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| a1b15af | If some wizard would like to give me a present, let him give me a bottle filled with the voices of that kitchen, the ha ha ha and the fire whispering, a bottle brimming with its buttery sugary smells . . . | Truman Capote | ||
| 94acd7e | Aside from all else, there is some truth in that; clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity? | Truman Capote | ||
| 7858db3 | She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: He'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of hooked up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other. He's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found a place where me and things belong to.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 7e14774 | I loved her enough to forget myself, my self-pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen. | Truman Capote | ||
| 4fe93ad | Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point. | Truman Capote | ||
| 758b7eb | And for a long while they stood side by side without speaking, each seeing the other in every line of the landscape. | Edith Wharton | ||
| c608076 | She herself had grown up without any one spot of earth being dearer than another: there was no center of earth pieties, of grave endearing traditions, to which her heart could revert and from which it could draw strength for itself and tenderness for others. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 2b9f2f6 | She had in truth no abstract propensity to malice: she did not dislike Lily because the latter was brilliant and predominant, but because she thought that Lily disliked her. It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness. | jealousy popularity vanity | Edith Wharton | |
| 81e3cae | There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level, and surveys the long windings of destiny. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 0834cec | Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 36295e7 | As soon as he heard of the Sillerton's party he had said to himself that the Marchioness Manson would certainly come to Newport with the Blenkers, and that Madame Olenska might again take the opportunity of spending the day with her grandmother. At any rate, the Blenker habitation would probably be deserted, and he would be able, without indiscretion, to satisfy a vague curiosity concerning it. He was not sure that he wanted to see the Coun.. | Edith Wharton | ||
| bbea56e | Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self? | solitude | Edith Wharton | |
| 9d622c8 | The young man was sincerely but placidly in love. He delighted in the radiant good looks of his betrothed, in her health, her horsemanship, her grace and quickness at games, and the shy interest in books and ideas that she was beginning to develop under his guidance. She was straightforward, loyal, and brave; she had a sense of humour (chiefly proved by her laughing at his jokes); and he suspected, in the depths of her innocently-gazing sou.. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 745b214 | So close to the powers of evil she must have lived that she still breathed more freely in their air. | change dissonance sanctification | Edith Wharton | |
| b396bb4 | Perhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me down | temptation | Edith Wharton | |
| cefbbc5 | I cannot picture what the life of the spirit would have been without him. He found me when my mind and soul were hungry and thirsty, and he fed them till our last hour together. It is such comradeships, made of seeing and dreaming, and thinking and laughing together, that make one feel that for those who have shared them there can be no parting. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 7305ead | he found the idea of someone who was not only privileged, but was also sorry for himself because he thought the world didn't really understand the problems of privileged people, deeply obnoxious. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 4131c63 | It's quicker, easier, and involves less licking | fans licking | Douglas Adams | |
| 9f2ef4b | In Santa Barbara they stopped at a fish restaurant in what seemed to be a converted warehouse. Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious. Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. "Why's this fish so bloody good?" he demanded, angrily. "Please excuse my friend," said Fenchurch to the startled waitress. "I think he's having a nice day at last." | Douglas Adams | ||
| 2e43981 | Mark Knopfler has an extraordinary ability to make a Schecter Custom Stratocaster hoot and sing like angels on a Saturday night, exhausted from being good all week and needing a stiff drink. | music | Douglas Adams | |
| dde7de5 | My doctor says that I have a malformed public duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber | Douglas Adams | ||
| 5d1a076 | And the most interesting natural structure? A giant, two-thousand-mile-long fish in orbit around Jupiter, according to a reliable report in the Weekly World News. The photograph was very convincing, and I'm only surprised that more-reputable journals like New Scientist, or even just The Sun, haven't followed up with more details. We should be told. | jupiter | Douglas Adams | |
| 6b5e3ea | Several billion trillion tons of superhot exploding hydrogen nuclei rose slowly above the horizon and managed to look small, cold and slightly damp. | Douglas Adams | ||
