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| 13a4173 | Something about the occasion makes me think I'm at my own wake. Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't begin to mean anything until the subject is dead. This is the whole point. We're doing this to create a kind of sentimental past for people in the decades to come. It's their past, their history we're inventing here. And it's not how I look now that matters. It's how I'll look in twenty-five years as clothing and face.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| d769291 | It is only me, the body in the shower, one person enclosed in plastic watching a drop of water skate down the wet curtain. The moment is there to be forgotten. This seems the ultimate point. It is a moment never to be thought of except when it is in the process of unfolding. | zero-k | Don DeLillo | |
| 1c905a1 | The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke. | Don DeLillo | ||
| db1536e | He looked past Chin toward streams of numbers running in opposite directions. He understood how much it meant to him, the roll and flip of data on a screen. He studied the figural diagrams that brought organic patterns into play, birdwing and chambered shell. It was shallow thinking to maintain that numbers and charts were the cold compression of unruly human energies, every sort of yearning and midnight sweat reduced to lucid units in the .. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 98a8a89 | Technology is lust removed from nature. | Don DeLillo | ||
| d9a5f4b | It's the things we forget about that tell us who we are. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 15a710b | Stun me. I mean it. Draw the gun and shoot. I want you to do it, Kendra. Show me what it feels like. I'm looking for more. Show me something I don't know. Stun me to my DNA. Come on, do it. Click the switch. Aim and fire. I want the volts the weapon holds. Do it. Shoot it. Now. | taser | Don DeLillo | |
| e753473 | Finding a homeland is not the same as dwelling in the place where our ancestors once used to live." --KRZYSZTOF CZYZEWSKI" | Tony Judt | ||
| 06208b3 | When Communism fell in 1989, the temptation for Western commentators to gloat triumphantly proved irresistible. This, it was declared, marked the end of History. Henceforth, the world belonged to liberal capitalism - there was no alternative - and we would all march forward in unison towards a future shaped by peace, democracy and free markets. Twenty years on this assertion looks threadbare. There can be no question that the fall of the B.. | Tony Judt | ||
| 6dad585 | ask . . . what it is about all-embracing 'systems' of thought that leads inexorably to all-embracing 'systems' of rule. | systems | Tony Judt | |
| a43717b | the military system of a nation is not an independent section of the social system but an aspect of its totality. | society nation | Tony Judt | |
| 0155753 | Love, it seems to me, is the condition in which one is most contentedly oneself. | Tony Judt | ||
| 2552fdc | Today, neither Left nor Right can find their footing. | Tony Judt | ||
| 3006ce6 | The degree of rigidity is a matter of profound interest in the study of literary fictions. As an extreme case you will find some novel, probably contemporary with yourself, in which the departure from a basic paradigm, the peripeteia in the sense I am now giving it, seems to begin with the first sentence. The schematic expectations of the reader are discouraged immediately. Since by definition one seeks the maximum peripeteia (in this exten.. | Frank Kermode | ||
| 529a2f1 | I have used the theologians and their treatment of apocalypse as a model of what we might expect to find not only in more literary treatments of the same radical fiction, but in the literary treatment of radical fictions in general. The assumptions I have made in doing so I shall try to examine next time. Meanwhile it may be useful to have some kind of summary account of what I've been saying. The main object: is the critical business of ma.. | Frank Kermode | ||
| 822ef0f | What, then, can Shakespearean tragedy, on this brief view, tell us about human time in an eternal world? It offers imagery of crisis, of futures equivocally offered, by prediction and by action, as actualities; as a confrontation of human time with other orders, and the disastrous attempt to impose limited designs upon the time of the world. What emerges from Hamlet is--after much futile, illusory action--the need of patience and readiness... | Frank Kermode | ||
| e36bf99 | The Jewish day begins in the calm of evening, when it won't shock the system with its arrival. | judaism day evening night | Nathan Englander | |
| 4669293 | David Abrams's Fobbit, Giorgio Agamben's The Open, Omnia Amin and Rick London's translations of Ahmed Abdel Muti Hijazi's poetry, Peter Van Buren's We Meant Well, Donovan Campbell's Joker One, C. J. Chivers's The Gun, Seth Connor's Boredom by Day, Death by Night, Daniel Danelo's Blood Stripes, Kimberly Dozier's Breathing the Fire, Nathan Englander's What We Talk About When We Talk About Anne Frank, Siobhan Fallon's You Know When the Men Are.. | Phil Klay | ||
| 15471a5 | Begin at the beginning of Genesis, and read to the end of the Revelations, and see if you can find, that there were ever any that trusted in the Lord, and were confounded. | John Bunyan | ||
| 2321c8c | As I walk'd through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Denn; And I laid me down in that place to sleep: And as I slept I dreamed a Dream. | John Bunyan | ||
| fc580fa | Prayer is a sincere, sensible, affectionate pouring out of the heart or soul to God, through Christ, in the strength and assistance of the Holy Spirit, for such things as God hath promised, or according to the Word, for the good of the church, with submission, in faith, to the will of God. | John Bunyan | ||
| 0c837f3 | affliction is better than sin, and if God sends the one to cleanse us from the other, let us thank him, and be also content to pay the messenger. | John Bunyan | ||
| 2c7e0cc | is profitable for Christians to be often calling to mind the very beginnings of grace with their souls. | John Bunyan | ||
| df05919 | Can we go out sometime? Or, I mean, I mean... Can we maybe just hang out? Can we get to know each other? You're new in town, right? I've lived here forever-- I mean-- I mean... there are... reasons... for you to hang out with me? | Bryan Lee O'Malley | ||
