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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 10d32a0 | And that everyone has to find their own path, even brothers. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 5353543 | How clear one's own desires become once they are made impossible. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a37fb7a | Everyone living around this lake thinks I'm crazy, and if we go back to the police with this story, then the news that Elinor Loredan has finally flipped will be all over the place. Which just goes to show that a passion for books is extremely unhealthy. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| c8723bf | Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 0911466 | Oh, putrid puffballs! Stop winding us all up like this or I'll tie a knot in your tail! | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a20d496 | How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book." | pain loss sadness greif | Cornelia Funke | |
| 22acbec | They are a brilliant device for shape-shifting as we can slip into the skin of authors from other times, other cultural backgrounds, brilliant minds who give us a new perspective on life and the world - something we all need from time to time. - Cornelia Funke | books-reading bookshops reading-books | Jen Campbell | |
| 45fa930 | I hope you drop dead!" She screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. "I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke!" Basta laughed as he closed the door. "Just listen to this little wildcat!" He said. "I think I'll have to watch my step with you around!" | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 9131805 | That was the use of knives for women: to cut food for the men who killed with their knives... who killed those women's husbands, their sons, and their daughters. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 4c82bea | A thousand enemies outside the house/ are better than one within (Arab Proverb) | Cornelia Funke | ||
| ff042a5 | Vielleicht hat sich doch alles geandert. Vielleicht gibt es hinter der gedruckten Geschichte eine andere, viel grossere Geschichte, die sich ebenso wandelt, wie unsere Welt es tut? Und die Buchstaben verraten uns daruber gerade so viel wie ein Blick durch ein Schlusselloch. Vielleicht sind sie nicht mehr als der Deckel zu einem Topf, der viel mehr enthalt als wir lesen konnen. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| addeb8c | Unlike earlier thinkers, who had sought to improve their accuracy by getting rid of error, Laplace realized that you should try to get more error: aggregate enough flawed data, and you get a glimpse of the truth. "The genius of statistics, as Laplace defined it, was that it did not ignore errors; it quantified them," the writer Louis Menand observed. "...The right answer is, in a sense, a function of the mistakes." | Kathryn Schulz | ||
| f3652f6 | Modernity is the condition a society reaches when life is no longer conceived as cyclical. In a premodern society, where the purpose of life is understood to be the reproduction of the customs and practices of the group, and where people are expected to follow the life path their parents followed, the ends of life are given at the beginning of life. People know what their life's task is, and they know when it has been completed. In modern s.. | Louis Menand | ||
| 0fe58d9 | All my tips and tricks and woes and worries are gong to come tumbling out before you. I'm going to divulge them. What a juicy work that is, 'divulge.' Truth opening its petals. Truth smells like Chinese food and sweat. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| 3be7cb3 | What I remembered most clearly about this Jinja road was that on portions of it, for reasons no one could explain, butterflies settled in long fluffy tracts. There might be eighty feet of road carpeted by white butterflies, so many of them that if you drove too fast your tires lost their grip, and some people lost their lives, skidding on butterflies. | Paul Theroux | ||
| 93791f6 | The disorder in Yashar's apartment was that comfortable littering and stacking that only another writer can recognize as order - the considered scatter of papers and books a writer builds around himself until it acquires the cozy solidity of a nest. | Paul Theroux | ||
| baed04d | So far I had been travelling alone with my handbook and my Western Railway timetable: I was happiest finding my own way and did not require a liaison man. It had been my intention to stay on the train, without bothering about arriving anywhere: sight-seeing was a way of passing the time, but, as I had concluded in Istanbul, it was an activity very largely based on imaginative invention, like rehearsing your own play in stage sets from which.. | travel sight-seeing train-travel | Paul Theroux | |
| 47b42da | There are few things more abrasive to the human spirit, even in Patagonia, than someone standing behind you chomping and sucking ice cubes. | Paul Theroux | ||
| 48875fc | A slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past. Time is made visible, and it moves as the landscape moves. | railways south-america travel-writing | Paul Theroux | |
| 7602daf | I wanted something altogether wilder, the clumsier romance of strangeness. | Paul Theroux | ||
| 5bcf90f | You two still establishing a pecking order?" "Oh, it's clear who's at the top," Jayan said. "The lesser hordes need to sort out their own hierarchy. Are you enjoying being the prize they're fighting over?" "Me?" "Yes, you. I'm afraid female magicians have quite a reputation. My young, naive subordinates are trying to work out if any of them stands a chance with you." "A chance?" She turned and began picking fruit again. "Am I to expect a ma.. | tessia the-magicians-apprentice trudi-canavan | Trudi Canavan | |
