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| f632385 | 4. Or else: Rough draft of a letter I think of you, often sometimes I go back into a cafe, I ist near the door, I order a coffee I arrange my packet of cigarettes, a box of matches, a writing pad, my felt-pen on the fake marble table I Spend a long time stirring my cup of coffee with the teasspoon (yet I don't put any sugar in my coffee, I drink it allowing the sugar to melt in my mouth, like the people of North, like the Russians and Pole.. | George Perec | ||
| 7a2599d | Who, on seeing a Parisian apartment house, has never thought of it as indestructible? A bomb, a fire, an earthquake could certainly bring it down, but what else? In the eyes of an individual, of a family, or even a dynasty, a town, street, or house seems unchangeable, untouchable by time, by the ups and downs of human life, to such an extent that we believe we can compare and contrast the fragility of our condition to the invulnerability of.. | Georges Perec | ||
| 18530b1 | Sen bir aylak, bir uyurgezersin, bir istiridyesin. Tanimlar saatlere, gunlere gore degisiyor ama tasidiklari anlam az cok belli: Yasamanin, harekete gecmenin, bir sey yapmanin pek sana gore olmadigini hissediyorsun; sadece surup gitmek istiyorsun, sadece bekleyisi ve unutusu istiyorsun. | Georges Perec | ||
| 6ad0417 | Onceden dusunulmus bir hareket degil bu, bir hareket de degil zaten, bir hareket yoklugu, yapmadigin bir hareket,yapmaktan kacindigin hareketler. | Georges Perec | ||
| a47109c | It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier, that you discover, without surprise, that something is wrong, that, without mincing words, you don't know how to live, that you will never know. | Georges Perec | ||
| ade6a6e | lqd twqft `n lklm w lSmt wHdh ldhy jwbk. lkn tlk lklmt, 'lf, mlyyn lklmt tlk lty twqft ffy Hlqk, lklmt lty l tkmlh lh, Srkht lfrH, klmt lHb, lDHkt lblh, mt~ tst`ydh..?? | Georges Perec | ||
| 402f6d2 | fltkn Hytk mGlqh, mls, mdwrh mthl byDh, fltSbH Hrktk w skntk mHddh bnZm l ytGyr yqrr kl shyy' lk , yHmyk rGman `nk. | Georges Perec | ||
| 3b27f92 | What's attacking me now is a direct humanitarianism ... | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| b6ec5d7 | Toute grande oeuvre est soit une Iliade soit une Odysee, les odysees etant beaucoup plus nombreuse que les iliades: le , , , , et naturellement | Raymond Queneau | ||
| 4a2332a | Why," he was saying, "why should one not tolerate this life, since so little suffices to deprive one of it? So little brings it into being, so little brightens it, so little blights it, so little bears it away. Otherwise, who would tolerate the blows of fate and the humiliations of a successful career, the swindling of grocers, the prices of butchers, the water of milkmen, the irritation of parents, the fury of teachers, the bawling of serg.. | Raymond Queneau | ||
| 0f25024 | You're not human, Eleanore Jones. I think that somewhere inside you, you must know that. You must always have known. You're not made of ordinary bone or blood but of something else completely." "Really. What am I of, then? Kelp and jellyfish, I suppose?" "You are made of magic." He said it in an absolutely unremarkable way, as if instead he'd just said, or " | Shana Abe | ||
| 13404f1 | Lora, beloved. Lora of the moon and sky. are a dragon." , sighed the fiend, swelling with delight inside me, filled with an awful, awful recognition. "That is ," I shouted over them both; rather, I tried to shout, but my voice was so strangled it came more as a gasp. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I don't appreciate your games. I-I came here to tell you to stop pestering me, and leaving me gifts, and at me-" "You dream of f.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 71550b0 | When her gaze met his, her irises were luminous, pooling bright silvery purple, a definitely inhuman glow. He'd awoken the beast in her. Good. "What you?" she whispered. Jesse took a step back to clear his head, to free himself from the tendrils of her sorcery. It'd be easier for both of them if he could think straight. Right. He needed to focus. He'd waited his lifetime for this moment, but, even so, the words came with difficulty. It w.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 2d6ee6f | Hullo," he said sleepily, rubbing a hand along his jaw. I came to life. "Get out!" He yawned, a lazy yawn, a yawn that clearly indicated he had no intention of leaving. In the moody gray light his body seemed a mere suggestion against the covers, his hair a shaded smudge against the paler lines of his collar and face. "But I've been waiting for you for over an hour up here, and bloody boring it's been, too. I've never known a girl who didn'.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 44e1427 | The duke's son and the pauper girl. I suppose as a couple we were the most interesting thing in view. I took the champagne glass from Armand and finished what he hadn't. As Sophia had said, it wasn't swill. So much for my manners. "Why am I here?" I asked curtly, handing back the empty flute. "Because I invited you." I dropped my voice. "Did you find out anything about Rue?" "Is that why you came?" "No, I came because I simply can't get eno.. | Shana Abe | ||
