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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f7f148f | This can't go on all the time- all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 09a5631 | They never asked, I kept offering. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ede59a9 | An art dies when it describes itself instead of life - when it turns from the expression of man's feelings in the void, to a mere description of the void. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 40bf90c | See the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming... all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pra.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| e81bf05 | Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error. | music | Yann Martel | |
| e748f3b | I looked up at the sky; the pure, wonderful stars were still there, burning | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 7c94e2e | the loneliness...the "inexpressibly delicious" sensation of this memory - for as memories are older they're like wine rarer, till if you find a real old memory, one of infancy, not an established often tasted one but a brand new one, it would taste better than the Napoleon brandy Stendhal himself must have stared at..." -- | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 92e3665 | The divine fact of existing shouldn't be surrendered to the satanic fact of coexisting. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 8ffb6c5 | lm t`sh kthyran, w m` dhlk... h qd qyl kl shy, h qd nth~. `mrk lys l khms@ w `shryn `man, w lkn Tryqk rtsm b'kmlh. | Georges Perec | ||
| a72c162 | Kakvo chudno tvorenie e chovek't! Mozhe da dukha v shepite si, za da si stopli r'tsete, kakto i da dukha v supata si, za da ia okhladi. | Georges Perec | ||
| a94ec80 | Uzunca bir sure kendine siginaklar kurup yiktin: duzen ya da eylemsizlik, basibos suruklenme ya da uyku, geceleyin devriye gezmeler, yansiz anlar,golgelerin ve isiklarin kacisi.Daha uzun bir sure kendine yalan soylemeyi,kendini sersemlestirmeyi,kendi oyununa gelmeyi surdurebilirsin belki.Ama oyun bitti,buyuk senlik,ertelenmis yasamin yalanci sarhoslugu bitti.Dunya yerinden kipirdamadi ve sen degismedin. Kayitsizlik seni farkli kilmadi. | solitude | Georges Perec | |
| 46009f4 | Impatience [...] is a twentieth-century virtue. At twenty, when they saw, or thought they saw, what life could be, the sum of bliss it held, the endless conquests it allowed, they realised they would not have the strength to wait. Like anyone else, they could have made it; but all they wanted was to have it made. That is probably the sense in which they were what are commonly called intellectuals. | Georges Perec | ||
| 8b79128 | What they liked in things they called luxury was only the money behind them; they loved wealth before they loved life. | money | Georges Perec | |
| 577afd5 | Non. Tu n'es plus le maitre anonyme du monde, celui sur qui l'histoire n'avait pas de prise, celui qui ne sentait pas la pluie tomber, qui ne voyait pas la nuit venir.Tu n'es plus l'inaccessible, le limpide, le transparent. Tu as peur, tu attends. Tu attends, place Clichy, que la pluie cesse de tomber. | return-to-normality | Georges Perec | |
| 1c1e56e | Grace Slaughter - the surname of her fifth husband, a manufacturer of pharmaceutical toners and "prophylactic" products, recently deceased due to a ruptured peritoneum - was sharply chauvinistic and would allow no more than two exceptions to her all-American views, exceptions with which her first spouse, Astolphe de Guemenole-Longtgermain, no doubt had something to do: cooking had to be done by French nationals of male gender, laundry and i.. | Georges Perec | ||
| 65c15e4 | Olumun icin her sey coktan hazir: Seni oldurecek top gullesi cok uzun zaman onceden eritilip dokuldu, tabutunun pesinden aglayacak olan kadinlar coktan tutuldu. | Georges Perec | ||
| f4b54df | insanlardan nefret ettigin anlamina gelmez bu, ne diye onlardan nefret edesin ki? ne diye kendinden nefret edesin ki? keske insan turune ait olmak, o dayanilmaz ve sagir edici gurultuyu de beraberinde getirmeseydi; keske hayvanlar aleminden cikip asilan o birkac gulunc adimin bedeli, sozcuklerin, buyuk tasarilarin, buyuk atilimlarin o dinmek bilmeyen hazimsizligi olmasaydi! karsi karsiya getirilebilen basparmaklara, iki ayak ustunde durusa,.. | Georges Perec | ||
| 78c0e5f | As soon as you close your eyes, the adventure of sleep begins." -from "A Man Asleep" | Georges Perec | ||
| e397eac | If you do not keep on sorting your books, your books unsort themselves | bookshelf order | Georges Perec | |
| 76485a9 | Why do you want to know?" The shrug again. "Just wondering." "Really. You've skipped your lawn tennis or duck hunting or whiskey drinking or whatever else people of your sort do all day, only to come all the way out to the island to ask me about the piano piece. Because you were " I pushed away from the door. "Coming here to kiss me would have been more believable." "Well, it second on my list." "I'm not intimidated by you," I said, blun.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 6722efd | Stop," Jesse said. I stared up at him, almost panting with fear. "Stop, beloved," he said more gently, and took up my clenched fist with both hands. "I've upset you, and I shouldn't have. I don't want you to dread yourself. I don't want you to dread what is to come. Like I said, you're exceptional, so there may be nothing to worry about at all. But whatever happens, whatever you face, I'll face it with you. Do you hear?" "How can you say it.. | Shana Abe | ||
| feb70b5 | How long have you known about him?" I asked Jesse, using my free hand to gesture toward his guest. "Forever. Nearly as long as I did about you." "God, Jesse. Why didn't you say anything?" "He was a shadow of you." Jesse shrugged. "His background is diluted, his dragon blood les strong. Even with you in his proximity, I wasn't certain any of his traits would emerge. He hasn't anywhere near your potential." "Pardon me," Armand said, freezin.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 2752088 | I'll start in the air," I said, far more steadily than I thought I could, considering. I knelt to tie the shirt around his thigh, cinching it tight above the wound; he stiffened but let me finish the knot. "The air first, the airship, and then-then I'll dive." "You can't swim," broke in Armand. "You told me that you can't." "Maybe I can now. If I'm a dragon." "Don't be an idiot! If you can't swim, you can't , Eleanore! You'll drown out the.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 10a8298 | I pulled at the knot again and heard threads begin to pop. "Allow me, Miss Jones," said Armand, right at my back. There was no gracious way to refuse him. Not with Mrs. Westcliffe there, too. I exhaled and dropped my arms. I stared at the lotus petals in my painting as the new small twists and tugs of Armand's hands rocked me back and forth. Jesse's music began to reverberate somewhat more sharply than before. "There," Armand said, soft ne.. | Shana Abe | ||
| b40b12e | My, my," Chloe murmured, studying the chocolate she held. "I do believe this one's gone off. It stinks like a cesspit." Her eyes lifted. "Oh, wait. It's only the guttersnipe." "Or perhaps it's your perfume," I said cordially. "You always smell like a whore." "It's " retorted Runny-Nose, before Chloe could speak. "Then she smells like a whore." "Aren't the eloquent young miss." Chloe's gaze cut to Sophia, standing close behind me. "Slum.. | Shana Abe | ||
| ac73515 | biographers tend to regard as character those elements of personality that remain constant, or nearly so, throughout. . .Like practitioners of fractal geometry, biographers seek patterns that persist as one moves from micro- to macro-levels of analysis, and back again. . . . It follows from this that the scale across which we seek similarity need not be chronological. Consider the following incidents in the life of Stalin between 1929 and 1.. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| 9eaf4ee | There was the cell where Fr. Eulalio, a thriving lunatic of eighty-six who was castigating himself for unchristian pride at having all the vowels in his name, and greatly revered for his continuous weeping, went blind in an ecstasy of such howling proportions that his canonization was assured. | William Gaddis | ||
| a17a22f | The painters could be identified by dirty fingernails; the writers by conversation in labored monosyllables and aggressive vulgarities which disguised their minds. | William Gaddis | ||
| e7333db | Get a black suit and just freeload, problem it's too God damned late now even to be any of the things I never wanted to be. | William Gaddis | ||
| 97e7411 | We live in Rome, he says, turning his face to the room again, -Caligula's Rome, with a new circus of vulgar bestialized suffering in the newspapers every morning. The masses, the fetid masses, he says, bringing all his weight to his feet.-How can they even suspect a self who can do more, when they live under absolutely no obligation. There are so few beautiful things in the world... | William Gaddis | ||
| 3189b31 | Let them look up in the sky then...! if they must be so blind, that cannot see the truth in broad daylight, but must have the whole world in darkness to see the conceit of the stars... | William Gaddis | ||
| 1734891 | He took off his hat and shook it (having hurried home as though his own coronation were waiting), and moved now with the slow deliberation of lonely people who have time for every meager requirement of their lives. | William Gaddis | ||
| 9cf7f8b | Fearful of missing anything, he read on, filled with this anticipation which was half terror, of coming upon something which would touch him, not simply touch him but lift him and carry him away. | William Gaddis | ||
| a6af019 | Esther liked books out where everyone could see them, a sort of graphic index to the intricate labyrinth of her mind arrayed to impress the most casual guest, a system of immediate introduction which she had found to obtain in a number of grimy intellectual households in Greenwich Village. | William Gaddis | ||
| f5fae11 | We've had the goddam Ages of Faith, we've had the goddam Age of Reason. This is the Age of Publicity | William Gaddis | ||
| de83414 | If he had uttered the word "come" she would have followed him to the bitter ends of the earth; if he had said, "There is no hope," she would have known the finality of despair." | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 7fc4a6a | Father Consett sighed. 'I told you this was an evil place,' he said. 'In the deep forests. She'd not have such evil thoughts in another place.' Mrs Satterthwaite said: 'I'd rather you didn't say that, Father. Sylvia would have evil thoughts in any place.' 'Sometimes,' the priest said, 'at night I think I hear the claws of evil things scratching on the shutters. This was the last place in Europe to be Christianised. Perhaps it wasn't ever ev.. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 36cfb63 | He was in a beastly hole. But decency demanded that he shouldn't act in panic. He had a mechanical, normal panic that made him divest himself of money. Gentlemen don't earn money. Gentlemen, as a matter of fact, don't do anything. They exist. Perfuming the air like Madonna lilies. Money comes into them as air through petals and foliage. Thus the world is made better and brighter. And, of course, thus political life can be kept clean!... So .. | tietjens | Ford Madox Ford | |
| d22ae29 | You can't kill a minuet de la coeur. You may shut up the music book... but surely the minuet-- the minuet itself is dancing itself away into the furthest stars, even as our minuet of the Hessian bathing places must be stepping itself still. Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves? Isn't there any Nirvana pervaded by the vain thrilling of instruments that have fallen into the dust of wor.. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| ec2526e | It's the quality of harmony, sir. The quality of being in harmony with you own soul. God having given you your own soul you are then in harmony with Heaven. | quality-of-a-saint tietjens | Ford Madox Ford | |
| d3be99a | The key experiential approach I now use to induce non-ordinary states of consciousness and gain access to the unconscious and superconscious psyche is Holotropic Breathwork, which I have developed jointly with Christina over the last fifteen years. This seemingly simple process, combining breathing, evocative music and other forms of sound, body work, and artistic expression, has an extraordinary potential for opening the way for exploring .. | Stanislav Grof | ||
| 0484c23 | To see the awful things is to see life as it really is. It makes you sharper, stronger, superior. You can stand it when others cannot. | sharper stronger superior | Greg Bear | |
| eabdfaf | But to fight something, you really have to try to understand its motivations--particularly when the something you're fighting holds most of the cards, the deck is stacked against you, and the whole gambling hall is on fire and filled with thugs. | Greg Bear | ||
| 6834e7a | Thought moves like a dissociation of leaves across a lawn in a breeze. | Greg Bear |