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| 78cedca | Francis Crawford's face in this fleeting moment of privacy was filled with ungovernable feeling: of shock and of pain and of a desire beyond bearing: the desire of the hart which longs for the waterbrook, and does not know, until it sees the pool under the trees, for what it has thirsted. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 21cbc8c | From Venice to Rome, Paris to Brussels, London to Edinburgh, the Ambassadors watched, long-eared and bright-eyed. Charles of Spain, Holy Roman Emperor, fending off Islam at Prague and Lutherism in Germany and forcing recoil from the long, sticky fingers at the Vatican, cast a considering glance at heretic England. Henry, new King of France, tenderly conscious of the Emperor's power and hostility, felt his way thoughtfully toward a small cab.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| fafc540 | Tobie. Unless I'm giving off steam, behave normally. I remember what to do. One foot in front of the other, but not both at the same time unless I'm a robin. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 130b995 | Well, get the coffer out," said Tobie roundly. "You find his clean clothes and I'll cut his hair round his cap and wash his ears out. Then, when we get to the Palazzo Medici, you imitate his voice and I'll sit him on my knee and move his arms up and down. Where is the problem?" | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 9d72153 | Think for yourselves for a change. You've been pedlars: go and be merchants. You've been mercenaries: go and find something of your own to defend. You've finished teething and there's the world: crack it open if you can. | world merchants thinking-for-yourself | Dorothy Dunnett | |
| 9ac17e2 | At the edge of the still, dark pool that was the sea, at the brimming edge of freedom where no boat was to be seen, she spoke the first words of the few they were to exchange. 'I cannot swim. You know it?" In the dark she saw the flash of his smile. 'Trust me.' And he drew her with a strong hand until the green phosphorescence beaded her ankles, and deeper, and deeper, until the thick milk-warm water, almost unfelt, was up to her waist. Sh.. | historical-fiction | Dorothy Dunnett | |
| 203d0a7 | Since I doubt, at the moment, whether I can stomach any hysterical verbiage, suppose we simply say what we mean. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 4e41d5d | One knows, when all one's life one has walked in dangerous places, when the silence is that of ambush and when the silence is that of emptiness. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1f2a70b | Tant que je vive, mon cueur ne changera Pour nulle vivante, tant soit elle bonne ou sage Forte et puissante, riche de hault lignaige Mon chois est fait, aultrene se fera *** Long as I live, my heart will never vary For no one else, however fair or good Brave, resolute, or rich, of gentle blood My choice is made, and I will have no other. | lymond | Dorothy Dunnett | |
| 15b27e1 | There is a saying of my adoptive ancestors. Though he performs a miracle, or two miracles, if he refuses the third miracle, it is not as profit to him. I shall dine at the Court of France tonight, and in the course of that evening, acquire the royal consent for O'LiamRoe and myself to stay as long as we please. For, to be perfectly frank," said Lymond, gently reflective, "to be perfectly frank, I can't wait to sink my teeth into the most ma.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 0dcdf9a | There have been so many misunderstandings in the past. What you did, often, was done for good reason. I know I am simple. I know you are devious. But, oh God, if there is any good reason for what you are doing now; any excuse; any unknown factor or subtle circumstance you are afraid I can't grasp, for the mercy of God, this time, tell me. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 9d50f5e | And that was when she realized that laughter, which they had lost, had come back to them, and they were whole again. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| e9615d7 | We are here. We will work together for what purpose seems to us right. We will work with calm, and with tolerance and, please God, with saving laughter. 'We know something of men. We know of evil, and of sloth, and of self-seeking ambition. We accept it, and will use what we have of wit and good faith to overcome it. 'And if we do not overcome it, still we are the road; we are the bridge; we are the conduit. For something have we been born... | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| ab2a683 | For a moment, disconnected by the stitch in his side, he listened not to the sense but to the interplay of the two flexible voices, one masculine and light, one mellow and feminine, unreeling their story, faintly affronted amid mounting hysteria. He opened his eyes. He knew, because his memories of Francis Crawford went back further than those of anyone there, that Lymond was rather drunk, although he could still disguise it. The quick-witt.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| c6d495b | Hicks was examining the paperbacks Maura had culled from the shelves: Peter Straub, Clive Barker, Joe Hill. | Stephen King | ||
| acc0b85 | Of course, the truth is that no one likes change. People in hell not only refuse to leave it, they invite you in, too. Even people who have blasted the other lives that touched their own blasted lives proudly declare in old age that they would not change a thing -- all that cursing and screaming was their life, by God, and it is not possible to imagine any other. Change introduces unpredictability, uncertainty, a universe of disorder. Right.. | wisdom sandman | Peter Straub | |
| 8bdc235 | When my childhood began coming back to me, I went off the rails for a bit. I became what you could charitably call "colorful." After a year or so of disgrace, I remembered that I was thirty-odd years old, no longer a child, that I had a calling of a kind, and I began to heal. Either childhood is a lot more painful the second time around, or it's just less bearable. None of us are as strong or as brave as the children we used to be." | Peter Straub | ||
| 8b476ab | Intuition is the art of listening, with an inner ear, to the rhythms and melodies of your own "body music." T" | Michael J. Gelb | ||
