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| 558d049 | The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed looking down at him disapprovingly. The creature had many eyes, all over it, ultra-modern expensive-looking clothing, and rose up eight feet high. Also, it carried an enormous scroll. "You're going to read me my sins," Charles Freck said. The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll. Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, "And it's going to take a hundred .. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| f1d5fda | I love you, Dominique. I love you so much that nothing can matter to me--not even you. Can you understand that? Only my love--not your answer. Not even your indifference. | love gail-wynand the-fountainhead | Ayn Rand | |
| 05c8b7a | I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...--I want you like an animal...or a whore. | want love dominique-francon howard-roark the-fountainhead | Ayn Rand | |
| 3d70115 | Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own - they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The loneliness for an equal - for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire...They envy achievement, and their dream of greatness is a world where all men have become their acknowledged inferiors. They don't know that that dream is the infallible proof of mediocrity, be.. | greatness mediocrity | Ayn Rand | |
| 8e67366 | What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey? | Ayn Rand | ||
| aad128f | It is a policeman's duty to retrieve stolen property and return it to its owners. But when robbery becomes the purpose of the law, and the policeman's duty becomes, not protection, but the plunder of property - then it is an outlaw who has to become a policeman. | property law society justice | Ayn Rand | |
| 3a5d049 | I do not recognize anyone's right to one minute of my life. Nor to any part of my energy. Nor to any achievement of mine. No matter who makes the claim, how large their number or how great their need. | the-fountainhead | Ayn Rand | |
| 766b07f | Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 4bacd4f | I hate incompetence. I think it's probably the only thing I do hate. But it didn't make me want to rule people. Nor to teach them anything. It made me want to do my own work in my own way and let myself be torn to pieces if necessary. | work the-fountainhead incompetence | Ayn Rand | |
| bd740b4 | To me-the foulest man on earth, more contemptible than a criminal, is the man who rejects men for being too good. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 494f8ed | And suddenly, for the first time this day, we remembered that we are the damned. We remembered it, and we laughed. | Ayn Rand | ||
| dbe7e8e | When we have unconflicted self-esteem, joy is our motor, not fear. It is happiness that we wish to experience, not suffering that we wish to avoid. Our purpose is self-expression, not self-avoidance or self-justification. Our motive is not to "prove" our worth but to live our possibilities." | Nathaniel Branden | ||
| 0693065 | What is required for many of us, paradoxical though it may sound, is the courage to tolerate happiness without self-sabotage. | self-sabotage | Nathaniel Branden | |
| 5b6e457 | Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could. | life smell nostalgia | Anne Tyler | |
| 7eac906 | You could really feel physically wounded if someone hurt your feelings badly enough. | Anne Tyler | ||
| 61f652e | She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells of tar and roses | Anne Tyler | ||
| 1abed20 | On a clear day the Oregon coast is the most beautiful place on earth--clear and crisp and clean, a rich green in the land and a bright blue in the sky, the air fat and salty and bracing, the ocean spreading like a grin. Brown pelicans rise and fall in their chorus lines in the wells of the waves, cormorants arrow, an eagle kingly queenly floats south high above the water line. | Brian Doyle | ||
| d60376c | The problem with the designs of most engineers is that they are too logical. We have to accept human behavior the way it is, not the way we would wish it to be. | Donald A. Norman | ||
| 2760e34 | Cognition attempts to make sense of the world: emotion assigns value. | Donald A. Norman | ||
| 92849cd | The destination of the journey could not be altered, only the manner in which one approached it - whether one chose to walk erect or to be dragged complaining through the dust. | destiny inspirational | Robert Harris | |
| cb4e862 | Tell me, Harry, what difference would it make if it wasn't real?" Harry thought a moment, his chinless face sour. "We wouldn't have to do what we think we have to do. But even if we don't have to do what we think we have to do, it won't make any difference if we do it Which means we should just go ahead." Mavis sighed. "Just go ahead." "Just go ahead," said Hagbard. "A powerful mantra." "And if we don't go ahead," said George, "it doesn't m.. | harry-coin hagbard-celine | Robert Anton Wilson | |
| c987dce | Our people are good people, our people are kind people. Pray God someday kind people won't all be poor. Pray God someday a kid can eat. And the associations of owners know that some day the praying would stop. And there's the end. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 951bb5a | And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, "Use it well, use it wisely." | John Steinbeck | ||
| e02e441 | Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it. | haunting | John Steinbeck | |
| 73363dc | I seen hundreds of men come by on the road an' on the ranches, with their bindles on their back an' that same damn thing in their heads . . . every damn one of 'em's got a little piece of land in his head. An' never a God damn one of 'em ever gets it. Just like heaven. Ever'body wants a little piece of lan'. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. | heaven migrants land | John Steinbeck | |
