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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ecf676b | I have tried, of course, to be faithful to the evidence. Yet evidence is not truth. It is only evident. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| b54ff74 | He thought about the difference between good times and bad times, and how funny it was that he could not state the difference, only feel it. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 80c0b52 | The story' Sanders would say "the whole tone, man, you're wrecking it." Tone?' The sound. You need to get a consitent sound, like slow or fast, funny or sad. All these disgressions, they just screw up your story's sound. Stick to what happened." | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 7edb736 | To generalize about war is like generalizing about peace. Almost everything is true. Almost nothing is true. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| e3ac15a | Friends always break even. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 8b91767 | And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| bc5ab80 | Don't you know I love you?' Carol said. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| fc98b2d | Tom envied him with a heartbreaking surge of envy and self-pity. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 888cd67 | A musica vivia, mas o mundo estava morto. E a cancao morreria um dia, pensou, mas como voltaria o mundo a vida? Como voltaria o seu sal? | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| a48c3ec | Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 63b1ac1 | Once the back of their hands brushed on the table, and Therese's skin there felt seperately alive and rather burning. There could not understand it, but it was so. Therese glanced at her face that was somewhat turned away, and again she knew that instant of half-recognition. And knew, too, that it was not to be believed. She had never seen the woman before. If she had, could she had forgotten? | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 5e43b41 | Why can't you summon a command line and search your real-world home for 'Honda car keys,' and specify rooms in your house to search instead of folders or paths in your computer's home directory? It's a crippling design flaw in the real-world interface. | singularity the-singularity | Richard Dooling | |
| 53a9a73 | In the Golleschau quarry, stone-carriers were forced to haul huge blocks of limestone endlessly, from one mound to another and back again. During the torture, they carried their lives in their hands. The insane task was not futile only in the sense that faith is not futile. A camp inmate looked up at the stars and suddenly remembered that they'd once seemed beautiful to him. This memory of beauty was accompanied by a bizarre stab of gratitu.. | Anne Michaels | ||
| dbd3b57 | Because the moon feels loved, she lets our eyes follow her across the field, stepping from her clothes, strewn silk glinting in furrows. Feeling loved, the moon loves to be looked at, swimming all night across the river. | Anne Michaels | ||
| bc647ec | THEY WERE PEOPLE who went in for Negroes--Michael and Anne--the Carraways. But not in the social-service, philanthropic sort of way, no. They saw no use in helping a race that was already too charming and naive and lovely for words. Leave them unspoiled and just enjoy them, Michael and Anne felt. So they went in for the Art of Negroes--the dancing that had such jungle life about it, the songs that were so simple and fervent, the poetry that.. | Langston Hughes | ||
| 2d3894b | Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate. "Oh, oh," she managed, "I don't know that I'll see you again- and you remind me so of her." | liir sad | Gregory Maguire | |
| 8ab6b7c | The wall read: ELPHIE LIVES OZMA LIVES THE WIZARD LIVES and then EVERYONE LIVES BUT US. | ozma wizard | Gregory Maguire | |
| 8c78f00 | He was not so lucky. He hadn't yet had enough experience with humans to know that the thing the hold dearest to their hearts, the last thing they relinquish when all else is fading, is the consoling belief in the inferiority of others. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 2a7d79c | He didn't remember that a mere book might reek of sex, possibility, fecundity. Yet a book has a ripe furrow and a yielding spine, he thought, and the nuances to be teased from its pages are nearly infinite in their variety and coquettish appeal. And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 95045a9 | Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling porcupine," she crooned. "Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine." | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 78ada23 | If the unlettered farmers of Munchkinland and the factory workers of Gillikin believe that their fate is being determined by how the Time Dragon dreams them up, they don't need to bother to take responsibility for their actions or for changing their class and station in life. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| d12b81e | Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| b6e63b9 | When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 5e8c822 | It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 0635557 | Where shall I say you've gone?" She threw an arm about airily. "Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess." | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 18c4fde | Now we'd help her if we could. We can't. So we're helping you. That's all that most of us who are not Tsars or witches can manage to do. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 0cf042b | What's big, thick, makes the earth move, and wants to have its way with you?" "I don't know, but can you introduce me?" | Gregory Maguire | ||
| c13e756 | Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart. But there was more than one way to be smart. | fiction maguire selfishness smart wicked young youth | Gregory Maguire | |
