a hill. For him it meant someone to talk to. | tietjens | Ford Madox Ford | |
| a0f536c | Seven smirked as he walked back over to me. "I gave you catharsis last night. Twice." | catharsis funny humor | T.J. Klune | |
| e602675 | family is not defined by blood. It's not always who you're born to that you're stuck with. It's what you want it to be, what you make of it. It's the people around you who see you at your worst and are not afraid to pick up the pieces when you fall apart. It's the people who can call you on your bullshit. It's tough to hear, but if you do hear it, it means that someone gives a damn about you and chances are you should probably listen. It's .. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 78d5308 | You guys look like you liked Mumford & Sons before everyone else did and now don't like them because everyone else does. | T.J. Klune | ||
| dd7d53e | Joe crowded into my side, sitting down next to me, not leaving any room between us. The meal was an exercise in torture. He leaned in often when talking to me, breath on my neck, whispering in my ear. He touched my arm, my hand, my thigh. He had a straw in his soda. He never used straws. Never. But he had one now, pulled from somewhere, eyelashes fluttering up at me as he sucked, cheeks hollowing. I dropped my fork. It clattered loudly onto.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| e296e1a | found out I really hated dancing with strangers who were trying to get up in my business, so I filled in the silence with vivid descriptions of how we'd have at least ten kids and that I knew a spell that would allow us to get pregnant so we could take turns just popping out the ass babies. I'm pretty sure a couple of them all but ran by the time we'd finished. I waved after them. | T.J. Klune | ||
| dec206c | Okay, okay. So. First things first. Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Second thing: I should probably say "thank you" for saving my life. Say it and then follow it up with something funny like... okay. Spinach joke. Spinach joke. Shit. Um... Oh, I know! What do anal sex and spinach have in common? If you're forced to have either as a child, you won't want it as an adult. Holy fucking Christ. What the fuck is wrong with me? There is no way I can make a.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 0fa57dc | Commercial Art tries to make you buy things. Graphic Design gives you ideas. | commercial design graphic-design graphics | Chip Kidd | |
| 9b6f174 | I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments. | Stanisław Lem | ||
| fece2d2 | But..." Both men looked over inquiringly when Maximus spoke. "But I never asked you to help me with Noakes." Makepeace nodded, his expression grave. "You didn't have to." "You never had to," St. John concurred." | duke-of-midnight elizabeth-hoyt friendship ghost-of-st-giles maiden-lane | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 9755501 | For the first time in a very long time, he yearned to see tomorrow. Tomorrow and the day after that and the year after that. There was a possibility that with Megs he might have a life to look forward to. And because of that, tonight he was going to hunt down a man and assassinate him in cold blood. This act would damn his very soul but for Megs it was worth it. For Meggie he would walk the fires of hell. | love | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 4d3660b | He looked down at her as he eased from the bed. Why such a creature of light and love and life should have come to him, he could not fathom. But he was grateful. Very grateful. | godric lord-of-darkness | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c76a35c | Silence cleared her throat, fearful her voice would come out a croak. "Is she asleep?" He blinked as if he, too, were waking from a dream, and glanced down at Mary Darling. "Aye, I'm a-thinkin' she is--she's stopped fussin' at me." Silence felt a huge smile of relief spread over her face. "She was fussing? Oh, how wonderful!" He shot her a look, one eyebrow arching. "Ye've taught the child to bully me, too, now?" "Oh, no," she said hastily,.. | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| fd0989c | Griffin took one step toward the big desk and swiped his arms across the entire top. Pens, papers, books, a small marbel bust, and an ink well all crashed to the floor. Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield's outraged eyes. "We seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sisters hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your p.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| eab62f4 | Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendour. City of saints and scholars. City of gaiety. Sink of iniquity. In two thousand years, Paris had seen it all. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| 6d675a7 | She was quiet for a moment or two. Then she said: 'Cruel words are a terrible thing, Quash. Sometimes you regret them. But what's been said cannot be unsaid. | Edward Rutherfurd | ||
| ecb6d54 | Even a mentally challenged shark would figure out that sea turtles did not wear boxer shorts printed in flying piggies, and no sea turtle would be yattering streams of obscenities between chain-smoker gasps of breath. | island-of-the-sequined-love-nun | Christopher Moore | |
| 9c329b5 | then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron's picture on it and he quoted "She Walks in Beauty," which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. --from The Chronicles o.. | you-suck | Christopher Moore | |
| bebbdef | Lash had been explaining to her that it's impolite to refer to an African American as a nigga, unless one was another African American, when Troy Lee came in and said, "She only speaks Cantonese." "She does not. She keeps coming in and saying 'What's up my nigga?'" "Oh yeah. She does that to me, too. Did you give her a pound?" "No. I didn't give her a pound, motherfucker. She called me a nigga." "Well, she's not going to quit unless you giv.. | humourous-situations | Christopher Moore | |
| 7710d50 | I'll not have an exchange with an impudent fool." [Oswald] He's not impudent," said Jones [the puppet]. "With proper inspiration, the lad sports a woody as stout as a mooring pin. Ask your lady." I nodded in agreement with the puppet, for he is most wise for having a brain of sawdust. Impudent! Impudent! Not impotent!" said Oswald, frothing a bit now." | fool | Christopher Moore | |
| ee4420d | in reference to turkey bowling] He [Tommy] squinted and picked his target, then took his steps and sent the bird sliding down the aisle. A collective gasp rose from the crew as the fourteen-pound, self-basting, fresh-frozen projectile of wholesome savory goodness plowed into the soap bottles like a freight train into a chorus line of drunken grandmothers. | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore |