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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0ff1e35 | Employment in the Small Bookstore" Twelve Poems, 1975 The dust is almost motionless in this narrowness, this stillness, yet how unlike a coffin it is, sometimes letting a live one in, sometimes out and the air, though paused, impends not a thing, the silence isn't sinister, and in fact not much goes on at the Ariel Book Shop today, no one weeps in the back room full of books, old books, no one is tearing the books to shreds, in fact I am me.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| f877dea | This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest gauze. She sat in the audience thinking - someone here has cancer, someone has a broken heart, someone's soul is lost, someone feels naked and foreign, thinks they once knew the way but can't remember the way, feels stripped of armor and alone, there are people in this audience with broken bones, others whose bones will break sooner or later, people who've ruined their health.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| c0711b0 | What a pair of lungs! | Denis Johnson | ||
| b26e75c | Howling, are you?" the Indian said. "There it is for you, then. That's what happens, that's what they say: There's not a wolf alive that can't tame a man." | Denis Johnson | ||
| d03e4b4 | Now the colonel seemed to grieve for his President again, because he said, "This world spits out a beautiful man like he was poison." | Denis Johnson | ||
| 656e7a3 | Writing. It's easy work. The equipment isn't expensive, and you can pursue this occupation anywhere. You make your own hours, mess around the house in your pajamas, listening to jazz recordings and sipping coffee while another day makes its escape. You don't have to be high-functioning or even, for the most part, functioning at all. If I could drink liquor without being drunk all the time, I'd certainly drink enough to be drunk half the tim.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| c28c601 | There were stories that the tunnels went for miles. There were monsters down there, blind reptiles and insects that had never seen the light, there were hospitals and brothels, and horrible things, piles of the offal from VC atrocities, dead babies, assassinated priests. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 91cb739 | You can't burgulate a forgotten, empty house," he said, horrified at my stupidity." | Denis Johnson | ||
| eee1367 | The soybean crop was dead again, and the failed, whilted cornstalks were laid out on the ground like rows of underthings. Most of the farmers didn't even plant anymore. All the false visions had been erased. It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 9e2035a | I have one ship and they call me a pirate. You have a fleet and they call you an Emperor. I can't remember who said it. | Denis Johnson | ||
| f1e2e06 | Animals had returned to what was left of the forest...clusters of orange butterflies exploded off the blackish purple piles of bear sign and winked and fluttered magically like leaves without trees. More bears than people traveled the muddy road, leaving tracks straight up and down the middle of it... | bears butterflies forest trees | Denis Johnson | |
| 1614d27 | What can be said about those fields? There were blackbirds circling above their own shadows, and beneath them the cows stood around smelling one another's butts. | Denis Johnson | ||
| c04f1df | I felt the stirring even of parts of me that had been dead since childhood, that sense of the child as a sort of antenna stuck in the middle of an infinite expanse of possibilities. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 11374df | The women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them. | Denis Johnson | ||
| f688b7f | I'm sure we were all feeling blessed on this ferryboat among the humps of very green--in the sunlight almost coolly burning, like phosphorus--islands, and the water of inlets winking in the sincere light of day, under a sky as blue and brainless as the love of God, despite the smell, the slight, dreamy suffocation, of some kind of petroleum-based compound used to seal the deck's seams. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 2376727 | Are you hearing unusual sounds or voices?" the doctor asked. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 257efda | Some people we glimpse as chasms, briefly but deeply, even to the death of us. Others are shallow places you never seem to get across. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 2fe942b | She took out an Ian McEwan book, flicked through it and said, 'I love this. I can't bear people who don't read. I think they must have something wrong with them, don't you?' 'I guess so.' 'Books, music, art, films.' She held up her glass. 'Good wine. It's what life's all about.' I held up my own glass. 'To books, music, art, films and wine. | Mark Edwards | ||
| 3d2d684 | What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak. | Ian McEwan | ||
| a39c5d8 | Her efforts received encouragement. In fact, they were welcomed as the Tallises began to understand that the baby of the family possessed a strange mind and a facility with words. The long afternoons she spent browsing through the dictionary and thesaurus made for constructions that were inept, but hauntingly so: the coins a villain concealed in his pocket were 'esoteric,' a hoodlum caught stealing a car wept in 'shameless auto-exculpation,.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 3763ed0 | The conversation had turned again to those moments, by now enriched by a private mythology, when they first set eyes on each other | Ian McEwan | ||
