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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a0ee87f | His eyeballs look like he bought them in a joke shop. | Denis Johnson | ||
| f7f579b | It made me in all matters a fundamentalist. I didn't go to 'take it in.' I went to be convicted. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 00d67e6 | things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them. | human love memory perish remember remembrance | Denis Johnson | |
| a511c69 | And sometimes a dust storm would stand off in the desert, towering so high it was like another city -- a terrifying new era approaching, blurring our dreams. | Denis Johnson | ||
| e0b7741 | Now we had a stupid silence, the kind that always descends on people who are half in the bag. | Denis Johnson | ||
| f05bd63 | He saw no sign of their Bible, either. If the Lord had failed to protect even the book of his own Word, this proved to Grainier that here had come a fire stronger than God. | Denis Johnson | ||
| aa534ff | He didn't know what country he was in, but he was at home in the universe. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 4415b71 | We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 708df45 | I know everything." Heinz sputtered and fumed somewhat like an automobile himself, and said, "I'm God!" Grainier thought about how to answer. Here seemed a conversation that could go no farther." | Denis Johnson | ||
| 12aaa38 | He was so entranced, he was so charmed, so captivated-rolled out flat, dreamed into, shone upon-that when she said his name, English started to live. | Denis Johnson | ||
| f39de98 | In a spirit of mutinous resistance, she climbed the steep grassy slope to the bridge, and qhen she stood on the driveway, she decided she would stay there and wait until something significant happened to her. This was the challenge she was putting to existence - she would not stir, not for dinner, not ever for her mother calling her in. She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 6898bf8 | and roads, new roads probing endlessly, shamelessly, as though all that mattered was to be elsewhere. | Ian McEwan | ||
| d02b1f4 | As far as the welfare of every other living form on earth was concerned, the human project was not just a failure, it was a mistake from the very beginning. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f7588a9 | When he wrote back, he pretended to be his old self, he lied his way into sanity. For fear of his psychiatrist who was also their censor, they could never be sensual, or even emotional. His was considered a modern, enlightened prison, despite its Victorian chill. He had been diagnosed, with clinical precision, as morbidly oversexed, and in need of help as well as correction. He was not to be stimulated. Some letters--both his and hers--were.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| d65f280 | They had had half an hour. He walked with her to Whitehall, toward the bus stop. In the precious final minutes he wrote out his address for her, a bleak sequence of acronyms and numbers. "then, at last, he took her hand and squeezed. The gesture had to carry all that had not been said, and she answered it with pressure from her own hand. Her bus came, and she did not let go. They were standing face to face. He kissed her, lightly at first, .. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 966d3a4 | That backpack's like your symbol of freedom," he comments. "Guess so," I say. "Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents." "Sometimes," I say. "Sometimes," he repeats. "You know, if they had a contest for the world's shortest replies, you'd win hands down." "Perhaps." "Perhaps," Oshima says, as if fed up. "Perhaps most people in the world aren't trying to be free, Ka.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| dc9e770 | Human beings often display emotions they do not feel. And they often feel emotions they do not display. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| 1c73b6b | If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 84d7917 | Fortune offers you opportunities to create; she does not hand you presents. | Margaret George | ||
| 44ea44d | An old cat is a good friend to talk to. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e414fb4 | But I didn't walk a single step. I stopped a lot to stretch, but I never walked. I didn't come here to walk. I came to run. That's the reason-the only reason-I flew all the way to the northern tip of Japan. No matter how slow I might run, I wasn't about to walk. That was the rule. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7de9674 | I plant my elbows on the kitchen table, prop up my chin and think: When the hell did the compass needle get out of whack and lead my life astray? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c1c933d | But sometimes I really felt as though the starry sky rose and fell with the gasping of his chest. | Franz Kafka | ||
| e9758a1 | Gece gunduz, uykuda olsun, uyanik olsun, vucuduna saplanmis bir oku tasimak demek. Cekilir sey degil bu. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 5332ae5 | Rolling country, not yet quite mountainous, with woods and lakes, is what I like best. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 01a3381 | 'n `ndm 'tHdth lyk 'nsy kl shy Ht~ 'nt | Franz Kafka | ||
| 1e0a134 | You can withdraw from the sufferings of the world -- that possibility is open to you and accords with your nature -- but perhaps that withdrawal is the only suffering you might be able to avoid. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 80eb241 | If you come to me you will be leaping into the abyss. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 3a2bda6 | His growing lack of concern for the others hardly surprised him, whereas previously he had prided himself on being considerate. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 7fe941a | Don't concern yourself about anybody. Just do what you think is right. | Franz Kafka | ||
| f5073a6 | Away in the distance, a train appeared behind the trees, all its compartments were lit, the windows were sure to be open. One of us started singing a ballad, but we all wanted to sing. We sang far quicker than the speed of the train, we swung our arms because our voices weren't enough, our voices got into a tangle where we felt happy. If you mix your voice with others' voices, you feel as though you're caught on a hook. (trans. Michael Hofm.. | Franz Kafka | ||
| a02bb58 | I don't think that anyone outside Paris can understand love and murder as we do. But Emile loves Paris, and loving Paris is a murderous education. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")" | murder paris | William S. Wilson | |
| b92b62a | He] used to be so insignificant that one literally felt alone in his presence. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 3ea3e02 | In front of the law there is a doorkeeper. A man from the countryside comes up to the door and asks for entry. But the doorkeeper says he can't let him in to the law right now. The man thinks about this, and then he asks if he'll be able to go in later on. "That's possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not now". The gateway to the law is open as it always is, and the doorkeeper has stepped to one side, so the man bends over to try and see in... | Franz Kafka | ||
| 3bea886 | I gazed up at the sky. I was in a tiny boat, on a vast ocean. No wind, no waves, just me floating there. Adrift on the open sea.. ..A tiny boat cut loose from the fiction of the ship. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9c01fe1 | Everybody burns out in this world; amateur, pro, it doesn't matter, they all burn out, they all get hurt, the OK guys and the not-OK guys both. That's why everybody takes out a little insurance. I've got some too, here at the bottom of the heap. That way, you manage to survive if you burn out. If you're all by yourself and don't belong anywhere, you go down once, and you're out. Finished. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c6c32e3 | I miss you something awful sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d4168a0 | I don't know, it's stupid being 20," she said. "I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind." | love-story lovers | Haruki Murakami | |
| a7edaa5 | kl mn y`shq ykwn fy bHth `n 'jzy'h lmfqwd@ mn nfsh. wlhdh yHzn l`shq `ndm yfkr fy m`shwqth.tmm k`wdtk l~ Grf@ `sht fyh dhkryt `zyz@ `lyk,w'm trh mndh ftr@ Twylh. nh mjrd sh`wr Tby`y. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 32767a9 | The Earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone's living in them. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9425925 | The novel's spirit is the spirit of complexity. . . . The novel's spirit is the spirity of continuity . . . a thing made to last, to connect the past with the future. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 194e79c | dh ystTy` jyshn kbyrn 'n ytSr` Ht~ lmwt mn 'jl qDy mqds@, lkn bktyry SGyr@ wntn@ tqDy dy'm `l~ lthnyn. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 53fc593 | Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is a dangerous as the situation in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 16cb9ad | El hombre nunca sabe que debe querer porque vive solo una vida y no tiene modo de compararla con sus vidas precedentes ni de enmendarla con sus vidas posteriores. | Milan Kundera |