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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4575a82 | At some point my need for a solution was replaced by the poetry of my continuous failure. | Charles Simic | ||
| 721addc | Evans turned away, did something with his left eyelid for the benefit of the other two. "It's got him," he smirked. "He's tuned-in from now on." Time started to slow up and act crazy. Minutes took much longer to pass than they had before. It was hard for him to adjust himself to the new ratio, he got all balled-up. When it seemed like half an hour had gone by, the radio would still be playing only the first chorus of the same selection that.. | drugs marijuana pot weed | Cornell Woolrich | |
| ee74dd1 | It was a brave city, she decided, eyeing them. Brave in its other sense; not courageous, so much as outstanding, commanding. It was too nice a town to die in. Though it had no honeysuckle vines and no balconies and no guitars, it was meant for love. For living and for love, and the two were inseparable; one didn't come without the other. ("Too Nice A Day To Die")" | love manhattan new-york-city nyc | Cornell Woolrich | |
| f030c61 | There were three of them in the room now, where only two had first come in. Death was in the room with the two of them. | crime-thriller death noir noir-fiction | Cornell Woolrich | |
| 1b9fc85 | The viewpoint character in each story is usually someone trapped in a living nightmare, but this doesn't guarantee that we and the protagonist are at one. In fact Woolrich often makes us pull away from the person at the center of the storm, splitting our reaction in two, stripping his protagonist of moral authority, denying us the luxury of unequivocal identification, drawing characters so psychologically warped and sometimes so despicable .. | cornell-woolrich crime-fiction fiction-writing noir noir-fiction short-fiction writer writers writing | Francis M. Nevins | |
| 2c839ee | The girl's face was the color of talcum. Her uncle's was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane's was granite, with a glistening line of sweat just below his hair line. He'd never forget this night, the detective knew, no matter what else happened for the rest of his life. They were all getting scars on their souls, the sort of scars people got in the Dark Ages, when they believed in devils and black magic. ("Speak To M.. | devils fear horror scars | Cornell Woolrich | |
| e690826 | Gates got up, but not fast or jerkily, with the same slowness that had always characterized him. He wiped the sweat off his palms by running them lightly down his sides. As though he were going to shake hands with somebody. He was. He was going to shake hands with death. He wasn't particularly frightened. Not that he was particularly brave. It was just that he didn't have very much imagination. Rationalizing, he knew that he wasn't going to.. | death death-penalty death-sentence electric-chair execution fear imagination | Cornell Woolrich | |
| 8db17b5 | She thrust out her arms wide, in strange ritual of triumph, as Mimi Brissard had in Paris. She was a black, ominous death-cross against the starlight for a moment. Then she turned slowly, her eyes two green phosphorescent pools, toward where the helpless secret service man lay. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")" | Cornell Woolrich | ||
| 42c20c6 | Every life is a mystery. And every story of every life is a mystery. But it is not what happens that is the mystery. It is whether it has to happen no matter what, whether it is ordered and ordained, fixed and fated, or whether it can be missed, avoided, circumvented, passed by; that is the mystery. If she had not come along the Via Piemonte that day, would it still have happened? If she had come along the Via Piemonte that day, but ten m.. | fate free-will life mystery random-chance story | Cornell Woolrich | |
| b46869a | Dicen que la Humanidad se puede dividir entre aquellos cuya infancia fue un infierno, en cuyo caso siempre viviran perseguidos por ese fantasma, y aquellos que disfrutraron de una ninez maravillosa, que lo tienen aun mucho peor porque perdieron para siempre el paraiso | Rosa Montero | ||
| af243a3 | He was a man in the prime of his life, his fifties...broad forehead, aquiline nose, penetrating gaze, the very soul of rectitude and goodness. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| 2e6c9fc | Cheap, sentimental things | mario-vargas-llosa the-bad-girl translated | Edith Grossman | |
| 2d45dcc | Escribo. Escribo que escribo. Mentalmente me veo escribir que escribo y tambien puedo verme ver que escribo. Me recuerdo escribiendo ya y tambien viendome que escribia. Y me veo recordando que me veo escribir y me recuerdo viendome recordar que escribia y escribo viendome escribir que recuerdo haberme visto escribir que me veia escribir que recordaba haberme visto escribir que escribia y que escribia que escribo que escribia. Tambien puedo .. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| 5c7f12a | zmyn z ynkhh nchr st ykhsr hmn chyzh r br grdh khwdsh bbynd khsth shdh st w ykh rwz frydsh drmyayd khh mykhwhd khmy hm arm bgyrd. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| cc72570 | Pero no olvide tampoco que lo primero que se aprende en el Ejercito es a ser hombres. Los hombres fuman, se emborrachan, tiran contra, culean. Los cadetes saben que, si son descubiertos, se les expulsa. Ya han salido varios. Para hacerse hombre hay que correr riesgo, hay que ser audaz. Eso es el Ejercito, Gamboa, no solo la disciplina. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| eb02b04 | nt khbth shkhS `rfth yth lTfl@ lkhbyth@. nk mskh mn lnny@ wn`dm lHs. qdr@ `ly n tT`ny bkl brwd@ fDl mn yHsnwn m`mltk. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| 808df13 | Immigrants] who come from anywhere there is hunger, unemployment, oppression, and violence and who clandestinely cross the borders of countries that are prosperous, peaceful, and rich in opportunity, are certainly breaking the law, but they are exercising a natural and moral right which no legal norm or regulation should try to eliminate: the right to life, to survival, to escape the infernal existence they are condemned to by barbarous reg.. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| ad22801 | Suspiro, abrumado por los niveles de imbecilidad que padecia el mundo. | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| d7ec1a9 | Honor, vengeance, that rigorous religion, those punctilicious codes of conduct - how to explain their existence here, at the end of the world, among people who possessed nothing but the rags and the lice they had on them? | Mario Vargas Llosa | ||
| 6b41730 | It's a veritable Tower of Babylon, The way you people babble on. | Molière | ||
| 16488fe | Here in the world, each human frailty Provides occasion for philosophy, And that is virtue's noblest exercise; | Molière | ||
| bd70f5b | Good sense avoids all extremes, and requires us to be soberly rational. This unbending and virtuous stiffness of ancient times shocks too much the ordinary customs of our own; it requires too great perfection from us mortals; we must yield to the times without being too stubborn; it is the height of folly to busy ourselves in correcting the world. | Molière | ||
| 1af4461 | We pimp our precious lives to the infernal gnashing babble - Follow me! Friend me! Like me! But don't ever know me. | follow know knowledge life like social-network society | Patrick Marber | |
| 73e6f6e | Tu viens d'incendier la Bibliotheque ? - Oui. J'ai mis le feu la. - Mais c'est un crime inoui ! Crime commis par toi contre toi-meme, infame ! Mais tu viens de tuer le rayon de ton ame ! C'est ton propre flambeau que tu viens de souffler ! Ce que ta rage impie et folle ose bruler, C'est ton bien, ton tresor, ta dot, ton heritage Le livre, hostile au maitre, est a ton avantage. Le livre a toujours pris fait et cause pour toi. Une bibliotheq.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| f4d8034 | Why put yourself in charge of Heaven's cause? Does Heaven need our help to enforce its laws? | hypocrisy religion | Molière | |
| aac29f0 | La curiosite nait de la jalousie | Molière | ||
| 716df91 | A man who would be intimidated by me is exactly the kind of man I would have no interest in. | feminist | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 4e04fa7 | Yet such men do not need to imagine a male victim of crime as a brother or son in order to feel empathy. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 5cb726f | Confrontation is what happens when you are less than honest and you get caught. | honesty honesty-quotes relationship-problems truth truth-telling women women-s-fiction women-writers | Barbara Delinsky | |
| 62791e0 | Some people ask: "Why the word feminist? Why not just say you are a believer in human rights, or something like that?" Because that would be dishonest. Feminism is, of course, part of human rights in general--but to choose to use the vague expression human rights is to deny the specific and particular problem of gender. It would be a way of pretending that it was not women who have, for centuries, been excluded." | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| a5ca0ab | Racism should never have happened and so you don't get a cookie for reducing it | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 51be920 | Oh, my God,' she said, between sobs. 'Oh, my God.' Olanna reached out often to squeeze her arm. The rawness of Edna's grief made her helpless, brought the urge to stretch her hand into the past and reverse history. Finally, Edna fell asleep. Olanna gently placed a pillow beneath her head and sat thinking about how a single act could reverberate over time and space and leave stains that could never be washed off. She thought about how epheme.. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 733b1ea | course it was angry. Gender as it functions today is a grave injustice. I am angry. We should all be angry. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 4939608 | Nnamabia seemed fine to me, slipping his money into his anus and all. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| b2209d4 | He reminded her of Obinze's expression for people he liked. Obi ocha. A clean heart. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 9c90e78 | We teach boys to be afraid of fear, of weakness, of vulnerability. We teach them to mask their true selves, | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| e5e0080 | What if both boys and girls were raised not to link masculinity and money? What if their attitude was not "the boy has to pay," but rather, "whoever has more should pay." Of course, because of their historical advantage, it is mostly men who will have more today. But if we start raising children differently, then in fifty years, in a hundred years, boys will no longer have the pressure of proving their masculinity by material means. But" | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 0a88eb7 | A father is as much a verb as a mother. | motherhood parenting | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 4c2d986 | academics are not intellectuals; they are not curious, they build their stolid tents of specialized knowledge and stay securely in them. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 1d9ac15 | He was not living his life; life was living him | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| bab57df | In America, racism exists but racists are all gone. Racists belong to the past. Racists are the thin-lipped mean white people in the movies about the civil rights era. Here's the thing: the manifestation of racism has changed but the language has not. So if you haven't lynched somebody then you can't be called a racist. If you're not a bloodsucking monster, then you can't be called a racist. Somebody has to be able to say that racists are n.. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 0110b2d | A husband is not a headmaster. A wife is not a schoolgirl. Permission and being allowed, when used one-sidedly - and they are nearly only used that way - should never be the language of an equal marriage. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 8a25d42 | His letters dwell on me. I carry them around because they are long and detailed, because they remind me of my worthiness, because they tug at my feelings. Some months ago, he wrote that he did not want me to seek the whys, because there are some things that happen for which we can formulate no whys, for which whys simply do not exist and, perhaps, are not necessary. He did not mention Papa--he hardly mentions Papa in his letters--but I knew.. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| f53286e | Grandpapa used to say, about difficulties he had gone through, 'It did not kill me, it made me knowledgeable. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |