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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 12a09f2 | Because I wasn't anything anymore. Not anythingI love or know or care about. Because thou shalt not kill, Kade. Thou shalt not kill. With all my heart I believed this. And I killed. So what am I now? And why should I live? How am I even alive? Because if this is what our lives are--if doing this to others before they do it to us is all our lives are--we're already dead. Honest to God I feel it, Kade. I'm dead. The hell with me. | David James Duncan | ||
| 01fce1a | All human giving is fiction giving. Only the Absolute nonfictively owns; hence only the Absolute can nonfictively give; hence the mortal who believes that he or she owns, stands no chance of receiving what the Absolute has to nonfictively give. | David James Duncan | ||
| 6c61079 | When experience flies into realms that language cannot touch, honesty demands beyond-language. | David James Duncan | ||
| cbc4fec | Fiction writing feels more honest to me. | David James Duncan | ||
| 0efdfe8 | Like gamblers, baseball fans and television networks, fishermen are enamored of statistics. The adoration of statistics is a trait so deeply embedded in their nature that even those rarefied anglers the disciples of Jesus couldn't resist backing their yarns with arithmetic: when the resurrected Christ appears on the morning shore of the Sea of Galilee and directs his forlorn and skunked disciples to the famous catch of John 21, we learn tha.. | David James Duncan | ||
| 0b09a3d | He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby...He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he shat and peed in his filthy trousers and kept driving. | metaphor murder | Peter Straub | |
| 4f64699 | Because dead people are just like you and me, they still want things. They look at us all the time, and they miss being alive. We have taste and color and smell and feelings, and they don't have any of those things. They stare at us, they don't miss anything. They really see what's going on, and we hardly ever really see that. We're too busy thinking about things and getting everything wrong, so we miss ninety percent of what's happening. | Peter Straub | ||
| dbd797e | A long time ago, when we all lived in the forest and none of us lived anywhere else, | Peter Straub | ||
| 6ca6fd0 | The wizard stirs, opens his eyes, and looks at the reluctant boy. "Oh, you'll get your heart broken," he says. "Is that what you're waiting to hear? It'll be broken, all right. But you'll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart. That's the way of it, boy." | Peter Straub | ||
| ec2a748 | the materials of genre - specifically the paired genres of horror and the fantastic - in no way require the constrictions of formulaic treatment, and in fact naturally extend and evolve into the methods and concerns of its wider context, general literature. | Peter Straub (Author) | ||
| db3704b | Are you happy?" "I think I may be going to be happy." Remember, things do not force, forge or fashion. They fall into place" | fate happiness hope life | Ann Beattie | |
| 3fb60eb | Although Kit and Rafe had met in the peace movement, marching, organizing, making no nukes signs, now they wanted to kill each other. They had become, also, a little pro-nuke. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 3ee5066 | Anyone who's read all of Proust plus The Man withour Qualities is bound t be missing out on a few other titles. | literature proust reading remembrance-of-things-past robert-musil the-man-without-qualities | Lorrie Moore | |
| bef4d8d | We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 6a07bf5 | It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures. | entitled-in-love love-story toxic | Lorrie Moore | |
| 2b3375c | I don't have a love life. I have a like life.' Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love... | love-life love-story | Lorrie Moore | |
| 8b37942 | Why do you haunt me? You, like a tattoo on my tongue, like the bay leaf at the bottom of every pan. You who sprawled out beside me and sang my horoscope to a Schubert symphony, something about travel and money again, and we lay there, both of our breaths bad, both of our underwear dangling elastic, and then you turned toward me with a gaze like two matches, putting the horoscope aside, you traced my buried ribs with your index finger, linge.. | inspirational love sarcasm | Lorrie Moore | |
