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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c10671a | This is known, and what is not known does not undermine it. This is the scientific way. To be open about the limits of one's knowledge increases public confidence in what one says is known. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| d12c290 | In these our degenerate times, men bent on nothing but vainglory and personal gain - hollow, bombastic men for whom nothing is off-limits if it advances their petty cause - will claim to be great leaders | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 8abb713 | You can lay your strategies as carefully as you like, but women will undo them at a stroke. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 5d8b7ab | Genius was being born in her, filling the empty spaces in her bed, her heart, her womb. She needed no-one but herself. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 12a8840 | During his illness he had spent every minute of consciousness calling upon God, every second of every minute. Ya Allah whose servant lies bleeding do not abandon me now after watching oven me so long. Ya Allah show me some sign, some small mark of your favour, that I may find in myself the strength to cure my ills. O God most beneficent most merciful, be with me in this my time of need, my most grievous need. Then it occurred to him that he.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 5b69cfc | the true direction of her heart: that is to say, inwards, to the reality of dreams. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 45c13f2 | All men needed to hear their stories told. He was a man, but if he died without telling the story he would be something less than that, an albino cockroach, a louse. The dungeon did not udnerstand the idea of as tory. The dungeon was static, eternal, black and a story needed motion adn tiem and light. He felt his story slipping away from him, beocming inconsequential, ceasing to be. He has no story. There was no story. He was not a man. The.. | medical-humanities narrative story | Salman Rushdie | |
| a895ae9 | Once you've done it with him, he won't abandon you. If he really loves you, if he's a man with a heart, he'll follow you wherever you go. If he doesn't, he isn't the man you want, is he? | love love-quotes | Ha Jin | |
| fd3791a | Ha Jin writes: 'Some great men and women are fortified and redeemed through their suffering, and they even seek sadness instead of happiness, just as Van Gogh asserted, 'Sorrow is better than joy,' and Balzac declared, 'Suffering is one's teacher.' But these dicta are suitable only for extraordinary souls, for the select few. For ordinary people like us, too much suffering can only make us meaner, crazier, pettier, and more wretched | David Sheff | ||
| 91d09bd | Those intricate curves and patterns your people create are beyond human eyes and hands to make. Perhaps we wished to avoid a poor imitation that would only have been an ever-present reminder to us of what we had lost. There is a different beauty in simplicity, in a single line placed just so, a single flower among the rocks. The harshness of the stone makes the flower more precious. We try not to dwell too much on what is gone. The stronges.. | loss ogier stone-mason | Robert Jordan | |
| 6f2ee92 | We will have to call especially loud to reach Our angels, who are hard of hearing; they are hiding In the jugs of silence filled during our wars. | Robert Bly | ||
| 87d2951 | Direct marketing . . . is the only form of accountable advertising. | Robert W. Bly | ||
| 900a026 | Don't ask why the elephants wear such large shoes, And why the kangaroos are reborn kidnappers, And why the sailing birds are all Romantics. | elephants kangaroos romantics | Robert Bly | |
| 2904cbf | I am afraid there'll be a moment when I fail you, friend; I will turn slightly Away, our eyes will not meet, and out in the field There will be no one. | Robert Bly | ||
| 9dee6b1 | The indulgence of denying is by far the worst; it forces us to believe we are doing great things, when in effect we are only fixed within ourselves. To | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 07627a0 | What distinguishes normal people is that we share a metaphorical dagger; the concerns of our self - reflection. With this dagger, we cut ourselves and bleed; and the job of our chains of self - reflection is to give us the feeling that we are bleeding together, that we are sharing something wonderful; our humanity. But if we were to examine it, we would discover that we are bleeding alone; that we are not sharing anything; that all we are d.. | self-reflection sorcerer | Carlos Castaneda | |
