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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2344e74 | A few names were known in full, some in part, some not at all. No one cared. Except in clearly unreasonable cases, a soldier was generally called by the name he preferred, or by what he called himself, and no great effort was made to disentangle Christian names from surnames from nicknames. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 4c33189 | He believed in mission. But . . . he did not believe in it as an intellectual imperative, or even as a professional standard. Mission . . . was an abstract notion that took meaning in concrete situations. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 20e2fa6 | They would get their shit together, and keep it together, and maintain it neatly and in good working order. | tim-o-brien together | Tim O'Brien | |
| 1ef714c | And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. | the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien vietnam-war | Tim O'Brien | |
| 982cc7c | Hear that quiet, man?' he said. 'That quiet - just listen. There's your moral. | Tim O'Brien | ||
| 7a73b85 | You learn, finally, that you'll die, and so you try to hang on to your own life, that gentle, naive kid you used to be, but then after a while the sentiment takes over, and the sadness, because you know for a fact that you can't ever bring any of it back again. You just can't. | growing-up war | Tim O'Brien | |
| 9767879 | How can he be your friend if you don't like him? | Louis Sachar | ||
| 14be9c1 | He sat at his desk - last seat, last row - and looked at the chart on the wall next to him. Of course there was no gold star next to his name. He had already done three things wrong: First, he had knocked over a girl and made her cry. Second, he was late getting back to class. And third and worst of all, his name was Bradley Chalkers. As long as his name was Bradley Chalker's, he'd never get a gold star. They don't give gold stars to monste.. | children-s-books gold-star teacher | Louis Sachar | |
| 6c1251f | right before a person freezes to death, he suddenly feels nice and warm. | Louis Sachar | ||
| d371442 | I'm not saying it's going to be easy. Nothing in life is easy. But that's no reason to give up. You'll be surprised what you can accomplish if you set your mind to it. After all, you only have one life, so you should try to make the most of it. | Louis Sachar | ||
| b4a8564 | The piles were a lot bigger than his hole was deep. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 49a8db0 | Stanley wondered if this was how a condemned man felt on his way to the electric chair--appreciating all of the good things in life for the last time. | Louis Sachar | ||
| a2ed876 | Well, the first hole's the hardest," Magnet said." | Louis Sachar | ||
| cfcc1af | Death was only one more adventure untried. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 5d3807f | Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 67158c8 | January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: the woman she saw peering anxiously by the light of a match at the names in a dark doorway, the man who scribbled a message and handed it to his friend before they parted on the sidewalk, the man who ran a block for a bus a.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| c51aa32 | I won't ever set the world on fire as a painter,' Dickie said, 'but I get a great deal of pleasure out of it. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| b1ee9c8 | The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn't much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with careful art. | golden light scotch | Patricia Highsmith | |
| c241f04 | The artistic life is a long and lovely suicide precisely because it involves the negation of self; as Highsmith imagined herself as her characters, so Ripley takes on the personae of others and in doing so metamorphoses himself into a 'living' work of art. A return to the 'real life' after a period of creativity resulted in a fall in spirits, an agony Highsmith felt acutely. She voiced this pain in the novel via Bernard's quotation of an ex.. | artistic-life creativity depression metamorphosis negation-of-self pain real-life work-of-art | Andrew Wilson | |
| f778c21 | La ninas nacen mujeres -dijo Margot, la madre de Thea-. Los ninos no nacen hombres. Tienen que aprender a serlo. Pero las ninas ya tienen un caracter de mujer. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 20a429c | Kick me out, she thought. What was in or out? How did one kick out an emotion? | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 54e7056 | Finally, Carol said in a tone of hopelessness, "Darling, can I ask you to forgive me?" The tone hurt Therese more than the question. "I love you, Carol." "But do you see what it means?" | relationships | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 7d189dd | Don't you want to forget it, if it's past?" "I don't know. I don't know just how you mean that." "I mean, are you sorry?" "No. Would I do the same thing again? Yes." "Do you mean with somebody else, or with her?" "With her," Therese said." | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| dfc44c4 | He remembered deciding then that the world was full of Simon Legrees, and that you had to be an animal, as tough as the gorillas who worked with him at the warehouse, or starve. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 908f747 | Odd, Tom thought, that some girls meant sadness and death. Some girls looked like sunlight, creativity, joy, but they really meant death, and not even because the girls were enticing their victims, in fact one might blame the boys for being deceived by--nothing at all, simply imagination. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| cd2aa08 | She envied him. She envied him his faith that there would always be a place, a home, a job, someone else for him. She envied him that attitude. She almost resented his having it. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 45529ae | I tell him his business, all business, is legalized throat-cutting, like marriage is legalized fornication. | fornication marriage | Patricia Highsmith | |
| aa3793f | He could feel the belligerence growing in Freddie Miles as surely as if his huge body were generating a heat that he could feel across the room. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| f1afd0e | Patricia Highsmith] was overwhelmed by sensory stimulation - there were too many people and too much noise and she just could not handle the supermarket. She continually jumped, afraid that someone might recognise or touch her. She could not make the simplest of decisions - which type of bread did she want, or what kind of salami? I tried to do the shopping as quickly as possible, but at the check-out she started to panic. She took out her .. | asperger-s asperger-s-syndrome aspergers aspergers-syndrome autism check-out decision decisions fear glasses jump jumped money noise overwhelmed panic people quickly recognise sensory-stimulation shopping stuff supermarket touch wallet | Andrew Wilson | |
| cc0a0c7 | January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 86af453 | Once a person has become detached from his possessions, his customary duties, his moments of solitude, where is he? What is he? | duties possessions solitude | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 9b9f62a | I'm not melancholic,' she protested, but the thin ice was under her feet again, the uncertainties. or was it that she always wanted a little more than she had, no matter how much she had? | patricia-highsmith the-price-of-salt unsatisfied | Patricia Highsmith | |
| cb4f18e | Yes," Therese said. "What a strange girl you are." "Why?" "Flung out of space," Carol said." | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 3af427d | Patricia Highsmith] was an extremely unbalanced person, extremely hostile and misanthropic and totally incapable of any kind of relationship, not just intimate ones. I felt sorry for her, because it wasn't her fault. There was something in her early days or whatever that made her incapable. She drove everybody away and people who really wanted to be friends ended up putting the phone down on her. It seemed to me as if she had to ape feeling.. | autism behaviour hostile incapable misanthropy relationship social-behaviour unbalanced | Andrew Wilson | |
| fc82966 | It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything for certain, had jammed itself in her throat for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe. | carol-aird gay lesbian lgbt love therese therese-belivet | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 25b77d8 | There was something demoniacal and insuperable about typographical errors, as if they were part of the natural evil that permeated man's existence, as if they had a life of their own and were determined to manifest themselves no matter what, as surely as weeds in the best-tended gardens. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 665df0f | Patricia Highsmith] was a figure of contradictions: a lesbian who didn't particularly like women; a writer of the most insightful psychological novels who, at times, appeared bored by people; a misanthrope with a gentle, sweet nature. | contradictions gentle insight insightful lesbian like misanthrope nature novels people psychological sweet women writer writing | Andrew Wilson | |
| 65cc5de | None of her spells are planned, but come to her like snatches of poetry or a doodle on a napkin. | Sheri Holman | ||
| a075283 | I can't kill myself, I thought. I'm too insignificant. I'm nothing. I'm a thumbprint on the first-floor window of a skyscraper, a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea along with millions of tons of raw sewage, a squirrel eating a nut as a car bore down on him. | Rex Pickett | ||
| f30c465 | I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one. | Rex Pickett | ||
| cdb9aae | the dead lose every sense except hearing. | Anne Michaels | ||
| 6640469 | What is a man," said Athos, "who has no landscape? Nothing but mirrors and tides." -- | Anne Michaels | ||
| 2a9e942 | The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love. | Anne Michaels | ||
| 77b8d4c | I can only find you by looking deeper, that's how love leads us into the world. | Anne Michaels |