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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 695457c | Many farcical, illogical, incomprehensible transactions are subsumed by the mania of lust. | Philip Roth | ||
| 35aa514 | They worship a Jew, do you know that, Alex? Their whole big-deal religion is based on worshiping someone who was an established Jew at that time. Now how do you like that for stupidity? How do you like that for pulling the wool over the eyes of the public? Jesus Christ, who they go around telling everybody was God, was actually a Jew! And this fact, that absolutely kills me when I have to think about it, nobody else pays any attention to. T.. | Philip Roth | ||
| 80ec1d0 | In school we chanted, along with our teacher, I am the Captain of my fate, I am the Master of my soul, and meanwhile, within my own body, an anarchic insurrection had been launched by one of my privates- which I was helpless to put down! | Philip Roth | ||
| 8a0d82d | What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls? | Don DeLillo | ||
| 2ef5366 | As though in her heart she was not a travel writer at all, as her mother had said she wished to be, but simply a traveler, in the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling, but does not care to record them. | wanderlust | Don DeLillo | |
| 00dde38 | That's what it all comes down to in the end,' he said. 'A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself? | Don DeLillo | ||
| 424811d | it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof that there were others more lonely than he. it was just a passing thought. | Don DeLillo | ||
| aba11f5 | You and I. We're here. So might as well. | don-delillo | Don DeLillo | |
| 1a3cbc0 | The thousands stand and chant. Around them in the world, people ride escalators going up and sneak secret glances at the faces coming down. People dangle teabags over hot water in white cups. Cars run silently on the autobahns, streaks of painted light. People sit at desks and stare at office walls. They smell their shirts and drop them in the hamper. People bind themselves into numbered seats and fly across time zones and high cirrus and d.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 42cff0b | The art of getting ahead in New York was based on learning how to express dissatisfaction in an interesting way. | Don DeLillo | ||
| eabc995 | the half-concealed disasters that constitute a life. | disasters life | Don DeLillo | |
| d0f016c | Technology is crucial to civilization why? Because it helps us make our fate. We don't need God or miracles or the flight of the bumble bee. But it is also crouched and undecidable. It can go either way. | Don DeLillo | ||
| f2dd9a4 | He imagines they are uniformly smiling, showing the face they squeeze out with the toothpaste every morning. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 4005495 | What makes this city different is that nobody expects to be in one place for ten minutes. Everybody moves all the time. Seven nameless men own everything and move us around on a board. People are swept out into the streets because the owners need the space. Then they are swept off the streets because someone owns the air they breathe. Men buy and sell air in the sky and there are bodies heaped together in boxes on the sidewalk. Then they sw.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 758ff2e | I believed we could know what was happening to us. We were not excluded from our own lives. That is not my head on someone else's body in the photograph that's introduced as evidence. I didn't believe that nations play-act on a grand scale. I lived in the real. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 18a6ac6 | Crowds, Scott said. People trudging along wide streets, pushing carts or riding bikes, crowd after crowd in the long lens of the camera so they seem even closer together than they really are, totally jampacked, and I think of how they merge with the future, how the future makes room for the non-achiever, the trudger, the nonagressor, the nonindividual. Totally calm in the long lens, crowd on top of crowd, pedaling, trudging, faceless, sort .. | Don DeLillo | ||
| df51de8 | No. Your crime has no conscience. You haven't been driven to do it by some oppressive social force. How I hate to be reasonable. You're not against the rich. Nobody's against the rich. Everybody's ten seconds from being rich. Or so everybody thought. No. Your crime is in your head. Another fool shooting up a diner because because | Don DeLillo | ||
| 7c7e0d7 | You know what capitalism produces. According to Marx and Engels." "Its own grave-diggers," he said. "But these are not the grave-diggers. This is the free market itself. These people are a fantasy generated by the market. They don't exist outside the market. There is nowhere they can go to be on the outside. There is no outside." The camera tracked a cop chasing a young man through the crowd, an image that seemed to exist at some drifting d.. | cosmopolis protest resistance | Don DeLillo | |
| 3ca5048 | America can be saved only by what it's trying to destroy. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 2fdfd19 | How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die?" _Eric Packer" | die don-delillo two-people | Don DeLillo | |
| e79ac39 | Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man. | arts dance death dream dreams dying hope hopes life-after-death music poetry posterity ritual | Don DeLillo | |
| 2374998 | The self. What is the self? Everything you are, without others, without friends or strangers or lovers or children or streets to walk or food to eat or mirrors in which to see yourself. But are you anyone without others? | Don DeLillo | ||
| 5c239a0 | Lost in this awful world, rubbing shoulders with the multitudes, I am like a tired man whose eye can't see behind him, in the deep years, anything but disillusion and bitterness, and in front of him, nothing but a storm which contains nothing new, neither learning nor pain. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| b3ee46d | L'etude du beau est un duel ou l'artiste crie de frayeur avant d'etre vaincu. | philosophy | Charles Baudelaire | |
| eb24781 | Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it. | poetry | Charles Baudelaire | |