| a2d5342 | Upon learning to see a man becomes everything by becoming nothing. He, so to speak, vanishes and yet he's there. I would say that this is the time when a man can be or can get anything he desires. But he desires nothing, and instead of playing with his fellow men like they were toys, he meets them in the midst of their folly. The only difference between them is that a man who sees controls his folly, while his fellow men can't. A man who se.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| be51c9d | Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions.... Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn't. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other will make you curse your life. One makes yo.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| cd06039 | One of the many downsides to being a drug addict is never really knowing if the stuff is real. | downside drug drug-addict druggie funny humor junkie | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 235a3fd | Your imaginary friend isn't the problem, Amanda. The problem is that you don't seem to have any real friends. | death fantasy friendship imaginary-friend imagination love psychiatry real | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 1c1ee03 | How can those who possess all knowledge, which must include knowledge of life that is worth living, be interested in using knowledge only for the insignificant aim of making money? | meaning-of-life | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| ec5b9d2 | If there is such a thing as philosophical progress, then why - unlike scientific progress - is it so invisible? Philosophical progress is invisible because it is incorporated into our points of view. What was torturously secured by complex argument comes widely shared intuition, so obvious that we forget its provenance. | perspective | Rebecca Goldstein | |
| 286c3ea | I've got access to your mysterious body but not your mysterious soul. Souls seem to me the loneliest possibility of all. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 2a141bd | The only object we truly possess is our own mind. The only pleasure over which we have complete dominion is the progress of our own understanding. | Rebecca Goldstein | ||
| 3db89af | Mandy smiled cheerfully at an overweight kid in a gold sweater and pink skirt who was chasing her little brother around along the boardwalk. When she was that age, on sunny days she'd be out on the boardwalk with Jud and Wendy, buying rainbow sorbet from the ice cream shop and placing paper boats into the harbour. She felt like a ghost, drifting past the shell of her own childhood. | childhood children ice-cream kids nostalgia pollution rainbow-sorbet sea | Rebecca McNutt | |
| d985d4f | Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk. | dream girl nuclear pollution rainbow science smog storm surreal teenager | Rebecca McNutt | |
| b4dbfa8 | Kipster is a perfectly valid word," Wendy argued, about to write down her score on the little notepad that had come with the game. "Okay, so what does it mean?" Mandy wanted to know. Wendy struggled to come up with an answer, and finally just changed the subject with school gossip. Mandy found herself just ignoring it... it always sounded the same, the same events, same rumors, same secrets, same affairs, but never anything of interest to .. | 80-s argue baby boring bullying canada cape-breton coming-of-age drama drama-queen eating eighties fighting funny game gossip growing-up kipster maturity nostalgia nova-scotia pollution rumors scary scrabble self-harm suicide teenage words | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 7a7b2e9 | Sometimes Geraldine feels like she can drive forever. Maybe that's partially why she took a job at Milo General Motors. Driving is the best means of escape that the human race has, at least, that's her opinion. She's never had the guts to try drugs before, both because her sister was a junkie in the last few months she knew her, and because she's heard the overdose horror stories, seen 'Requiem for a Dream', smelled the vapours of a meth la.. | car car-dealership cocaine crack drive druggie drugs escapism ghost junkie needle nightmare requiem-for-a-dream surreal | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 5900aae | I've seen a lot of stuff... maybe I've seen too much. I see most humans in a bad light because I've seen what they can do, how evil they can be... I've seen the Holocaust and I've seen Jonestown, I've seen the Vietnam War and I've seen Hiroshima... I've seen the Chernobyl disaster... I've seen the World Trade Center attack... I've been alive too long, over a hundred years is a long time to be alive," Alecto sighed, staring at the cigarette .. | alive chernobyl death disaster dying earth evil grief hazardous hippie holocaust human jonestown kami lonely nature nuclear personification pollution sad smog steel vietnam-war | Rebecca McNutt | |
| f10b249 | You should find something better to do with your time," Mandy told him. "I spend my time shooting people, and then I take them to darkrooms and blow them up." "...Come again?" Alecto questioned with a tone of alarm in his voice. "I take photographs and develop them myself, I've got my own darkroom... it was a joke," Mandy laughed. "I love photography and I'm gonna be a photojournalist someday." "Really?" Alecto asked. For the first time si.. | april-fool-s blow-up camera chemical crazy dark-room darkroom demented develop disturbing enthusiasm film friends funny hilarious home-movies humor insane instamatic joke kodak murder nikon photography photography-humor shoot strange super-8 weird | Rebecca McNutt | |