| a59208c | Tender creatures, these aristocrats. Who would have guessed? | Shana Abe | ||
| 3bcb826 | You called me," I whispered. "And you came," Jesse Holms answered, a green-eyed glance back at me, a half smile that dissolved my bones. Then we were moving hand in hand down the rotting plank stairs." | Shana Abe | ||
| 481a2c2 | But how... am I a dragon? How are a starman?" "I don't think of myself as a , exactly," he said soberly, though I sensed he wanted to smile. His hand released mine, the bridge broken; he moved to hang the lantern on a shiny new hook dug into the wall behind us. "I was born here, on earth. Not even far from here, in fact. Just over in Devon. My parents died young, when I was only five. Hastings is my great-uncle and he took me in, and I'.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 670c64d | Bundled in my shawl and uniform, I might have been partaking in any one of Mrs. Westcliffe's permitted after-supper al fresco activities, like: Strolling to the edge of the rose garden to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the orchard to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the bridge to admire the sunset. At England's foremost educational opportunity for young women, strolling to the brink of things was allowed. Leaving the.. | Shana Abe | ||
| ce9866b | Don't allow yourself to waste that chance. Don't succumb to any...distractions." I could only imagine my expression. Miss Swanston lowered her candy-red lashes and glanced back at Armand. "Oh," I said, swallowing. "No. Definitely not." "Forgive me. He seems quite taken with you." The bite of roll lodged in my throat; I coughed. "He isn't, I assure you." "Eleanore, it grieves me to correct you, but he is staring at you even now. He hasn't be.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 7fe5691 | You are, after all, Armand's inamorata of the moment." I gave up on the titles. "I'm his what?" "Inamorata. It means " "I know what it means." She took in my face and slanted a smile. "Dear me. Have I offended you?" "Only by your ignorance. I'm not his lover. I'm not-anyone's anything." "But you could be, if you wished it. If you looked at him the way he looks at you.." "You're imagining things." "I'm not. Everyone's noticed." "What does i.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 6a14742 | You need to get home, both of you. Louis, I'd like to keep the letters here, if you don't mind. I want to go over them again." I came to my feet. "And ask the stars about them?" Jesse nodded. Armand only shook his head, gloomy. There were bruises under his eyes that hadn't been there yesterday. "Ask the-fine. Splendid. Keep them if you like. Burn them. Turn them to gold or silver or lead. In the morning I'll wake up and none of this will h.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 7eb1926 | I'm spending until dawn with you," I said firmly. "Don't bother to argue." "God forbid," said Jesse, solemn. I pushed past him into the cottage. He'd been waiting up for me, I could tell. There was a book spread facedown upon the table, a pair of lamps lit beside it. "I thought you said you were resting tonight. "Aye. I was. But then it occurred to me that the bed wasn't nearly so comfortable without you. So I got up and hoped." I crossed m.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 73e2d28 | What is what?" asked Armand. "I don't hear anything." I hadn't taken my eyes from Jesse. "There's more than one. Two at least, right?" "Two," he said. "I hear two." Armand stood. "Two " I sent him a look. "Zeppelins. Headed this way." He stared at us, silent. And really, what could he say? "All right, all right." I chafed my hands nervously up and down my sides, rumpling the shirt. "I can-I can fly up there. Turn to dragon. Claw them open.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 494c5a0 | Armand needs to see you. He's had all this time to think things through. He'll have questions. He'd rather go to you with them than to me." "I hardly have answers." "Then guess." I huffed a laugh. "Are you serious?" "I am. Either you guess or I do." That brought me upright. "You mean, you've only been guessing at what you've been telling me?" He gave a grin, folding his arms behind his head. "Not entirely. Sheathe your claws, love. The star.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 844aae6 | As the American historian John Lewis Gaddis put it, it is like looking in a rearview mirror: if you only look back, you will land in the ditch, but it helps to know where you have come from and who else is on the road. | Margaret MacMillan | ||