| e82893f | But right now it's a friend's love. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 7bfac69 | People and land, they're the same, his father used to say. Neglect one and the other suffers eventually. | the-magicians-apprentice trudi-canavan | Trudi Canavan | |
| cf574a9 | Lo unico que se necesita en la vida es seguridad, conocimiento y mucho descaro. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 52940c7 | It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow city streets because it is grieved by what it finds there. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 8a93c78 | Nunca le gusto mirar atras. El pasado estaba repleto de malos recuerdos, y los buenos lo dejaban lleno de amargura | recuerdos | Trudi Canavan | |
| 0dab8ea | That is, adoration was patient and waiting while love or, if you liked, plain sexual passion banged everything about. It either shouted or thought it knew too much, and it had always left him cold and had not involved his heart. Therefore, if he wanted to get involved now it would be on his own terms and at his own pace. | Bessie Head | ||
| 4ed63ff | Life is such a gentle, treasured thing. I learn about it every minute. I think about it so deeply. | Bessie Head | ||
| b281b80 | I could spend the whole afternoon telling you about him, but it's not gonna do much good, is it? You never smelled his hair after he just got out of the bath, or carried him from the car after he'd fallen asleep on the way home, or heard the way he laughed when someone tickled him. So you'll just have to take my word for it: He was a great kid and he made you glad to be alive. | bittersweet-memories joy-of-having-a-child | Tom Perrotta | |
| 32c2323 | And of course they used her like a disposable object, without regret or apology, because that's what privilege is--the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you're a good person. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| b325b19 | When your words are futile, you're better off keeping them to yourself, | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 2341596 | Sarah smelled chocolate on Lucy's breath as she leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the tip of her cute little nose. A vision came to her as her lips touched Lucy's skin, a sudden vivid awareness of the life they'd lead together from here on out, the hothouse intimacy of a single mother and her only child, the two of them sharing everything, breathing the same air, inflicting their moods on each other, best friends and bitter rivals, com.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 91f9894 | Nora had been training herself not to think too much about her kids. Not because she wanted to forget them - not at all - but because she wanted to remember them more accurately. For the same reason, she tried not to look too often at old photographs or videos...After a while, these scraps hardened into a kind of official narrative that crowded out thousands of equally valid memories, shunting the losers to some cluttered basement storage a.. | memory | Tom Perrotta | |
| c5a6e6f | Next time she'd have to ask him to keep the light on while he did it, so she could watch his face. That was the best part of the whole thing as far as she was concerned, the way a guy's face contorted so violently and then relaxed, as if some terrible mystery had just been solved. | mystery | Tom Perrotta | |
| 237fdf3 | He spun on his heels and jogged backward across the goal line, the ball raised triumphantly overhead, a gesture that looked arrogant when the pros did it on TV but felt right just then, allowing him to watch his teammates as they came charging joyfully down the field to join him. Todd spiked the ball and waited for them, his arms stretched wide, his chest heaving as if he were trying to suck the whole night into his lungs. All he wished was.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| e4fd481 | Can't you just see all those enlightened monkey men sitting around a roaring woodfire around their Buddha saying nothing and knowing everything? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 57cb478 | a choleric, red-faced, pudgy hater of everything, who could turn on the warmest and most charming smile in the world when real life confronted him sweetly in the night. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ea9e9b9 | Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2e22066 | Lissen Percepied do you believe in freedom?-then say what you want, it's poetry, poetry, all of it is poetry, great prose is poetry, great verse is poetry. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4a45573 | I wasn't scare, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. | stranger | Jack Kerouac | |
| 5088ae1 | I had nothing to offer anybody except for my own confusion | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c84f051 | Dammit that yodel of triumph of yours was the most beautiful thing I ever heard in my life. I wish I'd a had a tape recorder to take it down.' 'Those things aren't made to be heard by the people below,' says Japhy dead serious. 'By God you're right, all those sedentary bums sitting around on pillows hearing the cry of the triumphant mountain smasher, they don't deserve it. But when I looked up and saw you running down that mountain I sudde.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5f2bd65 | I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 85c36b5 | Does kittykat know there's a pigeon on the clothes closet? | trembling-and-chaste beat-generation | Jack Kerouac |