| a01620c | Guard your tongue before it digs your grave. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 012706b | Who'd want to kill the likes of you? | George R. R. Martin | ||
| 57b0624 | or maybe people just like to overpraise a famous name. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| fea7dbf | Much that may seem evil can be good. | good | George R.R. Martin | |
| 268e0ad | Corn! Corn! Corn! | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a5f9c0a | Ser Rodrik shouted "Winterfell!" and rode to meet him, with Bronn and Chiggen beside him, screaming some wordless battle cry. Ser Willis Wode followed, swinging a spiked morningstar around his head. "Harrenhal! Harrenhal!" he sang. Tyrion felt a sudden urge to leap up, brandish his axe, and boom out, "Casterly Rock!" but the insanity passed quickly and he crouched down lower." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 799b7ec | Give me your word that you'll tell the queen what she wants to hear when she comes calling." "If I did, my word would be as hollow as an empty suit of armor. My life is not so precious to me as that." -- | George R.R. Martin | ||
| bd99d69 | One day the singers will make all of us immortal. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 2258df4 | You must always confront your fears," Goon said as though she hadn't spoken. "Then skulking monsters become merely unfamiliar shadows, thrown by a tree bough. Whispering voices are just the wind. The wild flare of panic is merely a burst of emotion, not a terror spell cast by some evil witch." | Charles de Lint | ||
| 076752b | But that's what we all are - just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 94c69e1 | But this was what happened when you mined the past. You gave up control of the present. | Charles de Lint | ||
| fc0441a | You could only make art by setting it free. Anything else was just a memory, no matter how you stored it. On film or paper, sculpted or recorded. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 76c55fb | Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could live beyond your sphere of being, that held in it far more potential than you ever realized you were imbuing in the work? | completion rightness potential | Charles de Lint | |
| 93f9dda | Everybody's got to make a buck--the trick is, either find something you like to do, or do something to pay the rent that doesn't take too much out of you. Capisce? | Charles de Lint | ||
| 86147ca | Just stories. You and me, everybody, we're a set of stories, and what those stories are is what makes us what we are. | Charles de Lint | ||
| 92e81df | Myslela jsem si, ze se to stava, kdyz je clovek stary." Denzil se zakuckal. "A ty jsi pomerne stara, myslim. Sedmnact, neni-liz pravda?" "Osmnact. A citim se jako starena." | Charles de Lint | ||
| 103af7e | Consider how textbooks treat Native religions as a unitary whole. ... "These Native Americans ... believed that nature was filled with spirits. Each form of life, such as plants and animals, had a spirit. Earth and air held spirits too. People were never alone. They shared their lives with the spirits of nature." ... Stated flatly like this, the beliefs seem like make-believe, not the sophisticated theology of a higher civilization. Let us .. | religion native-american | James W. Loewen | |
| e162e6a | Very few adults today realize that our society has been slave much longer than it has been free. | James W. Loewen | ||
| d547f7d | These Americans believed that one great male god ruled the world. Sometimes they divided him into three parts, which they called father, son, and holy ghost. They ate crackers and wine or grape juice, believing that they were eating the son's body and drinking his blood. If they believed strongly enough, they would live on forever after they died. | religion | James W. Loewen | |
| 7a868b3 | Textbooks in American history stand in sharp contrast to other teaching materials. Why are history textbooks so bad? Nationalism is one of the culprits. Textbooks are often muddled by the conflicting desires to promote inquiry and to indoctrinate blind patriotism. "Take a look in your history book, and you'll see why we should be proud" goes an anthem often sung by high school glee clubs. But we need not even look inside." | James W. Loewen | ||
| f471c6e | By idolizing those whom we honor, we do a disservice both to them and to ourselves. . . . We fail to recognize that we could go and do likewise. --CHARLES V. WILLIE3 | James W. Loewen | ||
| 229aeeb | Indian history is the antidote to the pious ethnocentrism of American exceptionalism, the notion that European Americans are God's chosen people. Indian history reveals that the United States and its predecessor British colonies have wrought great harm in the world. We must not forget this--not to wallow in our wrongdoing, but to understand and to learn, that we might not wreak harm again. | James W. Loewen | ||
| 1655d37 | No matter how thoroughly Native Americans acculturated, they could not succeed in white society. Whites would not let them. "Indians were always regarded as aliens, and were rarely allowed to live within white society except on its periphery," according to [Gary] Nash. Native Americans who amassed property, owned European-style homes, perhaps operated sawmills, merely became the first targets of white thugs who coveted their land and improv.. | peaceablyscalp indians | James W. Loewen | |
| 5fcbf87 | Europeans were always trying to stop the outflow. Hernando de Soto had to post guards to keep his men and women from defecting to Native societies. The Pilgrims so feared Indianization that they made it a crime for men to wear long hair. "People who did run away to the Indians might expect very extreme punishments, even up to the death penalty," Karen Kupperman tells us, if caught by whites.49 Nonetheless, right up to the end of independent.. | James W. Loewen | ||
| d6728d3 | what a community erects on its historical landscape not only sums up its view of the past but also influences its possible futures. | James W. Loewen | ||
| bb1a1a1 | For within himself, be he clairvoyant and articulate, he will find latent the divisions of the mind of European man, and their opposing impulses. | morning-star tarka tarka-the-otter miguel-serrano venus lucifer hitler | Henry Williamson |