| 23a6aaf | This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children; they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 93e0f56 | her conviction that love that did not find its expression in a letter was not perfect. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 3e77735 | Asking questions were the most important thing. | questioning | Franz Kafka | |
| ae3a118 | Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost. | Margaret George | ||
| 8c8eab7 | Heart of my heart, bone of my bone, spirit of my spirt, we cannot be held. | Margaret George | ||
| c63c6ee | Intrusive, thoughtless people!" said K. as he turned back into the room. The supervisor may have agreed with him, at least K. thought that was what he saw from the corner of his eye. But it was just as possible that he had not even been listening as he had his hand pressed firmly down on the table and seemed to be comparing the length of his fingers." | rude social | Franz Kafka | |
| 9df0140 | Today one may pluck out one's very heart and not find it. | heart pluck today | Franz Kafka | |
| f25d5c6 | 'mm lqnwn- frnz kfk | Franz Kafka | ||
| 4dbc5b2 | Guilt is never to be doubted. | guilt | Franz Kafka | |
| 486e39b | The infinitesimal seedlings became a forest of trees that grew courteously, correcting the distances between themselves as they shaped themselves to the promptings of available light and moisture, tempering the climate and the temperaments of the Scots, as the driest land became moist and the wettest land became dry, seedlings finding a mean between extremes, and the trees constructing a moderate zone for themselves even into what I would h.. | extremes middle nature scotland trees | William S. Wilson | |
| c15d5ab | E bom quando nossa consciencia sofre grandes ferimentos, pois isso a torna mais sensivel a cada estimulo. Penso que devemos ler apenas livros que nos ferem, que nos afligem. Se o livro que estamos lendo nao nos desperta como um soco no cranio, por que perder tempo lendo-o? Para que ele nos torne felizes, como voce diz? Oh Deus, nos seriamos felizes do mesmo modo se esses livros nao existissem. Livros que nos fazem felizes poderiamos escreve.. | kafka metamorforphosis | Franz Kafka | |
| c11e11e | The moonlight lay everywhere with the natural peace that is granted to no other light. | Franz Kafka | ||
| a17f87b | In general I lacked principally the ability to provide even in the slightest detail for the real future. I thought only of things in the present and their present condition, not because of thoroughness or any special, strong interest, but rather, to the extent that weakness in thinking was not the cause, because of sorrow and fear - sorrow, because the present was so sad for me that I thought I could not leave it before it resolved itself i.. | counterfeit fear future impossible sorrow unattainable unworthy | Franz Kafka | |
| ddab260 | Agreement is the best weapon of defense--and the matter would be buried. | buried defense matter weapon | Franz Kafka | |
| 33eeadb | wkl lHub ldhy f~ l`lm bl Ty'l mnhu , dh kn hunk n`dm tm llfhm...! ---mn rsy'l frnz kfk l~ fylys | kafka franz | ||
| 643434c | The stories of young men searching for their fathers are the stories of young men who through their adventures father themselves by doing for themselves what they hoped a father would do for them. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")" | William S. Wilson | ||
| 4820bb2 | Es perfectamente imaginable que el esplendor de la vida este dispuesto, siempre en toda plenitud, alrededor de cada uno, pero cubierto de un velo, en las profundidades, invisible, muy lejos. Sin embargo esta ahi, no hostil, no a disgusto, no sordo, viene si uno lo llama con la palabra correcta, por su nombre correcto. Es la esencia de la magia, que no crea, sino llama. | Franz Kafka | ||
| aa71a30 | He had entered Parmenides' magic field: he was enjoying the sweet lightness of being. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 24ad480 | And suddenly something unforgettable occurred: suddenly she felt a desire to go to him and hear his voice, his words. If he spoke to her in a soft, deep voice her soul would take courage and rise to the surface of her body, and she would burst our crying. She would put her arms around him the way she had put her arms around the chestnut tree's thick trunk in her dream. | Milan Kundera | ||
| b923259 | Todos necesitamos que alguien nos mire. Seria posible dividirnos en cuatro categorias, segun el tipo de mirada bajo la cual queremos vivir: La primera categoria anhela la mirada de una cantidad infinita de ojos anonimos, o dicho de otro modo, la mirada del publico. La segunda categoria la forman los que necesitan para vivir la mirada de muchos ojos conocidos. Estos son los incansables organizadores de cocteles y cenas. Luego esta la tercera.. | miradas | Milan Kundera | |
| 25556fe | tkhyl 'nk `sht fy `lm lys fyh mry, knt stHlm bwjhk, knt sttkhylh knw` mn ln`ks lkhrjy lm hw dkhlk. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 0cfa28b | love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory | Milan Kundera | ||
| ded4d1a | hl blmkn dn@ mhw zy'l ? n Gywm lmGyb lbrtql@ tDfy `l~ kl shy 'lq lHnyn , Ht~ `l~ lmqSl@ | Milan Kundera |