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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 03da1af | It's the way of our universe. A never-ending chain of cannibalism: the stronger prey on the weaker only to become prey in return. The only way to win the game is to not play. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 38a5dad | It's all trivial-your grouse, my hermit, Bernard's Byron. Comparing what we're looking for misses the point. It's wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we're going out the way we came in. That's why you can't believe in the afterlife, Valentine. Believe in the after but not the life. Believe in god, the solid, the spirit, the infinite, believe in angels if you like, but not in the great celestial get-together for an exchange of vi.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| f2143e7 | In an age when the difference between prince and peasant was thought to be in the stars, Mr Tzara, art was naturally an affirmation for the one and a consolation to the other; but we live in an age when the social order is seen to be the work of material forces and we have been given an entirely new kind of responsibility, the responsibility of changing society. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| fcf51cc | Otpravliaisia k nei. Ona tebe iavno dorozhe nas, raz ona tebia tak khorosho ponimaet. To est' v tselom vy ne soglasny s eio analizom? V tselom ona mozhet poiti i povesit'sia. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 593bb10 | I got dizzy," he explained. I should think you did. What were you doing?' Nothing," said Moon. "I was trying to face one way or the other and I got confused and fell over." Let that be my epitaph." -- | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 2a74b3c | War is capitalism with the gloves off | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 7a95d22 | Llore durante el sueno y desperte con una inconsolable desesperanza porque Faustine no estaba y con llorado consuelo porque nos habiamos querido sin disimulo. | Adolfo Bioy Casares | ||
| a28eb85 | I dreaded an invasion of ghosts or, less likely, an invasion of the police. | police | Adolfo Bioy Casares | |
| 02e27b7 | Non debbo sperare niente. Scrivo questa frase e mi viene un'idea che e una speranza. | Adolfo Bioy Casares | ||
| fdb0adb | I now know that there is a happy abundance of science writers who pen the most lucid and thrilling prose--Timothy Ferris, Richard Fortey and Tim Flannery are three that jump out from a single station of the alphabet (and that's not even to mention the late but godlike Richard Feynman)--but, sadly, none of them wrote any textbook I ever used. | Bill Bryson | ||
| b44319d | I did not know what to answer, because it would be too sudden and too direct, but I knew in my heart that what I wanted was everything that could be between a woman and a man; not at first, of course, but later, when we had found our other mountain, or our wilderness, or wherever it was we might go to hide ourselves from the world. There was no need to rehearse all that now. The point was that I was prepared to follow her anywhere if she wo.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a887a3a | Similarly, if you're trying to prove something mathematically, it's possible that no proof exists. | Simon Singh | ||
| c207f0b | Pascal was even convinced that he could use his theories to justify a belief in God. He stated that 'the excitement that a gambler feels when making a bet is equal to the amount he might win multiplied by the probability of winning it'. He then argued that the possible prize of eternal happiness has an infinite value and that the probability of entering heaven by leading a virtuous life, no matter how small, is certainly finite. Therefore, .. | Simon Singh | ||
| f11370c | A mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems. | Simon Singh | ||
| fda67e9 | Ambition had a price, and that price was friendship. | friendship | Eoin Colfer | |
| 1a85a3f | Giving evidence against one's employers was the first step to unemployment. | employment evidence | Eoin Colfer | |
| 018a925 | She strode across the McGraney boundary without a backward glance, legs cutting twin swatches in the green-black grass. Dawn sunlight simmered on the tip of each blade, and Holly's passage set a surging ripple of light flashing across the meadow. Extraordinary, thought Artemis. What have I lost? | holly-short the-time-paradox | Eoin Colfer | |
| 3c4bc95 | You still awake?' asked the anesthetist. 'Nope,' I replied. | half-moon half-moon-investigations mystery | Eoin Colfer | |
| 6526631 | Artemis grabbed her shoulders, for once abandoning his shell of icy composure. "Holly, Holly, speak to me. Your finger is it okay?" Holly wiggled her fingers, then curled them into a fist. "I think so," she said, and whacked Artemis right between the eyes. The surprised boy landed in a snowdrift for the third time that day. Holly winked at an amazed butler. "Now we're even," she said. Commander Root didn't have many treasured memories. B.. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| e7dce73 | even one centimetre can make an awful lot of difference when you don't have many to spare. | height | Eoin Colfer | |
| 3d92919 | Oh, how I wish I had already regenerated to become the tall one with the dicky bow, thought the Doctor, who occasionally had visions of his future selves. He is always so fit and agile. I suppose all that incessant running down corridors that he does . . . will do . . . may do, in one of my possible futures . . . is good for something. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 8c9a830 | he would simply have to repress the emotions he was experiencing. Very unhealthy, psychologically speaking | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 8bdafad | Tonight, history was going to be made. And it wasn't the discovery-of-radium, first-man-on-the-moon happy kind of history. It was the Spanish-Inquisition, here-comes-the-Hindenburg bad kind of history. | history | Eoin Colfer | |