| 750a886 | I do not deny that you overwhelm me with your beauty. You are the moon in the season of shadow light; you are the fruit of the candlewood tree; you are the phoenix in circles of flight --. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 0bb210e | He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| ab20fac | Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 2cd75d4 | She wondered, faintly, if it was immoral to raise children in the habit of hope. Was it not, in the end, all the harder for them to adjust to the reality of how the world worked? | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 0db80d0 | A company is a moral imbecile. It has no sense of right or wrong. Any restraints have to come from the outside, from laws and customs which forbid it from doing certain things of which we disapprove. But it is a restraint that reduces profits. Which is why all companies will strain forever to break the bounds of the law, to act unfettered in their pursuit of advantage. That is the only way they can survive because the more powerful will dev.. | Iain Pears | ||
| 096837c | A hundred francs! Oh, dear me! It is worth millions of francs, my child. But my -- dealer -- here tells me that in fact a picture is worth only what someone will give for it. How much money do you have?" Julia took out her purse and counted. "Four francs and twenty sous," she said, looking up at him sadly. "Is that all the money you have in the world?" She nodded. "Then four francs and twenty sous it is." | money perception subjectivity value | Iain Pears | |
| 9071c18 | Many of you know little about storytelling. Before I begin, let me explain. The Story is the story of us all. If understood properly, it is of immense power. It tells you who you are, what you might expect from this life. Some believe it can foretell the future. Mastery of the Story gives you mastery over life itself. It contains precious, holy relics of the age of giants which preceded us. It tells of our rise, our glories and our occasion.. | Iain Pears | ||
| 50c2cc0 | T]he concern of man is not his future but his present, not the world but his soul. We must be just, we must strive, we must engage ourselves with the business of the world for our own sake, because through that, and through contemplation in equal measure, our soul is purified and brought closer to the divine. ... Thought and deed conjoined are crucial. ... The attempt must be made; the outcome is irrelevant. Right action is a pale material .. | deeds divinity failure future goals mankind philosophy present purification souls success thought | Iain Pears | |
| 6298c9c | Pope] Clement waved his hands in irritation as if to dismiss the very idea. "The world is crumbling into ruin. Armies are marching. Men and women are dying everywhere, in huge numbers. Fields are abandoned and towns deserted. The wrath of the Lord is upon us and He may be intending to destroy the whole of creation. People are without leaders and direction. They want to be given a reason for this, so they can be reassured, so they will retur.. | civilization decay end-of-the-world genocide god-s-wrath jews mankind panic papal-authority plague pope punishment ruin scapegoats turmoil victimization victims | Iain Pears | |
| ffd8a8c | He (William Cort) had some desire to be successful, but it did not burn so strongly in him that he was prepared to overcome his character to achieve it. | character personality | Iain Pears | |
| 36a19f6 | Well,all she had to do was ask," one offended male replied. "I hope you're satisfied!" Lauren whispered furiously. "I'm not," Nick chuckled in her ear. "But I'm going to be." Fully intending to leave him to take his own notes, Lauren slammed her notebook closed and tried to shove her chair back. Nick's body blocked the chair. She twisted her head around to say something scathing, and his lips captured hers in a kiss that forced her head aga.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| a4ba4ea | Is there a bird among them, dear boy?" Charity asked innocently, peering not at the things on the desk, but at his face, noting the muscle beginning to twitch at Ian's tense jaw. "No." "Then they must be in the schoolroom! Of course," she said cheerfully, "that's it. How like me, Hortense would say, to have made such a mistake." Ian dragged his eyes from the proof that his grandfather had been keeping track of him almost from the day of h.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 702c094 | At five minutes to five,Jim walked into Mary's office, wearing his gray sweater and balancing four pieces of birthday cake on two plates. He put the plates down on Mary's empty desk and glanced at the doorway to Nick's office. "Where's Mary?" he asked. "She left almost an hour ago," Lauren said. "She said to tell you that the nearest fire extinguisher is beside the elevators-whatever that means. I'll be right back.I have to take these lette.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| b634c92 | Once again this unspeakable man had caused her to make a complete fool of herself, and the realization made her eyes blaze with renewed fury as she turned her head and looked at him. Despite Ian's apparent nonchalance he had been watching her closely, and he stiffened, sensing instinctively that she was suddenly and inexplicably angrier than before. He nodded to the gun, and when he spoke there was no more mockery in his voice; instead it w.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| bbcf6fd | I regret being the cause of your having to endure further gossip, but I felt you must be apprised before you actually married that murderous Scot!" He sneered the word "Scot" again, and in the midst of all her turmoil and terror foolish thing raised Elizabeth's hackles. "Stop saying 'Scot' in that insulting fashion," she cried. "And Ian-Lord Thornton-is half-English," she added a little wildly. "That leaves him only -barbarian," Wordswor.. | Judith McNaught | ||
| 2fecaea | It's dark as a tomb in here," she said, unable to see more than shadows. "Will you light the candles, please," she asked, "assuming there candles in here?" "Aye, milady, right there, next to the bed." His shadow crossed before her, and Elizabeth focused on a large, oddly shaped object that she supposed could be a bed, given its size. "Will you light them, please?" she urged. "I-I can't see a thing in here." "His lordship don't like more'n.. | Judith McNaught |