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| d95274e | This enemy you cannot kill," I murmured. He nodded and finished the quote for me. "You can only drive it back damaged into the depths and teach your children to watch the waves for its return." | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| fcb3441 | The priest I didn't talk to at all, because I didn't want to have to hide his body afterward. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| efcc6fc | She blinked and kissed me abruptly, somewhere between mouth and cheek. It was an inaccuracy I didn't try to correct either way. I turned away before I could see if there were going to be any tears and started for the doors at the far end of the hall. I looked back once, as I was mounting the steps. Ortega was still standing there, arms wrapped around herself, watching me leave. In the stormlight, it was too far away to see her face clearly... | parting | Richard K. Morgan | |
| 86ed1e9 | Running away just makes your arse a bigger target. | target | Richard K. Morgan | |
| 1b01d6f | Everyone's afraid of what they don't understand," Ringil said quietly." | understanding | Richard K. Morgan | |
| 90f188e | What we thought of as personality was no more than the passing shape of one of the waves in front of me. Or, slowing it down to more human speed, the shape of a sand dune. Form in response to stimulus. Wind, gravity, upbringing. Gene blueprinting. All subject to erosion and change. The only way to beat that was to go on stack forever. Just as a primitive sextant functions on the illusion that the sun and stars rotate around the planet we ar.. | Richard K. Morgan | ||
| babe927 | You never remember who came to the funeral, but you never forget who didn't. | Christopher Buckley | ||
| 5a3729c | There seemed to be that same fierce quest after truth, the same unafraid penetration, the same feeling that character is beauty, no matter how sordid it may appear. | Irving Stone | ||
| df85817 | It was like penetrating deep into white marble with the pounding live thrust of his chisel beating upward through the warm living marble with one "Go!", his whole body behind the heavy hammer, penetrating through ever deeper and deeper furrows of soft yielding living substance until he had reached the explosive climax, and all of his fluid strength, love, passion, desire had been poured into the nascent form, and the marble block, made to.. | Irving Stone | ||
| 6c1ef45 | What the world thought made little difference. Rembrandt had to paint. Whether he painted well or badly didn't matter; painting was the stuff that held him together as a man. The chief value of art, Vincent, lies in the expression it gives to the artist. Rembrandt fulfilled what he knew to be his life purpose; that justified him. Even if his work had been worthless, he would have been a thousand times more successful than if he had put down.. | purpose-of-life mendes-da-costa rembrendt vincent-van-gogh | Irving Stone | |
| 21562b0 | An artist does not have to think about what he is doing. | Irving Stone | ||
| 3a823a8 | He believed that every individual was responsible for his conduct on earth, that there was a judge within. Could even a blazingly Christ inflict greater retribution? Could Dante's Charon in his rowboat on the river Acheron whip the miscreants into a deeper, more everlasting hell than man's unvarnished verdict of himself? | karma behavior ethics punishment | Irving Stone | |
| 635b106 | Diligence does not work if there is a lack of innate talent. | Irving Stone | ||
| b542163 | Weeks passed, Vincent did nothing - just ate, slept or sat staring at one point. [...] He wandered around the neighborhood in order to stretch his legs or just for pleasure. He walked because he was annoyed to lie, to sit or to stand. When he got tired of walking, he was sitting, lying or standing. | Irving Stone | ||
| 553565b | The sculptor is master of time; he can change his subjects forward or back. | Irving Stone | ||
| 0d16be9 | An empty stomach is better than full and grief is better than happiness. | Irving Stone | ||
| c7c0ab0 | The artist has the liberty to exaggerate, to create in his novel a world more beautiful, more simple, more consoling than ours. | Irving Stone | ||
| fc23cae | I live here as a fish in a vessel of water, only enough to keep me alive, ut in heaven I shall swim in the ocean. Here I have little air in me to keep me breathing, but there I shall have sweet and fresh gales; Here I have a beam of sun to lighten my darkness, a warm ray to keep me from freezing; yonder I shall live in light and warmth for ever. | Arthur Bennett | ||