| b5b717a | Rule Six: The winning team shall be the first team that wins. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 3cf13ab | Totally mad,' he said, 'utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 7e08da2 | She thought that trying to live life according to any plan you actually work out is like trying to buy ingredients for a recipe from the supermarket. You get one of those trolleys which simply will not go in the direction you push it and end up just having to buy completely different stuff. What do you do with it? What do you do with the recipe? She didn't know. | life trillian universe | Douglas Adams | |
| 80b066a | The first I knew about it was when a workman arrived at my home yesterday. I asked him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no, he'd come to demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of course. Oh no. First he wiped a couple of windows and charged me a fiver. Then he told me." "But Mr. Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months." "Oh yes, well, as soon as I heard I went strai.. | Douglas Adams | ||
| c7806ed | I live in what are known as hopes. I hope for fascinating and remunerative cases, my secretary hopes that I will pay her, her landlord hopes that she will produce some rent, the Electricity Board hopes that he will settle their bill, and so on. I find it a wonderfully optimistic way of life. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 2ab853c | You know,' he said, sitting back, reflectively, 'it's at times like this that you kind of wonder if it's worth worrying about the fabric of space-time and the causal integrity of the multidimensional probability matrix and the potential collapse of all waveforms in the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash and all that sort of stuff that's been bugging me. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 9ddbb3c | Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea... This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most.. | Douglas Adams | ||
| c58a976 | She shook her head in puzzlement. 'You're very strange,' she said. 'No, I'm very ordinary,' said Arthur,'but some very strange things have happened to me. You could say I'm more differed from than differing. | Douglas Adams | ||
| 1b7eac1 | It is usually assumed that children are the natural or the specially appropriate audience for fairy-stories. In describing a fairy-story which they think adults might possibly read for their own entertainment, reviewers frequently indulge in such waggeries as: "this book is for children from the ages of six to sixty." But I have never yet seen the puff of a new motor-model that began thus: "this toy will amuse infants from seventeen to seve.. | fiction | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 512a0fc | Frodo drew the Ring out of his pocket again and looked at it. It now appeared plain and smooth, without mark or device that he could see. The gold looked very fair and pure, and Frodo thought how rich and beautiful was its colour, how perfect was its roundness. It was an admirable thing and altogether precious. When he took it out he had intended to fling it from him into the very hottest part of the fire. But he found now that he could not.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| cb17a45 | I kill where I wish and none dare resist. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 19a4879 | Bilbo lay with his eyes shut, gasping an taking pleasure in the feel of the fresh air again, and hardly noticing the excitement of the dwarves, or how they praised him and patted him on the back and put themseves and all their families for generations to come at his service. | J. R. R. Tolkien | ||
| ed366f9 | Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. 'If I understand aright all that I have heard,' he said, 'I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| b1137dd | He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler. | funny miserabler tolkien | J. R. R. Tolkien | |
| 7cbbf14 | For suddenly above him far and faint his song was taken up, and a voice answering called to him. Maedhros it was that sang amid his torment. But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung; and then he could go no farther, and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maedhros therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow; and Fingon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And see.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| f214f4b | When I say "narrative", I do not mean simply the plot, I mean considerably more. Plots and their shapes--the bare outlines of stories--were something I know J.R.R. Tolkien himself was interested in. When I was an undergraduate, I went to a course of lectures he gave on the subject--at least, I think that was the subject, because Tolkien was all but inaudible. He evidently hated lecturing, and I suspect he also hated giving his thoughts away.. | tolkien | Diana Wynne Jones | |
| 40828c3 | Grief is a hone to a hard mind. | hone middle-earth mind mind-power overcoming power tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 12a10ff | Then sudden Felagund there swaying Sang in answer a song of staying, Resisting, battling against power, Of secrets kept, strength like a tower, And trust unbroken, freedom, escape; Of changing and of shifting shape, Of snares eluded, broken traps, The prison opening, the chain that snaps. | freedom magic power | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 7de1994 | Gandalf looked at him. My dear Bilbo! he said. Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| d41056d | the fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself but a fleeting memory. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 23bead4 | Hay en ti muchas virtudes que tu mismo ignoras, hijo del bondadoso Oeste. Algo de coraje y algo de sabiduria, mezclados con mesura. Si muchos de nosotros dieran mas valor a la comida, la alegria y las canciones que al oro atesorado, este seria un Mundo mas feliz. | J.R.R. Tolkien |