| abc073a | Venerable age had not, for him, arranged that derelict landscape against which it is privileged to sit and pick its nose, break wind, and damn the course of youth groping among the obstacles erected, dutifully, by its own hands earlier, along the way of that sublime delusion known as the pursuit of happiness. Not to be confused with the state of political bigotry, mental obstinacy, financial security, sensual atrophy, emotional penury, an.. | humor maturity recognitions | William Gaddis | |
| a9bc6cb | where would Christianity be today if Jesus had been given ten to twenty with time off for good behavior | William Gaddis | ||
| 91bc64e | The function of this school is custodial. It's here to keep these kids off the streets until the girls are big enough to get pregnant and the boys are old enough to go out and hold up a gas station. | William Gaddis | ||
| 91fc6b3 | The ship's surgeon was a spotty unshaven little man whose clothes, arrayed with smudges, drippings, and cigarette burns, were held about him by an extensive network of knotted string, The buttons down the front of those duck trousers had originally been made, with all of false economy's ingenious drear deception, of coated cardboard. After many launderings they persisted as a row of gray stumps posted along the gaping portals of his fly. Th.. | William Gaddis | ||
| 1910216 | I also believe I met William Gaddis once. He did not look Italian. | David Markson | ||
| c5b936f | As Tietjens saw the world, you didn't "talk." Perhaps you didn't even think about how you felt." | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 8df8f6b | For Mrs. Satterthwaite interested herself - it was the only interest she had - in handsome, thin, and horribly disreputable young men. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 6ced681 | Oh, child,' the Father exclaimed, 'whether it's St Martha or that Mary that made the bitter choice, not one of them ever looked more virtuous than you. Why aren't ye born to be a good man's help-meet? | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| fc40359 | She had always known under her mind and now she confessed it: her agony had been, half of it, because one day he would say farewell to her, like that, with the inflexion of a verb. As, just occasionally, using the work "we" - and perhaps without intention - he had let her know that he loved her." | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 4b50369 | You will then. Listen here...I've always got this to look forward to: I'll settle down by that man's side. I'll be as virtuous as any woman. I've made up my mind to it and I'll be it. And I'll be bored stiff for the rest of my life. Except for one thing. I can torment that man. And I'll do it. Do you understand how I'll do it? There are many ways. But if the worst comes to the worst I can always drive him silly...by corrupting the child!' S.. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 0ea82db | She said that she did not wish for any monuments to the Hurlbird family. At the time I thought that that was because of a New England dislike for necrological ostentation. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 7726b66 | Is the whole thing a folly and a mockery? Am I no better than a eunuch or is the proper man--the man with the right to existence--a raging stallion forever neighing after his neighbor's womankind? I don't know. And there is nothing to guide us. And if everything is so nebulous about a matter so elementary as the morals of sex, what is there to guide us in the more subtle morality of all other personal contacts, associations, and activities? | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 3946990 | It is, in fact, asking for trouble if you are more altruist than the society that surrounds you. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 63ba007 | But we who remain shall grow old We shall know the cold Of cheerless Winter and the rain of Autumn and the sting Of poverty, of love despised and of disgraces, And mirrors showing stained and aging faces, And the long ranges of comfortless years And the long gamut of human fears... But, for you, it shall forever be spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the wa.. | death dying forever life sad war youth | Ford Madox Ford (Ford Madox Hueffer ) | |
| de4bb82 | But upon my word, I don't know how we put in our time. How does one put in one's time? How is it possible to have achieved nine years and to have nothing whatever to show for it? | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 2d4232e | In life, we all have a cross to bear and a unique story to tell. We just hope that someone will take the time to listen. | family-dynamics irish-immigrant irish-literature irish-memoir life-lessons multiculturalism | Greg McVicker | |
| 52991b0 | I said, "I have bad dreams too. But then I remember I'm awake and that the bad dreams can't follow me when I'm awake. And then I feel better." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 199f055 | The Kid told me that he thought gay people were supposed to be classy, but then he looked me up and down and said that even nice stereotypes can be a detriment to society because I obviously wasn't classy. | T.J. Klune |