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| f79ff29 | Alexis grabbed his arm. "Tom Jones? Wow, I totally love Tom Jones. He's like quintessential Vegas--over the top and indecent fun. Let me just go grab a pair of underwear to throw at him and we'll be all set." Over his undead body. If anyone was getting her underwear tossed in his face, it was going to be him. "I don't think so, Ball Buster. You're not giving your panties to an old man." "Oh, and you're so young, Garlic?" | humor insults nicknames pet-names tom-jones underwear vegas | Erin McCarthy | |
| 5045b6f | We're carrying the fire. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0c5adcd | You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 191e551 | For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are the selfsame tale and contain as well all within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which .. | life stories world | Cormac McCarthy | |
| c01898b | Mr Suttree in what year did your greatuncle Jeffrey pass away? It was in 1884. Did he die by natural causes? No sir. And what were the circumstances surrounding his death? He was taking part in a public function when the platform gave way. Our information is that he was hanged for a homicide. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| eaad1ce | You ever get ill at ease? said Rawlins. About what? I dont know. About anything. Just ill at ease. Sometimes. If you're someplace you aint supposed to be I guess you'd be ill at ease. Should be anyways. Well suppose you were ill at ease and didnt know why. Would that mean that you might be someplace you wasnt supposed to be and didnt know it? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| fd716cd | They laid up in the shade of a rock shelf until past noon, scratching out a place in the gray lava dust to sleep, and they set forth in the afternoon down the valley following the war trail and they were very small and they moved very slowly in the immensity of that landscape. Come evening they hove toward the rimrock again and Sproule pointed out a dark stain on the face of the barren cliff. It looked like the black from old fires. The kid.. | desert journey landscape violence | Cormac McCarthy | |
| cbfce4e | We used to talk about death, she said. We don't anymore. Why is that? I don't know. It's because it's here. There's nothing left to talk about. I wouldn't leave you. I don't care. It's meaningless. You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. O yes he is. Please don't do this. I'm sorry. I can't do it alone. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 24d9101 | How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it. | death life solitude | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 7134f67 | Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for which there can be no help is no sorrow. It is some dark sister traveling in sorrow's clothing. Men do not turn from God so easily you see. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0b1a936 | Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death. | grief heartache sorry tragedy | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 5964264 | He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing. | love | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 47f7f59 | That was in nineteen and thirty-one and if I live to be a hunnerd year old I don't think I'll ever see anything as pretty as that train on fire goin up that mountain and around that bend and then flames lightin up the snow and the trees and the night. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e193a8e | Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a6dc8bc | I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8236bdd | He said I was bein hard on myself. Said it was a sign of old age. Tryin to set things right. I guess there's some truth to that. But it aint the whole truth. I agreed with him that there wasnt a whole lot good you could say about old age and he said he knew one thing and I said what is that. And he said it dont last long. I waited for him to smile but he didn't. I said well, that's pretty cold. And he said it was no colder than what the fac.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 216fd14 | A few would quote him scripture to confound his ordering up of eons out of the ancient chaos and other apostate supposings. The judge smiled. Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up a chunk of rock. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8c7b892 | I want the dead to be dead forever. I don't want to be one of them, Except of course you can't be one of them. You can't be one of the dead because that which, has no existence can have no community. No community! My heart warms just thinking about it-- blackness, aloneness ,silence, peace, and all of it only a heartbeat away. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e2d2b2c | For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5a0ba40 | The hundred nights they'd sat up arguing the pros and cons of self destruction with the earnestness of philosophers chained to a madhouse wall | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8142d2e | People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didnt believe in that. Tomorrow wasnt getting ready for them. It didnt even know they were there. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 43d4a8b | I examined my Liberalism and found it like an addiction to roulette. Here, though the odds are plain, and the certainty of loss apparent to anyone with a knowledge of arithmetic, the addict, failing time and again, is convinced he yet is graced with the power to contravene natural laws. The roulette addict, when he invariably comes to grief, does not examine either the nature of roulette, or of his delusion, but retires to develop a new sys.. | David Mamet | ||
| c2210ed | As symbol, or as the structuring of symbols, art can render intelligible -- or at least visible, at least discussible -- those wilderness regions which philosophy has abandoned and those hazardous terrains where science's tools do not fit. I mean the rim of knowledge where language falters; and I mean all those areas of human experience, feeling, and thought about which we care so much and know so little: the meaning of all we see before us.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| dcc774f | Children...wake up and find themselves here, discover themselves to have been here all along; is this sad? They wake like sleepwalkers, in full stride,; they wake like people brought back from cardiac arrest or from drowning: in medias res, surrounded by familiar people and objects, equipped with a hundred skills. They know the neighborhood, they can read and write English, they are old hands at the commonplace mysteries, and yet they feel .. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 557a834 | You cannot mend the chromosome, quell the earthquake, or stanch the flood. You cannot atone for the dead tyrants' murders and you alone cannot stop living tyrants. As Martin Buber saw it, the world of ordinary days "affords" us that precise association with god that redeems both us and our speck of world. God entrusts and allots to everyone an area to redeem: this creased and feeble life, "the world in which you live, just as it is, and not.. | spirituality | Annie Dillard | |
| dce7b59 | A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all. | Annie Dillard | ||
| b8e1b84 | Where do you find a stomach on a Thursday afternoon in Reno? "Chinatown?" suggests someone. "Costco?" "Butcher Boys." Tracy pulls his phone from a pocket. "Hello, I'm from the university" - the catchall preamble for unorthodox inquiries." | stomach university | Mary Roach | |
| 2465e0e | There, just beyond his open palm, was our mother's face. I wasn't expecting it. We hadn't requested a viewing, and the memorial service was closed-coffin. We got it anyway. They'd shampooed and waved her hair and made up her face. They'd done a great job, but I felt taken, as if we'd asked for the basic carwash and they'd gone ahead and detailed her. Hey, I wanted to say, we didn't order this. But of course I said nothing. Death makes us he.. | science | Mary Roach | |
| 739fa8e | If someone offers to take your burden, you need to know he is serious, not just being polite and kind. Polite and kind do not last. | Amy Tan | ||
| 5814b98 | If she ever turned into a werewolf, it would be one of those jolly breezy werewolves whom it is a pleasure to know. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 6d18fa4 | I'm a bit short on brain myself; the old bean would appear to have been constructed more for ornament than for use, don't you know... | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c617326 | Angela nearly got inhaled by a shark while aquaplaning. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 8f18af3 | It would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a proud family. Your ancestors fought in the Crusades and were often mentioned in despatches, and you cringe like a salted snail at the thought of appearing as Santa Claus before an audience of charming children who wouldn't hurt a fly. It's enough to make an aunt turn her face to the wall and give up the struggle. | humorous wodehouse | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| d44107d | You remind me of an old cat I once had. Whenever he killed a mouse he would bring it into the drawing-room and lay it affectionately at my feet. I would reject the corpse with horror and turn him out, but back he would come with his loathsome gift. I simply couldn't make him understand that he was not doing me a kindness. He thought highly of his mouse and it was beyond him to realize that I did not want it. You are just the same with your .. | humor humour suffragette | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 9cee568 | A chap's bedroom - you can't get way from it - is his castle, and he has every right to look askance if gargoyles come glaring in at him. | right-ho-jeeves | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 6252f1d | I was in that painful condition which occurs when one has lost one's first wind and has not yet got one's second. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2e8656d | Too often on such occasions one feels, as I feel so strongly with regard to poor old Stilton, that the kindly thing to do would be to seize the prospective bridegroom's trousers in one's teeth and draw him back from danger, as faithful dogs do to their masters on the edge of precipices on dark nights. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| f1538dc | I really preferred to walk. I have only just landed in England from New York, and it's quite a treat to walk on an English country road again. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 9b55a93 | Bream Mortimer was tall and thin. He had small bright eyes and a sharply curving nose. He looked much more like a parrot than most parrots do. It gave strangers a momentary shock of surprise when they saw Bream Mortimer in restaurants, eating roast beef. They had the feeling that he would have preferred sunflower seeds. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 8a46a97 | The cosy glow which had been enveloping the Duke became shot through by a sudden chill. It was as if he had been luxuriating in a warm shower bath, and some hidden hand had turned on the cold tap. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| d1ebf17 | Apparently that dog of hers joined you in the water." Yes, that's right, he took his dip with the rest of us. But what's that got to do with it?" Wilbert Cream dived in and saved him." He could have got ashore perfectly well under his own steam. In fact, he was already on his way, doing what looked like an Australian crawl." That wouldn't occur to a pinhead like Phyllis. To her Wilbert Cream is the man who rescued her dachshund from a water.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c5dc04c | He looks much more like a lobster than most lobsters do. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 3661dac | Gussie and I, as I say, had rather lost touch, but all the same I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| cbb6ceb | Filled with a coward rage that dares to burn but does not dare to blaze, Lord Emsworth coughed a cough that was undisguisedly a bronchial white flag. | wodehouse | P.G. Wodehouse |