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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fce6327 | They were women not strong enough or smart enough to leave. Women without imagination. So they stayed in Wind Gap and played their teenage lives on an endless loop. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 6410a8d | Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects, Camille. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f1744de | It requires discipline, to drown oneself, but I have discipline in spades. My body may never be discovered, or it may resurface weeks, months, later--eroded to the point that my death can't be time-stamped--and I will provide a last bit of evidence to make sure Nick is marched to the padded cross, the prison table where he'll be pumped with poison and die. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 6ae115e | I always feel sad for the girl that i was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| c84a41b | Change--savor the cool, fresh flavor of it. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 18b3687 | En epocas dificiles, me habian dicho desde nina, lee, aprende, preparate, recurre a la literatura. | Joan Didion | ||
| 081247a | I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters | Joan Didion | ||
| f447ad9 | He ran his fingers over the moist ends of her hair and across her face. Her eyes were wet. How many nights had he heard Lily crying. As some parents sleep through fire, thunderstorms, and voices at the back door only to wake at a child's whisper, so Everett heard Lily crying at night. Her muffled sobs seemed to have broken his dreams for years. He had heard her even at Fort Lewis, even in Georgia, finally at Bliss. That was Lily crying in.. | relationships | Joan Didion | |
| 9523045 | Madness, it became convenient to believe quite early on, came with the territory, on the order of earthquakes. | Joan Didion | ||
| 96f3dbd | some events in life would remain beyond my ability to control or manage them. Some events would just happen. | life | Joan Didion | |
| f494b48 | 1966 and 1968 were a world removed from each other in the political and cultural life of the United States . . . | Joan Didion | ||
| 7f012eb | Medicine, I have reason since to notice more than once, remains an imperfect art. | Joan Didion | ||
| 45f8be7 | I will not forget the instinctive wisdom of the friend who, every day for those first few weeks, brought me a quart container of scallion-and-ginger congee from Chinatown. Congee I could eat. Congee was all I could eat. | food | Joan Didion | |
| c991d01 | I had believed in the logic of popular songs. I had looked for the silver lining. I had walked on through the storm. | Joan Didion | ||
| 2bba402 | New people could be seen, by people like my grandfather, as indifferent to everything that had made California work, but the ambiguity was this: new people were also who were making California rich. | Joan Didion | ||
| 50885f7 | In fact I had no idea how to be a wife. | Joan Didion | ||
| f8d65a2 | Discussion of how California has 'changed,' then, tends locally to define the more ideal California as that which existed at whatever past point the speaker first saw it: Gilroy as it was in the 1960s and Gilroy as it was fifteen years ago and Gilroy as it was when my father and I ate short ribs at the Milias Hotel are three pictures with virtually no overlap, a hologram that dematerializes as I drive through it. | Joan Didion | ||
| 08ab542 | My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging around in slow motion. If I were to look into the teardrop for the next million years, I might never find out who the people are, and what they are doing. | Joan Didion | ||
| 549d9f1 | Of course it might have been some other city, had circumstances been different and the time been different and had I been different, might have been Paris or Chicago or even San Francisco, but because I am talking about myself I am talking here about New York. That first night I opened my window on the bus into town and watched for the skyline, but all I could see were the wastes of Queens and big signs that said MIDTOWN TUNNEL THIS LANE an.. | Joan Didion | ||
| 9caa73c | You're a professional. Finish the piece. It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive. | Joan Didion | ||
| bbbdff4 | perhaps something else besides, for Sacramento is California, and California is a place in which a boom mentality and a sense of Chekhovian loss meet in uneasy suspension; in which the mind is troubled by some buried but ineradicable suspicion that things had better work here, because here, beneath that immense bleached sky, is where we run out of continent. | Joan Didion | ||
| 70b1e27 | As it happens, I am still committed to the idea that the ability to think for one's self depends upon one's mastery of the language. | Joan Didion | ||
| 00a170c | Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends. The question of self-pity. | Joan Didion | ||
| 8c37e2b | It's not you. It's anyone. Sometimes I don't want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room. | Joan Didion | ||
| 96bf9b5 | To be a white middle-class child in a small southern town must be on certain levels the most golden way for a child to live in the United States. | Joan Didion | ||
| 1e60f50 | During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone. | Joan Didion | ||