| a50f21c | Her gaze wavered towards one of the books on the sales counter beside the register, a hardcover copy of Shakespeare's Hamlet with many of the pages dog-eared and stained with coffee and tea. The store owner caught her looking at it and slid it across the counter towards her. "You ever read Hamlet?" he questioned. "I tried to when I was in high school," said Mandy, picking up the book and flipping it over to read the back. "I mean, it's expe.. | bookstore classic coffee diffcult dog-eared geek grief hamlet loss nerd reading revenge shakespeare tea | Rebecca McNutt | |
| a0fc83d | Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people. | career dead death dying friend friendship funeral lonely morbid mortician undertaker | Rebecca McNutt | |
| afe6e57 | Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone," her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. "Where've you been, what've you been up to?" "Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend, he was a Personification of the Sydney Tar Ponds, sort of my imaginary friend?" Mandy asked. "No, what in the name of god are you on about?" her mom sighed in exasperation. "Remember? Only I could see him, but he was real and he was my bes.. | call canada cape-breton conversation dysfunctional-families eighteen family friend friendship girl imaginary-companion imaginary-friend imaginary-playmate invisible invisible-friend mom mother nova-scotia phone pretend pretend-friend remember sydney-tar-ponds talk telephone | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 99c5c19 | I've seen how cigarettes went from being advertised in every type of media to being something found to be deadly... they can't kill me no matter how many of them I smoke but I've seen humans die from smoking them... if I were you I would stop smoking them." "Why should I? You smoke 'em all the time, you chain-smoke cigarettes," Mandy pointed out. "Yeah, I started doing that back in the Sixties... for reasons you likely saw on those VHS tape.. | attack blast-from-the-past cancer chain-smoke cigar cigarette creepy deadly depress depression disturbing education eerie gray grief haunting health horror knowledge loss no-smoking past pollution retro scary self-help sick smog smoke spooky times tobacco trapped vhs-tape video | Rebecca McNutt | |
| bb144b3 | Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they'd likely text with their last breath. | cell-phone depressing digital-age future phone sad text | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 6759640 | I've been alive a long time, long enough to know that the more baggage you carry in life, the more unstable you'll be, until eventually you get sick of carrying it, and then you just fall down. | baggage fall grief life mental-illness mourn mourning unstable | Rebecca McNutt | |
| ead9b0f | People don't look like people anymore after they've fallen from over a hundred floors above the ground. | disaster fall gore ground people september-11-attacks september-11th twin-towers world-trade-center | Rebecca McNutt | |
| d34484e | Shout to the top! | cheer fun happy joy life protest shout voice | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 1c9d77f | Why'd you want to kill yourself? Didn't you feel anything, or didn't it hurt you?" Mandy questioned, looking puzzled. "Yes, I suppose it did, ... it was strange, it was sharp, that's all I can think of to describe it... and cold, but not cold like ice, more like... I don't know, like something much worse, something horrible... and it seemed like the ground was falling upwards, becoming the sky... for a moment it made me consider that it wa.. | canada confusion creepy dark death drugs dying dysfunctional friend friends friendship grief halloween help loss morbid nostalgia sadness self-harm self-mutilation spooky suicide swing-set | Rebecca McNutt | |
| abf4f95 | Others live for the lie of love; Echo lives for her lovely lies, loves for their livening. | pleasure-principle | John Barth | |
| c25afbd | Man is a mechanism for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things. | John Updike | ||
| bd85d34 | That's why we love disaster, Harry sees it, puts us back in touch with guilt and sends us crawling back to God | John Updike | ||
| 17faceb | So, reader, should you ever find yourself writing about the world, take care not to nibble at the many tempting symbols she sets squarely in your path, or you'll be baited into saying things you don't really mean, and offending the people you want most to entertain. Develop, if you can, the technique of the pall bearers and myself: smile, to be sure -- for fucking dogs are truly funny -- but walk on and say nothing, as though you hadn't not.. | John Barth | ||
| 1a142bd | Unhappily, things get clearer as we go along. I perceive that I have no body. What's less, I've been speaking of myself without delight or alternative as self-consciousness pure and sour; I declare now that even that isn't true. I'm not aware of myself at all, as far as I know. I don't think. . . I know what I'm talking about. | John Barth |