| ae8353c | Die Welt ist nirgends ausser diesen Mauern; Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Holle selbst. Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt, Und solcher Bann ist Tod: Drum gibst du ihm Den falschen Namen. - Nennst du Tod Verbannung, Enthauptest du mit goldnem Beile mich Und lachelst zu dem Streich, der mich ermordet. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banished from the world, And world's exile.. | liebe love tod tragedy tragödie | William Shakespeare | |
| 8a50cae | I patch together a living language out of reanimated parts, like Frankenstein, and feel no disgust at scrabbling in the charnel house. Each of us makes her own monster, who earns a cozy co-tenancy of our tomb. We're all the last native speakers of a language that dies with us. Am I so special for tasting the rot on my tongue? For knowing whose remains I'm kitted out in? | Shelley Jackson | ||
| 5047502 | I didn't realize that one tragedy can beget another, and another -- bright-eyed disasters flooding out of a death hole like bats out of a cave. | Karen Russell | ||
| 8637061 | Sometimes you are able to keep moving because you are not really yourself anymore. Your entire brain can shrink to one pinhead of cognition, one star in a night. I was acquainted with it, this bright spot, because once or twice before it had taken over during my fiercest wrestling matches. Encapsuled in this pinhead lived a brute, a swimmer, a thirst, a hunger, a fire-hater, a grass-jumper. The same as anybody's, probably, as any living per.. | Karen Russell | ||
| 604a3bc | I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular. | man-s-soul philopsophy sickness | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 4ef5b7b | Ed Friedman: [talking about Patti Smith] One time she told me, "Allen Ginsberg thought I was a cute boy and he tried to pick me up, so I said, "LOOK AT THE TITS, ALLEN! NOTICE THE TITS!" | patti-smith please-kill-me punk-rock | Legs McNeil Gillian McCain | |
| b94ae93 | It can't always be a honeymoon | Tony Parsons | ||
| 37a58b7 | She wasn't the kind who cared about signs, she moved through the world as if she had a right to be there - anywhere, everywhere. Like a woman in a book, like a girl in a song. | Tony Parsons | ||
| f2615e8 | Robert Sternberg is a professor of psychology at Tufts University and a past president of the American Psychological Association. He is a long-term critic of traditional approaches to intelligence testing and IQ. He argues that there are three types of intelligence: analytic intelligence, the ability to solve problems using academic skills and to complete conventional IQ tests; creative intelligence, the ability to deal with novel situation.. | Ken Robinson | ||
| 6b5267c | One cannot write about Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell without considering the footnotes. The experienced reader is conditioned to see footnotes as dry, as a way of grounding the text in reality. But footnotes are also an intervention, or intrusion into the flow of the text, and Clarke takes advantage of this figuring. In Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, it is in the footnotes that the world of the fantastic slips through to disrupt the m.. | susanna-clarke | Farah Mendlesohn | |
| 83c4aa5 | my least favorite actress of all time, Helena Bonham Carter. I find her lack of a neck very off-putting and especially her acting. | Edward Gorey | ||
| c0e8508 | There was a young woman named Fleager Who was terribly, terribly eager To be all the rage On the tragedy stage, Though her talents were pitifully meagre. | Edward Gorey | ||
| cc72aae | The thing is, and here we come to E. Gorey's Great Simple Theory About Art (which he has never tried to communicate to anybody else until now, so prepare for Severe Bafflement), that on the surface they are so obviously those situations that it is very difficult to see that they really are about something else entirely. This is the theory, incidentally, that anything is art, and it's the way I tell, is presumably about some certain thing, b.. | art-theory but-is-it-art theory | Edward Gorey | |
| d43d3e3 | Fairy tales for adult readers remained popular throughout Europe well into the 19th century -- particularly in Germany, where the Brothers Grimm published their massive collection of German fairy tales (revised and edited to reflect the Brothers' patriotic and patriarchal ideals), providing inpiration for novelists, poets, and playrights among the German Romantics. Recently, fairy tale scholars have re-discovered the enormous body of work p.. | fairy-tales-for-adults feminism germany magical-stories stories | Terri Windling | |
| e3055b3 | There are a number of good books that draw upon fox legends -- foremost among them, Kij Johnson's exquisite novel . I also recommend Neil Gaiman's (with the Japanese artist Yoshitaka Amano); Larissa Lai's unusual novel, ; Helen Oyeyemi's recent novel, ; and Ellen Steiber's gorgeous urban fantasy novel, , as well as her heart-breaking novella "The Fox Wife" (published in ). For younger readers, try the "Legend of Little Fur" series b.. | folklore fox | Terri Windling | |
| 10aac19 | To most people today, the name Snow White evokes visions of dwarfs whistling as they work, and a wide-eyed, fluttery princess singing, "Some day my prince will come." (A friend of mine claims this song is responsible for the problems of a whole generation of American women.) Yet the Snow White theme is one of the darkest and strangest to be found in the fairy tale canon -- a chilling tale of murderous rivalry, adolescent sexual ripening, po.. | fairy-tales-for-adults | Terri Windling | |
| 98bee51 | I owe a huge debt to Anais Nin, because I fell into her diaries, essays, and collected letters in my Twenties and Thirties like a fish falling into water. She was, in some ways, a deeply flawed human being, and perhaps she makes a strange kind of hero for someone like me, committed to the ethical and spiritual dimensions of my craft as well as to the technical ones, but a hero and strong influence she remains nonetheless. | inspiring reading writing | Terri Windling | |
| f6f09eb | He gripped it and the sky began to spin; and Pidge knew that if he didn't put it right, the country would somehow obey the signpost and twist around and that, even though he was directly headed for Shancreg and home, he would end up in Kyledove. | Pat O'Shea | ||
| 9a641d9 | Why do ye care," elf? Athrogate asked him. "I do not know," came Jarlaxle's honest response." -- | R.A. Salvatore |