| 82e1a8c | Whatever their circumstances, people still had to eat, live, and love. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 598b88d | Nobody ever got rich by wearing a heart on their sleeve, unless it was someone else's heart. | money screwed | Eoin Colfer | |
| f3767fb | Luckily, he had the memory span of a particularly dim goldfish, so with any luck he'd have forgotten all about the comment by the time they'd completed their mission. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 726e9ca | Er setzte seine finsterste Miene auf. Bose, sagte er sich, bose, aber hoch intelligent. Und entschlossen, vergiss die Entschlossenheit nicht. [...] Er offnete die Tur. >>Guten Abend<<, grusste er, ganz der perfekte Gastgeber, wenn auch ein hinterhaltiger, boser, intelligenter und entschlossener. Root stand, die leeren Hande demonstrativ ausgestreckt, vor der Tur. Die universale Geste fur: Sieh her, ich trage keine grosse, morderische Waffe. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| b54c4b4 | Der Trick bei Verhandlungen bestand darin, von Anfang an alle Karten in der Hand zu haben oder zumindest so auszusehen, als ob dem so ware. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| cea9f7e | The gremlin mob turned on Root, and when they saw the triple-barreled blaster on his hip, they kept right on turning. Root grabbed the microphone from behind the desk, and hauled it out to the extent of its cable. "Now hear this," he growled, his gravelly tones echoing around the terminal. "This is Commander Root of the LEP. We have a serious situation above ground, and I would appreciate cooperation from all you civilians. First, I would l.. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 32d9c21 | Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself" --Leo Tolstoy" | Mateo Tabatabai | ||
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| 463c78b | the necessity of getting up. He made it that far. Ended up with Banichi's arm around him, Banichi standing on one leg. The dowager-aiji said something rude about young men falling at her feet, and go sit down, SHE was in command of the plane. | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| 406cdd5 | Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath? Could ever there be too much love? And could love require lies? | love | C.J. Cherryh | |
| 581295c | Poisoning us," Bren said, faced with what was a truly attractive service, and with the servants still in the room, "is a process of inconveniently many steps, though conservative of the furniture. One believes we may just have breakfast this morning, nadiin-ji." | poison poisoning | C.J. Cherryh | |
| a716056 | You know its shape, since you have it. Give it up, and be paid. Or don't--and be paid, hani, be paid then too. | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| 67f1939 | Before is the only time you own, the only before you can trust is now, and you don't even know how long before is. | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| 9d9bb68 | If your fiance tended to come sailing in windows without notice, you didn't have extra time to run and gather up messes. She dropped everything into the hamper and stepped into a hot, steamy shower, soap with no cloying scent, just clean. Just her again. And her eyes shut while she was standing there. She'd slip down the shower wall and go to sleep there, but she was already getting stiff. She got out, delved into the medicine cabinet for a.. | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| 981520a | Flying was no cure for want of sleep. The brain wanted time to recycle: when it became all one long, uninterrupted day, the ability to keep going and to keep thinking was no warrant it was healty even for Superman.-Superman | superman | C.J. Cherryh | |
| 44a1fca | Lois. Oh... no. Lois. Dinner. His name ... be it Clark Kent or Superman ...was mud. -Clark Kent | superman | C.J. Cherryh | |
| 79c4e87 | A fine lady she weren't, oh, but a damn fine woman and a brave one.... | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| 582971c | The world was so beautiful, and there was so much of it: he could gaze forever at the wonder of leaves and not see them all: could inhale the wind and not smell all its scents, hear the sounds of men and horses and not hear all the sounds of the woods, and taste the thousand flavors in stale water and still find it wonderful... because it was not the darkness. | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| 3b59c61 | it struck at the root of intentions, not at the flower. And both root and the flower were important to him, one having to do with what one meant to do... and the other, most fearsome, with the outcome of it. | outcome | C.J. Cherryh | |
| 0828a6d | But, oh, how precious those things were! To look at the sky, breathe the cold wind, have fingers nipped by chill and skin stung red and heart stirred to life, gods, he had been dead until Tristen arrived and asked him the first vexing question, and posed him the first insoluble puzzle, and marveled at hailstones and mourned over falling leaves. What miracles there were all around.... | C.J. Cherryh | ||
| e54824f | The conversation progressed, bumper-car style, to a very heated discussion about death and the survival of the soul. It amazes me that we, as a species, can argue so fervently over something that is, when all is said and done, unknowable and unprovable. Nonetheless, we all arrive at conclusions and cleave to our certainties: that there is nothing but the Void; or that we will find ourselves writing an admissions exam at the Pearly Gates. | death | Bill Richardson |