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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b594042 | All things being equal, why not be married to a rich man? (Somewhere, Hannah thinks, there must be a needlepoint pillow asking this very question in a cleverer way.) | marriage riches | Curtis Sittenfeld | |
| 30abb0f | Well--" My mother paused, and her tone was reflective in that way that is inevitably sad, because the past is sad. "What I remember," she said, "is that you were always such a dear little girl." | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 0e05d81 | Liz and Willie were passing a miniature chateau--even in its modified version, it was seven or eight thousand square feet--and Liz said, "I guess I'm a Cincinnati opportunist. In New York, I play the wholesome-midwesterner card, but when I'm back here, I consider myself to be a chic outsider." Even before Willie replied, Liz felt the loneliness of having confided something true in a person who didn't care." | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 1453373 | By the time we met up again, she'd be able to hand her reaction to me as a tidy package: a single square of lasagna in a sealed Tupperware container as opposed to a squalid kitchen with tomato sauce splattered on the counters. And I wouldn't have to be there while she got it in order. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 78e1391 | I bet things would be easier for you if you either realized you're not that weird or decided that being weird isn't bad. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| d1fcc22 | There is no perfection only life Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being | Milan Kundera | ||
| 7e9bf01 | My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 32351a7 | I have made efforts to make you appear as a person with less anxiety, as you have commanded me to do on so many occasions. This is difficult to achieve, because in truth you are a person with very much anxiety. Perhaps you should be a drug user. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 386a700 | They exchanged notes, like children. My grandfather made his out of newspaper clippings and dropped them in her woven baskets, into which he knew only she would dare stick a hand. Meet me under the wooden bridge and I will show you things you have never, ever seen. The "M" was taken from the army that would take his mother's life: GERMAN FRONT ADVANCES ON SOVIET BORDER; the "eet" from their approaching warships: NAZI FLEET DEFEATS FRENCH AT.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ef280cc | She asked: "What can you promise?" He promised: "Things are about to be different." -- | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| a584382 | I did not feel that he owed it to me. And I did not feel like I owed it to him. We owed it to each other, which is something different. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 978ea62 | It's just that sometimes we make things up just to talk | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| b82ecc3 | But the future lay open, a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities with a small quick heartbeat, delicate and impatient | inspirational pages-63-64 poetic | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| bd6bbdb | There was nothing, which would have been unfortunate, unless nothing was a clue. Was nothing a clue? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| f9dd4c2 | I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life [...] | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 5d4ad87 | So She had to satisfy herself with the idea of love-loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. | hope love | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| bf9d885 | Their length could not be measured in years, just as an ocean could not explain the distance we have traveled, just as the dead can never be counted. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 7325c7e | It's very hard to have a productive dialogue with a thirteen-year-old boy, as every gently broached subject becomes an Ultimate Conversation, requiring defense systems and counterattacks to attacks that were never launched. What begins as an innocent observation about his habit of leaving things in the pockets of dirty clothes ends with Sam blaming his parents for his twenty-eighth-percentile height, which makes him want to commit suicide o.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| b40f01a | I don't know how late it got. I probably fell asleep, but I don't remember. I cried so much that everything blurred into everything else. At some point she was carrying me to my room. Then I was in bed. She was looking over me. I don't believe in God, but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything ever could be. But it was also incredibly simple. In my only life, she was my mom, a.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| e264618 | So many days in their shared life. So many experiences. How had they managed to spend the previous sixteen years unlearning each other? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 0b11b2b | Why are entire flocks of industrial birds dying at once? And what about the people eating those birds? Just the other day, one of the local pediatricians was telling me he's seeing all kinds of illnesses that he never used to see. Not only juvenile diabetes, but inflammatory and autoimmune diseases that a lot of the docs don't even know what to call. And girls are going through puberty much earlier; and kids are allergic to just about every.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 17ebff5 | There's nothing that could convince someone who doesn't want to be convinced. But there is an abundance of clues that would give the wanting believer something to hold on to. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 7eeac2b | He was caught somewhere between his mother's last kiss and the first kiss he would give his child, between the war that was and would be | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 458e6c2 | I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits.... | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 2dcb817 | One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my name again and again. "Oskar! Oskar!" Maybe I didn't even like it, but I needed it right then." | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ee0b0fe | Sea horses have complicated routines for courtship, and tend to mate under full moons, making musical sounds while doing so. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8574ce4 | I'd left behind a thousand tons of marble, I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself. I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 421d5d9 | He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone else loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one else loves your, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. He knew that it is, by love's definition, impossible to love two people. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| e27cf3d | She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known - not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia. He had a birthmark on the third toe of his left foot. He wasn't able to urinate if someone could hear him. He thought cucumbers were good enough, but pickles were delicious - so absolutely delicious, in fact, that he questioned whether they were, indeed, made from cucumbers,.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 9dd578c | I wanted to shout myself into his ear. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8f568e1 | I was thankful," said my father, "for the make-believe." | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| e9d403f | Once upon a time there was a person whose life was so good there was no story to tell about it. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| cc631a2 | It's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we only have one life | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3951dfe | In the case of animal slaughter, to throw your hands in the air is to wrap your fingers around a knife handle. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| f7c9e02 | I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ddfce82 | that's the business model. How quickly can they be made to grow, how tightly can they be packed, how much or little can they eat, how sick can they get without dying. This isn't animal experimentation, where you can imagine some proportionate good at the other end of the suffering. This is what we feel like eating... Why doesn't a horny person have as strong a claim to raping an animal as a hungry one does to killing and eating it? It's eas.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 0a039d2 | I was pretending to be a monster, and I became a monster. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| af005fa | He talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| b22c7e6 | There are times when one needs to disappear while in the living room, and sometimes one simply wants to disappear. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 01afebc | hnk shrT@ sry@ fy jmy` 'nH l`lm, wlknh fqT fy bldn tbth tsjylth `br ldh`@! shy' `jyb! | Milan Kundera | ||
| 59ab8f5 | have always been fascinated by relationships. I grew up in Britain, where my dad ran a pub, and I spent a lot of time watching people meeting, talking, drinking, brawling, dancing, flirting. But the focal point of my young life was my parents' marriage. I watched helplessly as they destroyed their marriage and themselves. Still, I knew they loved each other deeply. In my father's last days, he wept raw tears for my mother although they had .. | Sue Johnson | ||
| c613bd4 | The woman hurt me. She looked so soft and perfect, like a mannequin made of flesh, flesh all the way through. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 476003b | But often, thereafter, when Grainier heard the wolves at dusk, he laid his head back and howled for all he was worth, because it did him good. It flushed out something heavy that tended to collect in his heart, and after an evening's program with his choir of British Columbian wolves he felt warm and buoyant. | Denis Johnson | ||
| e9c4406 | Well," I said, "if the saints think reincarnation's a game worth playing ..." Mark said: "I mean, sure, something's happening over and over, but what? Maybe it's just the breath in and out of our lungs." I pointed out we didn't need a metaphor for breathing--"You just talked about it quite literally." | Denis Johnson |