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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6facdc7 | Women can be divided, more or less, into cows and shrews, and the shrews are to be avoided. [p. 74] | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| ecb663d | Paul said, 'You always had some contempt for me.' 'Yes.' 'And love too.' 'Yes.' A flicker over her stare was the facial equivalent of a shrug. 'Now you have a wife to give you both. | Shirley Hazzard | ||
| a779434 | Nikki looks at me, confused. "What's wrong?" "Nothin'." | young-adult-romance young-adult-fiction | Simone Elkeles | |
| fd9f886 | Luis Fuentes reminded me that I'm still vulnerable. If I'm emotionally unavailable, then I don't have to worry about ever getting hurt. [...] Nikki Cruz will no longer be vulnerable. | nikki-cruz unavailable vulnerable | Simone Elkeles | |
| aab5c7e | You're an asshole." "And you're a bitch," he says. "A bitch with a kick-ass smile and eyes that can seriously screw with a guy's head." | brittany-ellis bitch smile compliment eyes | Simone Elkeles | |
| c28f634 | Es dificil mantener todo igual cuando las mismas cosas lucen y se sienten diferentes. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| e6b0d52 | Te dire a lo que es real. Real es que yo estaba en la carcel durante el ultimo ano, quedandome en conjunto con los distribuidores de drogas y consumiendo una porqueria de basura como alimento, que ni siquiera tu perro tocaria. Real es no poder usar la maldita ropa interior propia y ducharte con veinticinco pollas de otros tipos todos los dias mientras los guardias vigilan el reloj. Real es que mi vecina de al lado que camina como si estuvie.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 6ff3656 | It's not stupid. I guess havin' hope is better that givin' up and thinking life will such forever. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 324d92e | But there are other roads to choose, they're just harder to trudge through. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| fcc99bc | For the record, I thought you were untouchable. But now that I know you think I'm a hot, sexy, Mexican god . . | Simone Elkeles | ||
| b4d6580 | Brandon turns to my dad with big, innocent eyes. "Daddy, do you know how to do the horizontal tango?" | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 69fc964 | You get people who think you have a mental disorder, people calling you frigid, but I don't care. If they're that desperate, clearly THEY have a problem. | love frigid asexuality desperate mental-disorder | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 71eb4ef | Who hopes for an hour hopes for eternity. The world in an hour. What follows is unseen. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 9048d0a | She'd never shaken off the feeling of being damaged by her ignorance of Love, of what it might be like to be wholly possessed by the archetypal, capitalized djinn, the yearning towards, the blurring of the boundaries of the self, the unbuttoning, until you were open from your adam's-apple to your crotch: just words, because she didn't know the thing. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| a17e6c4 | Rashid did not give in. "Look how his hands move on the contols," he told her. "In those worlds left-handedness does not impede him. Amazingly, he is almost ambidextrous." Soraya snorted with annoyance. "Have you seen his handwriting?" she said. "Will his hedgehogs and plumbers help with that? Will his 'pisps' and 'wees' get him through school? Such names! They sound like going to the bathroom or what." Rashid began to smile placatingly. "T.. | skills video-games | Salman Rushdie | |
| 4d3003c | Atata timp cat esti anesteziat si nu iti simti tragedia propriei vieti, poti supravietui. Cand iti revine limpezimea, cand iti este meticulos redata, te poate innebuni. memoria retrezita la viata te poate sminti, amintirea umilintei, a celor ce ti s-au intamplat fara stirea ta, a atator intruziuni, amintirea barbatilor. Nu un palat, ci un bordel al amintirilor, iar dincolo de aceste amintiri, constiinta faptului ca toti cei care te-au iubit.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| f1c1168 | Even if Shaheed had been able to hear me, I could not then have told him what I later became convinced was the truth: that the purpose of that entire war had been to reunite me with an old life, to bring me back together with my old friends. Sam Manekshaw was marching on Dacca, to meet his old friend the Tiger; and the modes of connection lingered on, because on the field of leaking bone-marrow I heard about the exploits of knees, and was g.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 5886dfc | What kind of God is it who's upset by a cartoon in Danish? | religion god mohammed-cartoons freedom-of-expression orthodoxy satire | Salman Rushdie | |
| 8e13136 | These stories become what we know, what we understand, and what we are, or, perhaps we should say, what we have become, or can perhaps be. | storytelling | Salman Rushdie | |
| 1eafc44 | Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come | Salman Rushdie | ||
| fed7012 | one could accept Muhammad as a genuine mystic--just as one could accept Joan of Arc's voices as having genuinely been heard by her, or the revelations of Saint John the Divine as being that troubled soul's 'real' experiences--without needing also to accept that, had one been standing next to the Prophet of Islam on Mount Hira that day, one would also have seen the Archangel. | reality truth revelation stories | Salman Rushdie | |
| ba132fa | Later, when his desires had been satisfied, he slept in an odorous whorehouse, snoring lustily next to an insomniac tart, and dreamed. He could dream in seven languages: Italian, Spanic, Arabic, Persian, Russian, English and Portughese. He had picked up languages the way most sailors picked up diseases; languages were his gonorrhea, his syphilis, his scurvy, his ague,his plague. As soon as he fell asleep half the world started babbling in h.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 97e6036 | The future, even when it was only a question-shrouded glimmer, would not be eclipsed by the past; even when death moved towards the centre of the stage, life went on fighting for equal rights. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 3c23327 | Radvai se, che ne si maika v takiva vremena - otv'rna mu tia. - Zashchoto, ako beshe, shcheshe da se radvash, che dvamata ti skarani sinove otnovo shche se s'berat, no ednovremenno s tova shcheshe da se izp'lnish s's strakh, che i dvete ti detsa veroiatno shche sa m'rtvi. Protivorechieto na tova shchastie i tozi uzhas bi ti se storilo neponosimo. - Radvai se, che ne si m'zh - kaza v otgovor toi. - Zashchoto, shchom prestanem da spim, vizhda.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 70867b9 | Rage made you the creature of those who enraged you, it gave them to much power. Rage killed the mind... | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 591c658 | Mahound comes to me for revelation, asking me to choose between monotheist and henotheist alternatives, and I'm just some idiot actor having a bhaenchud nightmare, what the fuck do I know, yaar, what to tell you, help. Help. | religion muhammad muslim islam | Salman Rushdie | |
