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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e1fb0c4 | People get bitten. But I won't.' I found myself saying, 'You will, you will. These snakes don't know you find death inconceivable. They don't know you're young and strong and you think death applies to everyone but you. They will bite you and you will die. | snakes youth | Don DeLillo | |
| 819f426 | Maybe he didn't want that life after all, starting over broke, hailing a cab in a busy intersection filled with jockeying junior executives, arms aloft, bodies smartly spinning to cover every compass point. What did he want that was not posthumous? He stared into space. He understood what was missing, the predatory impulse, the sense of large excitation that drove him through his days, the sheer and reeling need to be. | Don DeLillo | ||
| abfd9e7 | Even as he printed the words, he imagined people reading them, people moved by his loneliness and disappointment, even by his wretched spelling, the childish mesh of his composition. Let them see the struggle and humiliation, the effort he had to exert to write a simple sentence. The pages were crowded, smudged, urgent, a true picture of his state of mind, of his rage and frustration, knowing a thing but not being able to record it properly.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ef87dc4 | Rocks are, but they do not exist.' " After a pause I said, "I came across this statement when I was in college and forgot it until very recently. 'Man alone exists. Rocks are, but they do not exist. Trees are, but they do not exist. Horses are, but they do not exist.' " | Don DeLillo | ||
| 1e06041 | One must become a book before one can know what is inside it. | Don DeLillo | ||
| c85c061 | We lead more interesting lives than we think. We are characters in plots, without the compression and numinous sheen. Our lives, examined carefully in all their affinities and links, abound with suggestive meaning, with themes and involute turnings we have not allowed ourselves to see completely. | Don DeLillo | ||
| eb8a11f | All this optimism, all this booming and soaring. Things happen like bang. This and that simultaneous. I put out my hand and what do I feel? I know there's a thousand things you analyze every ten minutes. Patterns, ratios, indexes, whole maps of information. I love information. This is our sweetness and light. It's a fuckall wonder. And we have meaning in the world. People eat and sleep in the shadow of what we do. But at the same time, what.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 5681e83 | Some people don't believe in God but they color eggs at Easter just to change the pattern of their days. | Don DeLillo | ||
| b695590 | Always the pain, the chaos of composition. He could not find order in the field of little symbols. They were in the hazy distance. He could not clearly see the picture that is called a word. A word is also a picture of a word. He saw spaces, incomplete features, and tried to guess at the rest. He made wild tries at phonetic spelling. But the language tricked him with its inconsistencies. He watched sentences deteriorate, powerless to make t.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 02e0dc7 | All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots. Political plots, terrorist plots, lovers' plots, narrative plots, plots that are part of children's games. We edge nearer death every time we plot. It is like a contract that all must sign, the plotters as well as those who are the targets of the plot. | don-delillo love narrative plots plotting politics terrorism white-noise | Don DeLillo | |
| 15307c7 | There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 819878e | Was he at the movies to see a movie, she said, or maybe more narrowly, more essentially, simply to be at the movies? | Don DeLillo | ||
| e1ecec9 | And you keep on looking. You look because this is the nature of the footage, to make a channeled path through time, to give things a shape and a destiny. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 73cc79b | We travel into or away from our photographs. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 73c3bc6 | I saw a group of women standing by a station wagon. There were seven of them, pushing cartons and shopping bags over the open tailgate into the rear of the car. Celery stalks and boxes of Gleem stuck out of the bags. I took the camera from my lap, raised it to my eye, leaned out the window a bit, and trained it on the ladies as if I were shooting. One of them saw me and immediately nudged her companion but without taking her eyes off the ca.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| b5f8f54 | The Agency was the one subject in his life that could never be exhausted. Central Intelligence. Beryl saw it as the best organized church in the Christian world, a mission to collect and store everything that everyone has ever said and then reduce it to a microdot and call it God. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 95dc46e | It is the nature and pleasure of townspeople to distrust the city. All the guiding principles that might flow from a center of ideas and cultural energies are regarded as corrupt, one or another kind of pornography. This is how it is with towns. | distrust towns | Don DeLillo | |
| aa78785 | common words of spark and heart. | Don DeLillo | ||
| ac33564 | And what do you remember, finally, when everyone has gone home and the streets are empty of devotion and hope, swept by river wind? Is the memory thin and bitter and does it shame you with its fundamental untruth--all nuance and wishful silhouette? Or does the power of transcendence linger, the sense of an event that violates natural forces, something holy that throbs on the hot horizon, the vision you crave because you need a sign to stand.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 7e515da | All these people formed by language and climate and popular songs and breakfast foods and the jokes they tell and the cars they drive have never had anything in common so much as this, that they are sitting in the furrow of destruction. | Don DeLillo | ||
