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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d7c1a91 | If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn't give way to whatever came after. If. If. Fat chance. Summer on Dean Street had lasted one day and that day was over, it was dark out, had been for hours. The Williamsburg Savings Bank tower clock read nine-thirty in red-and-blue neon. Final score, a million to nothing. The million-dollar kid. Your school wasn't.. | autumn summer school | Jonathan Lethem | |
| 8287e20 | I've learned not to trust what I see on television. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| dbff182 | The invisible are always so resolutely invisible, until you see them. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| cb6a272 | He couldn't be more than twenty-five, but he obviously lived enough to have things to regret. He looked like he'd taken a long fall a short time ago. Pieces of the man he'd been were jumbled up with the new guy, the lost soul. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| 4325c90 | I'm learning to hate the sound of my own voice. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| 30b1068 | The restaurant, Bongiorno's, was bad and didn't know it. Everything was presented with a passive-aggressive flourish, as though we probably weren't savvy enough to appreciate the oregano-heavy garlic bread, the individual bowls for olive pits, the starched napkins stuffed into our wineglasses, or the waiter's strained enunciation of a long list of specials. | restaurants | Jonathan Lethem | |
| f23c257 | How strange it began to seem that cars have bodies that never are supposed to touch, a disaster if they do. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| 90afc7f | This was the time when all we could talk about was sentences, sentences--nothing else stirred us. Whatever happened in those days, whatever befell our regard, Clea and I couldn't rest until it had been converted into what we told ourselves were astonishingly unprecedented and charming sentences: | writing | Jonathan Lethem | |
| 03ddbe3 | He was permanently impressed by the most irrelevant banalities and impossible to impress with real novelty, meaning, or conflict. And he was too moronic to be properly self-loathing--so it was my duty to loathe him instead. | small-talk banality | Jonathan Lethem | |
| ab574af | failing to look inscrutable to any but the habitually dismissive ... | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 8e926c7 | The college library was a high beautiful space, designed and built and paid for by people who believed that those who sat at the long tables before open books--even those who were hung-over, sleepy, resentful, and uncomprehending--should have space above them, panels of dark gleaming wood around them, high windows bordered with Latin admonitions, through which to look at the sky. For a few years before they went into schoolteaching or busin.. | Alice Munro | ||
| 81f6f37 | It is all about a girl who is more interested in politics than in love... the Russian censors will not let it be published and the world outside will not want it because it is so Russian. | Alice Munro | ||
| 5870384 | she started off with an inspiration, a brave and dazzling idea; from that moment on, her pleasure ran downhill. In the first place she could never find a pattern to suit her. It was no wonder; there were no patterns made to match the ideas that blossomed in her head. | Alice Munro | ||
| 930346b | I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide--sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself. I lived in a state of siege, always losing just what I wanted to hold on to[...] It was being a watcher that did.. | Alice Munro | ||
| 7332e07 | They would be displeased to have anybody call them docile, yet in a way they are. They submit themselves to manly behaviour. They submit themselves to manly behaviour with all its risks and cruelties, its complicated burdens and deliberate frauds. Its rules, which in some cases you benefited from, as a woman, and then some that you didn't. | Alice Munro | ||
| ea81aa9 | It was comparable to getting sick from bad ventilation | life-and-living | Alice Munro | |
| d5d6059 | Se suponia que saltar del tren era una cancelacion. Levantar el cuerpo, preparar las rodillas para entrar en un bloque de aire distinto. Se va en busca de vacio, y en cambio ?que encuentra? La inmediatez de una avalancha de paisajes nuevos que exigen una atencion que no pedian cuando ibas en el tren mirando por la ventanilla, sin mas. ?Que haces aqui? ?Adonde vas? Una sensacion de que te observan cosas de las que no sabias nada. De ser un i.. | Alice Munro | ||
| 6aa7d8a | I slipped the envelope into it, there in the wide lower corridor of the Arts Building with people passing me on the way to classes, on the way to have a smoke and maybe a game of bridge in the Common Room. On their way to deeds they didn't know they had in them. | Alice Munro | ||
| ecfc72a | For a long while the past drops away from you easily and it would seem automatically, properly. Its scenes don't vanish so much as become irrelevant. And then there's a switchback, what's been all over and done with sprouting up fresh, wanting attention, even wanting you to do something about it, though it's plain there is not on this earth a thing to be done. | Alice Munro | ||
