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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e530bf7 | He smiled, looking into the flames. "He used to sleep on the foot of my bed, bad breath and gas and all, and I even took him hunting." "It's odd to take a dog hunting?" "Max? Yeah, sort of like taking along a brass band. He saved a lot of deer from death." | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 4a6fb8c | she thought. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 228447f | Wryly: | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 831062b | God is no respecter of either persons or names - Dieu or Gott or Kyrie or Adonai or Wakantanka. He is the Great Spirit whose pity we ask. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 2e5eff0 | Sure it is that They have many faces. All the shapes the Divine shows us are true; and none are all the Truth. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| ecce79a | It was hard, to be stripped of the cold comforts of her simple atheistic faith in middle-age. The more so as the evidence seemed to lead to the conclusion that the religions were true, including the ones that flatly contradicted each other. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| a1fc607 | Ah, well, old girl, remember the definition of an Anglo-Saxon: A German who's forgotten his grandmother was Welsh. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| bcdd561 | Truth is a ladder of many rungs, and that from each we gain a new perspective?'' | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 8d4e5c6 | Being ignorant is truly bliss compared to being misinformed, especially if you're aware of the depths of your own ignorance. As Mother says, it isn't what you don't know that will kill you, it's what you think you know that just isn't so. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| af40b77 | The others saw him as he stumbled down the stairs, bleeding from nose and ears and eyes an mouth. The sheathed form of the Sword lay across his palms. He met their eyes, and choked out: "Remember. Remember, all of you." Mathilda's voice was infinitely gentle. "Remember what?" "That I was a man, before I was King. Remember for me, when I forget. His hand closed on the black double-lobed hilt, and the moonfire in the opal glowed. He drew the .. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 3da4475 | and he kills without fear, or anger, or hate, with regret even, simply because its necessary. That's rare, and it's rare still among the really first-rate. God help the enemy that finally frightens him or makes him mad. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 81e210f | Yes, she loved the Lord and Lady in Their many forms . . . but those forms spanned the universe of space and time that sprang from Them, and They could be as terrible as the fiery death of suns, as inexorable as Time. A mother's kiss on her child's face came from Them, but so also the glaciers that grind continents to dust. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 7d34bf6 | Mackenzies buried a rapist at a crossroads, with a spear thrust in the soil above; and they buried him living when they could, as a sacrifice to turn aside the anger of the Earth Powers. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| a4dade2 | Some folk, too, believe what the loudest talker says. And some folk because it frightens them not to. | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| d68f92a | When I was a child I had a fishless aquarium. My father set it up for me with gravel and plants and pebbles before he'd got the fish and I asked him to leave it as it was for a while. The pump kept up a charming burble, the green-gold light was wondrous when the room was dark. I put in a china mermaid and a tin horseman who maintained a relationship like that of the figures on Keat's Grecian urn except that the horseman grew rusty. Eventual.. | child father fish grecian-urn keats mermaid | Russell Hoban | |
| 115708b | Sometimes I think that this whole thing, this whole business of a world that keeps waking itself up and bothering to go on every day, is necessary only as a manifestation of the intolerable. The intolerable is like H.G. Wells's invisible man, it has to put on clothes in order to be seen. So it dresses itself up in a world. Possibly it looks in a mirror but my imagination doesn't go that far. | Russell Hoban | ||
| dea5b16 | Wel you know 1ce the kids start singing at you thats a cern kynd of track youre on nor there aint too much you can do about it. Making the kids stop singing wont help its too late by then youve jus got to clinch your teef and get on with it. | Russell Hoban | ||
| 1735065 | The mouse and his child, who had learned so much and had prevailed against such overwhelming odds, never could be persuaded to teach a success course... The whole secret of the thing, they insisted, was simply and at all costs to move steadily ahead, and that, they said, could not be taught. | Russell Hoban | ||
| f755865 | It proposed that human beings, by the act of making witness, warranted times and places for their existence other than the time and place they were living through. | human | E.L. Doctorow | |
| 96d7a6e | And when a song is good, a standard, we recognize it as expressing a truth. Like a formula, it can apply to everyone, not just the singer. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 502de05 | So what I realized when I was a child was that if I were traveling as fast as light while holding a mirror before me, I would not see my image in the mirror, because as fast as the image of my face in light moved toward the mirror, why, just as fast would the mirror be moving away... It is a rather frightening idea, in fact, that if I moved at the speed of light, I could get no confirmation of my existence from an objective source of reflec.. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 8dc872c | Somehow he had catapulted himself beyond the world's value system. But this very fact lay upon him an awesome responsibility to maintain the illusions of other men. | responsibility-to-protect society | E.L. Doctorow | |