| 0d276de | Thou didst love me before I loved thee, an enemy, a sinner, a loathsome worm. | Arthur Bennett | ||
| 76db00a | There is good a cup of tea is when you are feeling low. Thin, and plenty of milk, and brown sugar in the crystal, in a big cup so that when your mouth is used to the heat you can drink instead of sipping. Every part of you inside you that seems to have gone to sleep comes lively again. A good friend of mine is a cup of tea, indeed. When | Richard Llewellyn | ||
| 12baac0 | Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone. The glittering multitudes were singing most mightily, and my heart was in blood to hear a Voice that I knew. The Men of the Valley were marching again. My Fathers were singing up there. Loud, triumphant, the anthem rose, and I knew, in some deep place within, that in the roy.. | fathers spirit music song glory eternal-father voices singing | Richard Llewellyn | |
| 841a4f8 | There is a wholeness about a woman, of shape, and sound, and colour, and taste, and smell, a quietness that is her, that you will want to hold tightly to you, all, every little bit, without words, in peace, for jealousy for the things that escape the clumsiness of your arms. So you feel when you love. ...For her womaness is a blessing about her, and you are tender to put your hands upon her and kiss, not with lust, but with the joy of one r.. | women womaness | Richard Llewellyn | |
| a6048ce | What is ordinary to you may be a desert of woeful newness to another. | welcome hospitality | Richard Llewellyn | |
| dae6b13 | It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong. | dark darkness noises sneaking | Richard Llewellyn | |
| d6fea7f | A perception of empire is found in an early Christian acrostic. An acrostic is a word made up of the first letters of each word in a phrase or sentence. In this case, the phrase is an early Christian saying in Latin: radix omnium malorum avaritia. Radix means "root," omnium means "all," malorum means "evil," and avaritia means "avarice" (or "greed"). Putting it together, it says, "Avarice (or greed) is the root of all evil." And the first l.. | Marcus J. Borg | ||
| 59758f8 | Jesus died for our sins" has been understood. Among some Christians, it is seen as an essential doctrinal element in the Christian belief system. Seen this way, it becomes a doctrinal requirement: we are made right with God by believing that Jesus is the sacrifice. The system of requirements remains, and believing in Jesus is the new requirement. Seeing it as a metaphorical proclamation of the radical grace of God leads to a very different .. | Marcus J. Borg | ||
| c490bf3 | It is a way of being Christian in which beliefs are secondary, not primary. Christianity is a "way" to be followed more than it is about a set of beliefs to be believed. Practice is more important than "correct" beliefs. Beliefs are not irrelevant; they do matter. But they are not the object of faith. God is the "object" of commitment--and for Christians, God as known in Jesus." | Marcus J. Borg | ||
| adf9ba3 | Every single American knows about the Third Reich, a more recent and more efficient barbarism than the French Revolution. But Hitler got his playbook from Robespierre, as did all the great liberal "reformers" of the twentieth century, from Lenin to Hugo Chavez. It was the Rousseauian idea of a few select individuals exercising the "general will" that gave the world the gulag, the concentration camp, the killing fields, the reeducation camps.. | Ann Coulter | ||
| d162751 | But liberals love to drape themselves in decades-old glories they had nothing to do with. | politics | Ann Coulter | |
| a296d28 | Yes. Yes, thank you," Headmistress McGonagal cal ed over the applause. "That wil be enough. We are al quite, er, happy that we have young Mr. Potter here with us this year. Now, if you'l please resume your seats..." James began his ascent of the dais while the applause died down. As he turned and sat down on the chair, he heard the Headmistress mutter, "So we can finish this and have dinner before the next equinox." | G. Norman Lippert | ||
| cdc2880 | He made sure to miss Josephina's lips by a wide mark. A moment later, the lights extinguished and Tabitha cal ed for a ten-minute break while the stage crew refil ed the rain machine. That night, James had the dream one more time, although this time he felt that it was a true dream and not a direct vision into someone else's reality. It began as always with the flash and whicker of blades and the rattle of old wood. The figure in the dream .. | G. Norman Lippert | ||
| 05bc8df | It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. | Jack Vance | ||
| 75f2b73 | The banquet proceeded. The first course, a mince of olives, shrimp and onions baked in oyster shells with cheese and parsley was followed by a soup of tunny, cockles and winkles simmered in white wine with leeks and dill. Then, in order, came a service of broiled quail stuffed with morels, served on slices of good white bread, with side dishes of green peas; artichokes cooked in wine and butter, with a salad of garden greens; then tripes an.. | Jack Vance | ||
| 3ed4690 | What great minds lie in the dust," said Guyal in a low voice. "What gorgeous souls have vanished into the buried ages; what marvellous creatures are lost past the remotest memory ... Nevermore will there be the like; now in the last fleeting moments, humanity festers rich as rotten fruit. Rather than master and overpower our world, our highest aim is to cheat it through sorcery." | Jack Vance | ||
| 8dd0e95 | Excellent; all is well. The 'everlasting tedium' exactly countervenes the 'immediate onset of death' and I am left only with the 'canker' which, in the person of Firx, already afflicts me. One must use his wits in dealing with maledictions. | Jack Vance | ||
| 741da9b | Roosevelt remarked on the anomaly whereby man, as he progressed from savagery to civilization, used up more and more of the world's resources, yet in doing so tended to move to the city, and lost his sense of dependence on nature. | Edmund Morris | ||
| 7fe316e | Ordinary psyches often react to bad news with a momentary thrill, seeing the world, for once, in jagged clarity, as if lightning has just struck. But then darkness and dysfunction rush in. A mind such as Beethoven's remains illumined, or sees in the darkness shapes it never saw before, which inspire rather than terrify. This altered shape (raptus, he would say) makes art of the shapes, while holding in counterpoise such dualities as intelle.. | Edmund Morris | ||
| 2a13534 | The death-knell of the republic had rung as soon as the active power became lodged in the hands of those who sought, not to do justice to all citizens, rich and poor alike, but to stand for one special class and for its interests as opposed to the interests of others. | Edmund Morris | ||
| 551b36d | Let's ask him," Lincoln Steffens suggested. The two men dashed across to headquarters and burst into Roosevelt's office. Riis put the question directly. Was he working to be President? The effect, wrote Steffens, "was frightening." TR leaped to his feet, ran around his desk, and fists clenched, teeth bared, he seemed about to throttle Riis, who cowered away, amazed. "Don't you dare ask me that," TR yelled at Riis. "Don't you put such ideas .. | Edmund Morris | ||
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| da3807c | What struck me on the beach and it struck me indeed, so that I staggered as at a blow--was that if the Eternal Principle had rested in that curved thorn I had carried about my neck across so many leagues, and if it now rested in the new thorn (perhaps the same thorn) I had only now put there, then it might rest in anything, and in fact probably did rest in everything, in every thorn on every bush, in every drop of water in the sea. The thor.. | Gene Wolfe | ||
| c108817 | I am deserving of no gifts." "That is so. But you must recall, Severian, that when a gift is deserved, it is not a gift but payment." | deserving gene-wolfe generosity gifts | Gene Wolfe | |
| 25bb5b3 | There is one final point, the point that separates a true multivolume work from a short story, a novel, or a series. The ending of the final volume should leave the reader with the feeling that he has gone through the defining circumstances of Main Character's life. The leading character in a series can wander off into another book and a new adventure better even than this one. Main Character cannot, at the end of your multivolume work. (Or.. | writing protagonist | Gene Wolfe | |
| 9d1492e | Just as summer-killed meat draws flies, so the court draws spurious sages, philosophists, and acosmists who remain there as long as their purses and their wits will maintain them, in the hope (at first) of an appointment from the Autarch and (later) of obtaining a tutorial position in some exalted family. At sixteen or so, Thecla was attracted, as I think young women often are, to their lectures on theogony, thodicy, and the like, and I rec.. | Gene Wolfe |