| a5ec984 | The ancient wisdoms are modern nonsenses. Live in your own time, use what we know, and as you grow up, perhaps the human race will finally grow up with you and put aside childish things. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| fa6760e | Symbolic value of the pickling process: all the six hundred million eggs which gave birth to the population of India could fit inside a single, standard-sized pickle-jar; six hundred million spermatozoa could be lifted on a single spoon. Every pickle-jar (you will forgive me if I become florid for a moment) contains, therefore, the most exalted of possibilities: the feasibility of the chutnification of history; the grand hope of the picklin.. | life origins | Salman Rushdie | |
| 52af801 | Tum resmi gorebilenler, cercevenin disina adim atanlardir. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| be4c97e | One foreign correspondent came up to be friendly. He asked this man what he should think about what Khomeini had said. How seriously should he take it? Was it just a rhetorical flourish or something genuinely dangerous? "Oh, don't worry too much," the journalist said. "Khomeini sentences the president of the United States to death every Friday afternoon." | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 00ee58a | H]as it really been so long since religions persecuted people, burning them as heretics, drowning them as witches, that you can't recognize religious persecution when you see it?" [ | religion witch-hunts intolerance heresy orthodoxy freedom-of-thought persecution | Salman Rushdie | |
| 2b60374 | Once the god-squaddie supreme, she was now possessed of the zeal of the apostate and came on like an atheistic stormtrooper. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| bd0c651 | And eventually in that house where everyone, even the fugitive hiding in the cellar from his faceless enemies, finds his tongue cleaving dryly to the roof of his mouth, where even the sons of the house have to go into the cornfield with the rickshaw boy to joke about whores and compare the length of their members and whisper furtively about dreams of being film directors (Hanif's dream, which horrifies his dream-invading mother, who believe.. | silence history penises mothers movies sexuality | Salman Rushdie | |
| 592cde0 | We, the living, must find what space we can alongside them; the giant dead whom we cannot tie down, though we grasp at their hair, though we rope them while they sleep | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 11c961b | How treacherous history is! Half-truths, ignorance, deceptions, false trails, errors and lies, and buried somewhere in between all of that, the truth, in which it is easy to lose faith, of which it is consequently easy to say, it's a chimera, there's no such thing, everything is relative, one man's absolute belief is another man's fairy tale; but about which we insist, we insist most emphatically, that it is too important an idea to give up.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| a3b6c35 | Our group takes what I'll call a Post-Atheist stance. Our position is that god is a creation of human beings, who only exists because of the clap-hands-if-you-believe-in-fairies principle. If enough people were sensible enough not to clap hands, then this Tinker Bell god would die. However, unfortunately, billions of human beings are still prepared to defend their belief in some sort of god-fairy, and, as a result, god exists. What's worse .. | god belief | Salman Rushdie | |
| 11f7cbb | The city of Jahilia is built entirely of sand, its structures formed of the desert whence it rises. It is a sight to wonder at: walled, four-gated, the whole of it a miracle worked by its citizens, who have learned the trick of transforming the fine white dune-sand of those forsaken parts, - the very stuff of inconstancy, - the quintessence of unsettlement, shifting, treachery, lack-of-form, - and have turned it, by alchemy, into the fabric.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 0aa53cf | O my vanity I am an arrogant man, is this weakness, is it just a dream of power? Must I betray myself for a seat on the council? Is this sensible and wise or is it hollow and self-loving? I don't even know if the Grandee is sincere. Does he know? Perhaps not even he. I am weak and he's strong, the offer gives him many ways of ruining me. But I, too, have much to gain. The souls of the city, of the world, surely they are worth three angels? .. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 83659e8 | Midnight has many children; the offspring of Independence were not all human. Violence, corruption, poverty, generals, chaos, greed and pepperpot... I had to go into exile to learn that the children of midnight were more varied that I-- even I--had dreamed. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 3eb7060 | In spite of all my efforts to create a neat, tidy, obedient, moderate, unexceptional persona, I was simply too weird for them; until that is, my first female tutor was hired. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 5e04375 | Human life was rarely shapely, only intermittently meaningful, its clumsiness the inevitable consequence of the victory of content over form, of what and when over how and why. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 5ea4be5 | It did not occur to any of them that their decision was born of a colossal sense of entitlement, this notion that they could just step away from yesterday and start tomorrow as if it wasn't a part of the same week, to move beyond memory and roots and language and race into the land of the self-made self, which is another way of saying, America. | privilege | Salman Rushdie | |
| f137f3a | and I began to wonder if we were moral beings at all or simply savages who defined their private bigotries as necessary ethics, as the only ways to be. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 8a3f134 | every story one chooses to tell is a kind of censorship, it prevents the telling of other tales (...) | Salman Rushdie |