| b6b59f8 | He says the pills he's got her on will keep her from sinking too low. How low is too low, Roy thinks, and when can you tell? | Alice Munro | ||
| c372814 | These are not sentimental keepsakes. She never looks at them, and often forgets what she has there. They are not booty, they don't have ritualistic significance. She does not take something every time she goes to Gordon's house, or every time she stays over, or to mark what she might call memorable visits. She doesn't do it in a daze and she doesn't seem to be under a compulsion. She just takes something, every now and then, and puts it awa.. | Alice Munro | ||
| 655a7f6 | I have been incredibly lucky," he said. "Lucky in my life. Oh, I know some people would not say so. They'd say I hadn't stuck with anything, or that I hadn't made any money. They'd say I wasted that time when I was down-and-out. But that's not true. "I heard the call," he said, raising his eyebrows, half smiling at himself. "Seriously. I did. I heard the call to get out of the box. Out of the got-to-do-something-big box. Out of the ego box... | Alice Munro | ||
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| 6880ba3 | We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do -- we do it all the time. | short-stories | Alice Munro | |
| b323646 | When you died, of course, these wrong opinions were all there was left | Alice Munro | ||
| aa5e66d | And the boat and the dock and the gravel on the shore, the trees sky-pointed or crouching, leaning out over the water, the complicated profile of surrounding islands and dim yet distinct mountains, seemed to exist in a natural confusion, more extravagant and yet more ordinary than anything I could dream or invent. Like a place that will go on existing whether you are there or not, and that in fact is still there. | Alice Munro | ||
| 3d892a5 | Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the north and east of Huron County. We passed a country store standing empty at a crossroads. It had old-fashioned store windows, with long narrow panes. Out in front there was a stand for gas pumps which weren't there anymore. Close beside it was a mound of sumac trees and strangling vines, into which all kinds of junk had been thrown. The sumacs .. | memories jog-your-memory childhood nostalgia | Alice Munro | |
| 6b9141d | He liked her not knowing. I could tell. He liked her not knowing. Her ignorance woke a pleasure that melted on his tongue, like a lick of toffee. | Alice Munro | ||
| b92519d | Roly Grain, his name was, and he does not have any further part in what I'm writing now, in spite of his troll's name, because this is not a story, only life. | Alice Munro | ||
| 969685e | ngr ykh jyy twy ryh hy khrl swzn mrgbry bwd, w gr b HtyT nfs my khshyd, shyd an r Hs nmy khrd. wly hr z gh byd nfs `myq my khshyd, w swzn hnwz hmn j bwd. | Alice Munro | ||
| aff8418 | She could not picture it. Herself riding on the subway or streetcar, caring for new horses, talking to new people, living among hordes of people every day who were not Clark. A life, a place, chosen for that specific reason--that it would not contain Clark. The strange and terrible thing coming clear to her about that world of the future, as she now pictured it, was that she would not exist there. She would only walk around, and open her mo.. | inertia regret | Alice Munro | |
| de10419 | Sick people grew to resent well people, and sometimes that was true of husbands and wives, or even of mothers and their children. Both | Alice Munro | ||
| 749cd64 | There ought to be one place you thought about and knew about and maybe longed for--but never did get to see. | Alice Munro | ||
| 78990c7 | The dream was in fact a lot like the Vancouver weather--a dismal sort of longing, a rainy dreamy sadness, a weight that shifted round the heart. | Alice Munro | ||
| 639df5f | My mother had not let anything go. Inside that self we knew, which might at times appear blurred a bit, or sidetracked, she kept her younger selves strenuous and hopeful; scenes from the past were liable to pop up any time, like lantern slides, against the cluttered fabric of the present. | Alice Munro | ||
| 76b0a1f | That was her way. She carried not noticing to an extreme. Not noticing, not intruding, not suggesting. | Alice Munro | ||
| 31db4fd | The thing is to be happy, he said. No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, and you're just there, going along easy in the world. | Alice Munro | ||
| 24aea7b | Same old Satanic pact, only more of it. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| abde117 | Never know when a gal might need a laser. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| d22674b | Without privacy, civilized life could not exist. | James Clavell | ||
| 6198dab | shchom se doveriavash na niakogo i go naemash zaradi uma mu, dai mu v'zmozhnost da deistva. Inache zashcho sa ti khora, deto samo izp'lniavat zapovedi i si naliagat partsalite. | James Clavell | ||
| cbc5980 | Let's piss on the bargain. | James Clavell | ||
| fc12f03 | Otnovo s'm khvanat na tiasno. Kakvoto i da pravia, niakoi vse shche umre. A ako ne naucha ezika vi, tsialo edno selo shche zagine. Ne pravia li kakvoto iskate ot men, vse niakoi nevinen umira. Ne vizhdam izkhod. - Izkhod't e lesen, Andzhin-san. Umrete. Ne ste dl'zhen da ponasiate neponosimoto. | James Clavell | ||
| 0549ffe | Tomorrow does not exist. There is only . | tomorrow | James Clavell |