| 37f03bb | The bad news is that if we do in fact get off the earth we will contaminate the rest of the universe with our moral insufficiency. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 79b1542 | IS IT SO TERRIBLE NOT TO KEEP THE MATTER IN MY HEART, TO GET THE MATTER OUT OF MY HEART, TO EMPTY MY HEART OF THIS MATTER? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH MY HEART? | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| a5bbef0 | He wondered seriously if love wasn't a feeling at all but a simple characterless state of shared isolation. If you were alone with a woman your feelings might change from moment to moment but the circumstance of your shared fate did not change. Maybe that's where the love was, in the combined circumstance. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 94ce3fa | one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle. | frontier-and-pioneer-life snow weather western | E.L. Doctorow | |
| dc535d9 | How come God has to make it so tough for you?" "We must not question His ways," Ignatius said. "Maybe not, but I still don't get it." "The writings of Boethius may give you some insight." "I read Father Keller and Billy Graham in the paper every single day." "Oh, my God!" Ignatius spluttered. "No wonder you are so lost." | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| e2d9695 | Look at that. She think I got siphlus and TB and a hard-on and I gonna cut her up with a razor and lif her purse. Ooo-wee. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| d002323 | She ran into the bathroom and powdered her face and the front of her dress, drew a surrealistic version of a mouth beneath her nose, and dashed into her bedroom to find a coat. | humor mother truth | John Kennedy Toole | |
| 5534e57 | Why did you step out of my life, you minx? Your new hair-do is fascinating and cosmopolitan." He snatched at her pigtail and pressed it to his wet moustache, kissing it vigorously. "The scent of soot and carbon in your hair excites me with suggestions of glamorous Gotham. We must leave immediately. I must go flower in Manhattan." | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 6b1a40c | She went up to his bedroom door and listened to the wildly twanging bed springs as they reached a crescendo as they built toward a finale worthy of Grieg's 'In the Hall of the Mountain King | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| dde8ab9 | This is a floral abortion,' Ignatius commented irritably and tapped the vase with his cutlas. 'Dyed flowers are unnatural and perverse and, I suspect, obscene also. I can see that I am going to have my hands full with you people. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| d6b4654 | Oh, New Orleans is such freedom. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 1e93764 | Your total ignorance of that which you profess to teach merits the death penalty. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 6087f71 | Merchants and charlatans gained control of Europe, calling their insidious gospel "The Enlightenment." The day of the locust was at hand, but from the ashes of humanity there arose no Phoenix. The humble and pious peasant, Piers Plowman, went to town to sell his children to the lords of the New Order for purposes that we may call questionable at best. (See Reilly, Ignatius J., Blood on Their Hands: The Crime of It All, A study of some selec.. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 3a23906 | All signs were pointing upward; his wheel was revolving skyward. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 0b294ea | Clean, hard-working, dependable, quiet type.' Good God! What kind of monster is this that they want. I am afraid that I could never work for a concern with a worldview like that. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 1918e90 | Here at any rate is Ignatius Reilly, without progenitor in any literature I know of--slob extraordinary, a mad Oliver Hardy, a fat Don Quixote, a perverse Thomas Aquinas rolled into one--who is in violent revolt against the entire modern age, lying in his flannel nightshirt, in a back bedroom on Constantinople Street in New Orleans, who between gigantic seizures of flatulence and eructations is filling dozens of Big Chief tablets with invec.. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 905e36d | An arrogant man knows his own worth, and if he is clever as well, knows yours. | Victoria Alexander | ||
| 5387fcb | My life as a princes, or a peasant, is not worth living without you in it. | Victoria Alexander | ||
| 62af0b0 | I think it's your bosoms." Rand Surveyed him critically. "The dress wouldn't be as tight if they weren;t so large. I think your bosoms are too big." Alexei looked down at his overstuffed chest. "Can bosoms ever be too big?" Not real bosoms perhaps, but I think in your case..." Rand considered him thoughtfully. "No question about it: they're definately too big" Are you sure?" Alexei studied his reflection. "I thought they were just the right.. | humor romance victoria-alexander | Victoria Alexander | |
| f654918 | Her heart leapt, which made no sense at all. This was not to be an affair of the heart. There would be affection certainly, but nothing more. Apparently her heart wasn't aware of her plans. Odd, she'd never known it to be rebellious before. | Victoria Alexander | ||
| 4245738 | Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." --Monty Python's Flying Circus" | Connie Willis | ||
| 1d543c7 | This is the Victorian era," she said. "Women didn't have to make sense." | Connie Willis |