| 3e7106a | Character--the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life--is the source from which self-respect springs. --Joan Didion | Brené Brown | ||
| cb01a3b | You were too young back then to understand how much you would later forget--and too locked in the present to realize that the person you were writing to was in fact your future self. So you put down the journal, and little by little, over the course of the next forty-seven years, almost everything was lost. | Paul Auster | ||
| 6c173c8 | Bluntly and quietly, in a series of simple, forthright sentences, she dismantled the architecture of unhappiness that had been growing up around us for the past several days. She was calling from the office she said, and had to talk in a low voice, 'but if you can hear me, Sid' she began, 'there are four things I want you to know. First, I haven't stopped thinking about you since I left the house this morning. Second, I've decided to have t.. | Paul Auster | ||
| c4ec357 | Little by little, as you came to know her better in the weeks that followed, you discovered that eye to eye on nearly everything of any importance. Your politics were the same, most of the books you cared about were the same books, and you had familiar attitudes about what you wanted out of life: love, work, and children- with money and possessions far down on the list. Much to your relief, your personalities were nothing alike. She laughed.. | paul auster | ||
| 01f3a7c | times i think u were the most cherished trophy i had, but sometimes i think i was the game that you played. | Paul Auster | ||
| 91e557a | Todo lo inanimado se desintegraba, todo lo viviente moria. Cada vez que pensaba en esto notaba latidos en la cabeza al imaginar los furiosos y acelrados movimientos de las moleculas, las incesantes explosiones de la materia, el hirviente caos oculto bajo la superficie de todas las cosas. | Paul Auster | ||
| 9edc813 | Peace on earth, good will toward men. Piss on earth, good will toward none. | Paul Auster | ||
| 96222f6 | Doch am Ende sind Bucher kein Luxus, sondern eine Notwendigkeit, und Lesen ist eine Sucht, von der er keinesfalls geheilt werden mochte. | reading | Paul Auster | |
| 345c88e | Nevertheless, this anger was inside him--I believe constantly. Like the house that was well ordered and yet falling apart from within, the man himself was calm, almost supernatural in his imperturbability, and yet prey to a roiling, unstoppable force of fury within. All his life he strove to avoid a confrontation with this force, nurturing a kind of automatic behavior that would allow him to pass to the side of it. Reliance on fixed routine.. | paul auster | ||
| 68a552e | Everything had changed for me, and words that I had never understood before suddenly began to make sense. This came as revelation, and when I finally had time to absorb it, I wondered how I had managed to live so long without learning this simple thing. I am not talking about desire so much as knowledge, the discovery that two people, through desire, can create a thing more powerful than either of them can create alone. | Paul Auster | ||
| 337b12c | kdhbh 'wjd mn nfsh mkhlwq Sn`y ytl`b bh km ysh wytl`b blakhryn mn khllh | Paul Auster | ||
| feec930 | When a man walks into a room and you shake hands with him, you do not feel that you are shaking hands with him. Death changes that. This is the body of X, not this is X. The syntax is entirely different. Now we are talking about two things instead of one, implying that the man continues to exist, but only as an idea, a cluster of images and memories in the minds of the other people. As for the body, it is no more than flesh and bones, a hea.. | Paul Auster | ||
| c76e348 | That was all he had ever aspired to, with a wife thrown into the bargain, maybe, and a kid or two to go along with her. It had never felt like too much to ask for, but after three years of struggling to write his dissertation, Tom finally understood that he didn't have it in him to finish. Or, if he did have it in him, he couldn't persuade himself to believe in the value of doing it anymore. | Paul Auster | ||
| 0eba024 | You understood that there was no better thing in the world than to be kissed in the way she was kissing you, that this was without argument the single most important justification for being alive. | Paul Auster | ||
| 405bb0b | It was too small a step, somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost so much. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came to despise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own inertia; and the more inert he became, the more he despised himself. | Paul Auster | ||
| 7d3bec0 | Aus den fernsten Weiten des Weltraums betrachtet, ist die Erde nicht grosser als ein Staubkorn. Bedenke das, wenn du das nachste Mal das Wort "Menschheit" schreibst." | Paul Auster | ||
| 18153b2 | Every time Sachs posed for a picture, he was forced to impersonate himself, to play the game of pretending to be who he was. After a while, it must have had an effect on him. (...) They say that a camera can rob a person of his soul. In this case, I believe it was just the opposite. With this camera, I believe that Sachs's soul was gradually given back to him. | Paul Auster | ||
| 270291e | He aqui el dilema, por un lado queremos sobrevivir, adaptarnos, aceptar las cosas tal cual estan; pero, por otro lado, llegar a esto implica destruir todas aquellas cosas que alguna vez nos hicieron seres humanos. | Paul Auster |