| 7b567db | The last clear definite function of men--muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need--this is man. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 2469bc4 | A guy sets alone out here at night, maybe readin' books or thinkin' or stuff like that. Sometimes he gets thinkin', an' he got nothing to tell him what's so an' what ain't so. Maybe if he sees somethin', he don't know whether it's right or not. He can't turn to some other guy and ast him if he sees it too. He can't tell. He got nothing to measure by. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 9314972 | A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy--that's the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all. | John Steinbeck | ||
| f467c81 | Man, he lives in the jerks-- baby born an' a man dies, an' that's a jerk-- gets a farm an' loses his farm, an' that's a jerk. Woman, it's all one flow, like a stream, little eddies, little waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it like that. We ain't gonna die out. People is goin' on-- changin' a little, maybe, but goin' right on. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 5541d87 | But in the song there was a secret little inner song, hardly perceptible, but always there, sweet and secret and clinging, almost hiding in the counter-melody, and this was the Song of the Pearl That Might Be... | John Steinbeck | ||
| 9ff1ac1 | I had to be self-contained, a kind of casual turtle carrying his house on his back. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 77be965 | The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down. | insperational observational | John Steinbeck | |
| feb7e30 | The people came out of their houses and smelled the hot stinging air and covered their noses from it. And the children came out of the houses, but they did not run or shout as they would have done after a rain. Men stood by their fences and looked at the ruined corn, drying fast now, only a little green showing through the film of dust. The men were silent and they did not move often. And the women came out of the houses to stand beside the.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| b99ebfb | of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen. And I here make a rule - a great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last. The strange and foreign is not interesting - only the deeply personal and familiar. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 89bae89 | Lee's hand shook as he filled the delicate cups. He drank his down in one gulp. "Don't you see?" he cried. "The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in 'Thou shalt,' meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel--'Thou mayest'--that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That s.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| bee1c03 | I wonder Pa went so easy. I wonder Grampa didn' kill nobody. Nobody never tol' Grampa where to put his feet. An' Ma ain't nobody you can push aroun' neither. I seen her beat the hell out of a tin peddler with a live chicken one time 'cause he give her a argument. She had the chicken in one han', an' the ax in the other, about to cut its head off. She aimed to go for that peddler with the ax, but she forgot which hand was which, an' she take.. | depression jokes | John Steinbeck | |
| 7c35c3d | Casy said, "Ol' Tom's house can't be more'n a mile from here. Ain't she over that third rise?" Sure," said Joad. "Less somebody stole it, like Pa stole it." Your pa stole it?" Sure, got it a mile an' a half east of here an' drug it. Was a family livin' there, an' they moved away. Grampa an' Pa an' my brother Noah like to took the whole house, but she wouldn't come. They only got part of her. That's why she looks so funny on one end. They cu.. | jokes house theft | John Steinbeck | |
| a334895 | Do you know that i paid two dollars for [Doxocology] thirty-three years ago? Everything was wrong with him, hoofs like flapjacks, a hock so thick and short and straight there seems no joint at all. he's hammerheaded and swaybacked. He has a pinched chest and a big behind. He has an iron mouth and he still fights the upper. with a saddle he feels as thought you were riding a sled over a gravel pit. He can't trot and he stumbles over his feet.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| d19dbb5 | Then there were harebells, tiny lanterns, cream white and almost sinful looking, and these were so rare and magical that a child, finding one, felt singled out and special all day long. | John Steinbeck | ||
| d0bf624 | The Irish do have a despairing quality of gaiety, but they have also a dour and brooding ghost that rides on their shoulders and peers in on their thoughts. Let them laugh too loudly, it sticks a long finger down their throats. They condemn themselves before they are charged, and this makes them defensive always. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 1f59e02 | And in his dream, Coyotito was reading from a book as large as a house, with letters as big as dogs, and the words galloped and played on the book. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 20ed925 | I seem to know that there's a part of you missing. Some men can't see the color green, but they may never know they can't. I think you are only a part of a human. I can't do anything about that. But I wonder whether you ever feel that something invisible is all around you. It would be horrible if you knew it was there and couldn't see it or feel it. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 0fca059 | To determine to go and to say it was to be halfway there | John Steinbeck | ||
| f3e352a | The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore. | John Steinbeck |