| dfa3e37 | He told me that I hadn't done anything yet. Hadn't lived yet. All you do is pass the time, he said. | life lived | Don DeLillo | |
| d7c67e2 | catoptric | Brian Greene | ||
| 1b5c6b5 | Since the familiar particles and the objects they compose--stars, planets, people, etc.--amount to less than 5 percent of the mass of the universe, such a disruption would not affect the vast majority of the universe, at least as measured by mass. | Brian Greene | ||
| 48ca392 | Just as we envision all of space as really being out there, as really existing, | Brian Greene | ||
| ef14005 | This must not be planet earth," Cone told his partner. "This must be hell." But it wasn't. It was just Odessa." | H.G. Bissinger | ||
| 92e353e | Let each of you discover where your chance for greatness lies. Seize that chance and let no power on earth deter you. | H.G. Bissinger | ||
| 46a5eaa | Instead of understanding that they were the beneficiaries of history, they began to believe that they were the creators of it. | H.G. Bissinger | ||
| 2661eb5 | Forget the complaints against complexity; instead, complain about confusion. | Donald A. Norman | ||
| 742a00a | With the passage of time, the psychology of people stays the same, but the tools and objects in the world change. | Donald A. Norman | ||
| 95abcd0 | Connected sex is a spiritual experience....It is spiritual because it's a release from ego, a merging with the other, a discorporation into the atoms vibrating around us, a connection to the universal energy that moves through all things without judgment or prejudice. Thus, orgasm is the one spiritual practice that unites nearly everyone on the planet, and perhaps that is why there's so much fear and baggage around it. Because...it is sac.. | sex sexuality spirituality | Neil Strauss | |
| 1a56e46 | I used to think that the term inner child was a ridiculous metaphor invented to remind responsibility-burdened adults to lighten up occasionally and just have fun. But it turns out that the inner child is very real. It is our past. And the only way to escape the past is to embrace it. So before going to bed that night, I put the photo in a frame and place it next to my bed. And I vow that from this day forward, that child will be protected... | Neil Strauss | ||
| 5d951e9 | daughter of the servants." "Gee, you must have been lonely, Judge, having nobody to play with." "I played with Sam Westing--chess. Hour after hour I sat staring down at that chessboard. He lectured me, he insulted me, and he won every game." The judge thought of their last game: She had been so excited about taking his queen, only to have the master checkmate her in the next move. Sam Westing had deliberately sacrificed his queen and she ha.. | Ellen Raskin | ||
| 495f7ba | Sir Arthur stopped at the bottom of the hill and awaited the charging rider. The horseman halted in front of Sir Arthur and mud flew in all directions. "Who are you?" demanded Sir Arthur. He stared into the masked face and turbaned head of an assassin. Rufus's heart stopped. A gasp escaped his frozen lips and his legs wobbled. Sir Arthur asked again, "Who are you?" The man dismounted and drew from his golden sash a long scimitar. He approac.. | assassin suspense swordfight | Justus A. Platt | |
| 3317f57 | Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming down. | young-adult | Garth Nix | |
| a785c2b | agora sei que o nosso mundo nao e mais permanente do que uma onda a erguer-se no oceano. E quaisquer que sejam as nossas lutas e triunfos, como quer que os possamos sofrer, muito rapidamente se dissolvem todos numa aguada, como tinta de pintar no papel | Arthur Golden | ||
| b10a38d | that droplet of moisture that had slipped from me like a tear seemed almost to tell the story of my life. It fell through empty space, with no control whatsoever over its destiny; rolled along a path of silk; and somehow came to rest there on the teeth of that dragon. I thought of the petals I'd thrown into the Kamo River shallows outside Mr. Arashino's workshop, imagining they might find their way to the Chairman. It seemed to me that, som.. | love petals tear | Arthur Golden | |
| 7392010 | I watched him walk away with sickness in my heart--though it was a pleasing kind of sickness, if such a thing exists. I mean to say that if you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened. In that brief encounter with the Chairman, I had changed from a lost girl facing a lifetime of emptiness to a girl with purpose in her life. Perhaps it seems o.. | Arthur Golden | ||
| 5ffd89e | All my hard work in overhearing it was it was about as rewarding to me as a man who lugs a chest up the hill only to learn that its full of rocks. | Arthur Golden | ||
| a2734ee | But what I could see out of the corner of my eye made me think of two lovely bundles of silk floating along a stream. In a moment they were hovering on the walkway in front of me, where they sank down and smoothed their kimono across their knees. | Arthur Golden | ||
| 70918b6 | He lived in a world that was visible, even if it didn't always please him to be there. | Arthur Golden | ||
| cf10ad2 | Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them. | Arthur Golden | ||
| 7bc8b10 | And when I raised myself to look at the man who'd spoken, I had a feeling of leaving my misery behind me there on the stone wall. | life love | Arthur Golden | |
| 76a642c | We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill , going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course | Arthur Golden | ||
| c03a790 | Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects. | adults child children condescension eyes incapable kid kids subjects teens told treated understand understanding young-adults | V.C. Andrews |