| fcff746 | Much to my surprise, church has become a spiritual, even a theological struggle for me. I have found it increasingly difficult to sing hymns that celebrate a hierarchical heavenly realm, to recite creeds that feel disconnected from life, to pray liturgies that emphasize salvation through blood, to listen to sermons that preach an exclusive way to God, to participate in sacraments that exclude others, and to find myself confined to a hard pe.. | Diana Butler Bass | ||
| c17a73e | What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of snow when all night long the only sounds you heard were dogs that parked at trains that passed so far away they took a short cut through your dreams and no one even woke. It was the war that changed that. It was. After the Great War for Civilization - sleep was different everywhere... | Timothy Findley | ||
| cd09def | with every new manoeuvre, the light was growing dimmer--fading by numbers as well as strength--and the sound could no longer be heard, but only the pulse of it--seen going out in the darkness--losing its edges--caving in at its centre--webbing, now, as if a spider was spinning against the rain--until the last few strands of brightness fell--and were extinguished--silenced and removed from life and from all that lives forever. And the bell t.. | Timothy Findley | ||
| 27758ee | Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall. | Timothy Findley | ||
| ea8abf4 | Young men pray for different things, of course, but some young men pray to honor the goodness of the men who raised them, | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 9f9a3d3 | The fruits of labor are delicious, but individually they're not particularly fattening. So don't share yours, and munch on those of others whenever you can. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 8deb7c8 | like Pakistan, America is, after all, a former English colony... | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| b541e4d | But even now the city's freewheeling virtual world stood in stark contrast to the day-to-day lives of most people, to those of young men, and especially of young women, and above all of children who went to sleep unfed but could see on some small screen people in foreign lands preparing and consuming and even conducting food fights with feasts of such opulence that the very fact of their existence boggled the mind. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 9d713aa | He was a man who discovered love through his penis. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 2ccae41 | You feel a love you know you will never be able to adequately explain or express to him, a love that flows one way, down the generations, not in reverse, and is understood and reciprocated only when time has made of a younger generation an older one. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 6862957 | From the perspective of the world's national security apparatuses you exist in several locations. You appear on property and income-tax registries, on passport and ID card databases. You show up on passenger manifests and telephone logs . . . You are fingertip swirls, facial ratios, dental records, voice patterns, spending trails, e-mail threads. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 200a2f3 | I tried not to dwell on the comparison; it was one thing to accept that New York was more wealthy than Lahore, but quite another to swallow the fact that Manila was as well. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 79bd1b2 | A revolver is) just a tool, really, like stapler. A stapler that punch through a person. Pin them. Drive blunt metal through flesh and bone. | pin punch revolver stapler tool flesh | Mohsin Hamid | |
| 9b4d30d | chovek nevinagi mozhe da v'zstanovi lichnite si granitsi, sled kato e dopusnal da b'dat razmiti i prekracheni ot drugo choveshko s'shchestvo v protsesa na romantichna vr'zka: kolkoto i da se opitvame ne mozhem da v'zv'rnem onazi avtonomnost na lichnostta, koiato sme si v'obraziavali che pritezhavame | relationships | Mohsin Hamid | |
| ea062c6 | She sees how you diminish her solitude, and, more meaningfully, she sees you seeing, which sparks in her that oddest of desires an I can have for a you, the desire that you be less lonely. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| b056bf9 | A third layer of nativeness was composed of those whom others thought directly descended, even the tiniest fraction of their genes, from the human beings who had been brought from Africa centuries ago as slaves. While this layer of nativeness was not vast in proportion of the rest, it had vast importance, for society had been shaped in reaction to it. An unspeakable violence had occurred in relation to it, and yet it endured, fertile, a str.. | slavery natives u-s-history history-repeating-itself slaves us-history immigrants immigration | Mohsin Hamid | |
| 47ea7b9 | It seemed to me then - and to be honest, sir, seems to me still - that America was engaged only in posturing. As a society, you were unwilling to reflect upon the shared pain that united you with those who attacked you. You retreated into myths of your own difference, assumptions of your own superiority. And you acted out these beliefs on the stage of the world, so that the entire planet was rocked by the repercussions of your tantrums, not.. | war pakistan war-on-terror terrorism government | Mohsin Hamid | |
| 289ed33 | So what's Pakistan like?" she asked. I told her Pakistan was many things, from seaside to desert to farmland stretched between rivers and canals; I told her that I had driven with my parents and my brother to China on the Karakoram Highway, passing along the bottoms of valleys higher than the tops of the Alps; I told her that alcohol was illegal for Muslims to buy and so I had a Christian bootlegger who delivered booze to my house in a Suzu.. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 8f2443b | Some men drink the blood of other men, all I drink is wine. | wine sin | Mohsin Hamid | |
| 4803093 | The new grass rising in the hills, the cows loitering in the morning chill, a dozen or more old browns hidden in the shadows of the cottonwoods beside the streambed. I go higher to where the road gives up and there's only a faint path strewn with lupine between the mountain oaks. I don't ask myself what I'm looking for. I didn't come for answers to a place like this, I came to walk on the earth, still cold, still silent. Still ungiving, I'v.. | words poetry | Philip Levine |