| 19413c1 | Which is it," she asked. "Is it CLIToris or clotORis?" I didn't know. Why didn't I know? "It may depend on which you have," I said." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 123571b | I wished for eternal and intriguing muteness. I would be the Mysterious Dumb Girl, the Enigmatic Elf. The human voice no longer interested me. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| e8b40f1 | Like true friends, they take no hardy or elegant stance loosely choreographed from some broad perspective. They get right in there and mutter "Jesus Christ!" and shake their heads." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 5512620 | I am stealing more and more money. I keep it in my top drawer beneath my underwear, along with my diaphragm and lipstick and switchblade--these are things a woman needs | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 21d42b9 | I would look out upon the wildflowers, the mulch of swamps and leaves, the spring mosses greening on the rocks, or the boulderous mountains of street-black snow, whatever season it happened to be- my mittens clotted with ice, or my hands grimy with marsh mud- and from the back of my larynx I'd send part of my voice out toward the horizon and part of it straight up toward the sky. There must have been some pain in me. I wanted to howl and fl.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 8eaa1d8 | Sometimes as I'm drifting toward sleep, in the beginnings of that dissolution, I wonder where I am, when this is, and realize that at these moments I could be anywhere, anytime, for all I know: eight and napping in the trailer, my broken arm in a cast, or thirteen at night clutching a pillow to my neck, or twenty in the arms of my boyfriend, or twenty-seven in the arms of my husband, or thirty-three next to my imaginary daughter; at every p.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| c5b9b95 | Philosophers are good at parties but not for cleaning up after. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 8c07015 | The functional disenchantment, the sweet habit of each other, had begun to put lines around her mouth, lines that looked like quotation marks--as if everything she said had already been said before...[the cat] was accustomed to much nestling and appreciation and drips from the faucet, though sometimes she would vanish outside, and they would not see her for days, only to spy her later, in the yard, dirty and matted, chomping a vole or eatin.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| f03ceed | Do not resent her. Think about the situation, for instance, when you take the last trash bag from its box: you must throw out the box by putting it in that very trash bag. What was once contained, now must contain. The container, then, becomes the contained, the enveloped, the held. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 4e29eed | You have a choice," she told the class. "The whorish emptiness of lies or the straightlaced horrors of truth." | truth truth-and-lies | Lorrie Moore | |
| 6156b33 | Surely that was why faith had been invented: to raise teenagers without dying. Although of course it was also why death was invented: to escape teenagers altogether. | teenagers | Lorrie Moore | |
| a096d4b | Life is a field of corn. Literature is the shot glass it distills down into. Lorrie Moore | Mary Karr | ||
| 9ee378d | That was the biggest fear. I'd rather clean up before I went on the road. It's bad enough cleaning up by yourself, but the idea of putting the whole tour on the line because I could'n make it was too much; even for me | Keith Richards | ||
| 8f2eca8 | A familiar Gusism was to greet a friend with 'Hello, don't be a cunt all your life. | Keith Richards | ||
| 1951f1d | Great songs write themselves. You're just being led by the nose, or the ears. The skill is not to interfere with it too much. Ignore intelligence, ignore everything; just follow it where it takes you. | Keith Richards | ||
| 9b7d242 | I've been through more cold turkeys than there are freezers. | Keith Richards | ||
| dee83af | To write a song that is remembered and taken to heart," Richards notes, "is a connection, a touching of bases. A thread that runs through all of us. A stab to the heart." Keith Richards from his autobiography" | Keith Richards | ||
| 7de4fa7 | The question, then, was how long could a human being stay awake? Keith Richards could party for three days straight, but I wasn't sure if he counted as a human being. | Daryl Gregory | ||
| 36064a5 | La gente me pregunta "por que no lo dejas?". El hecho es que no me puedo retirar hasta que no estire la pata. Creo que no acaban de entender lo que gano con todo esto. No lo hago solo por el dinero ni por ti. Lo hago por mi." | music | Keith Richards | |
| e1d6e11 | Mick's album was called She's the Boss, which said it all. I've never listened to the entire thing all the way through. Who has? It's like Mein Kampf. Everybody had a copy, but nobody listened to it. | mein-kampf mick-jagger solo-careers | Keith Richards | |
| 82ce0f2 | Wild Horses" started in a B-minor chord, and Stu didn't play minor chords, "fucking Chinese music." | Keith Richards | ||
| 56adc2f | Fear of the future no longer exists when the past has been healed. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| fbd8823 | With Dan you have to listen to his underneath, you know? Not so much what he says. | amy-cahill atticus-rosenbloom dan-cahill feelings | Jude Watson | |
| b85430c | You just accept that all relationships have their ups and downs. You have to have a sense of humor about the human condition itself and its seeming contradictions and paradoxes. You want the other person to be happy and comfortable, and you know that you are happy and comfortable when they are happy and comfortable. There is a mutual alignment with a peaceful lifestyle. Let go of judging, blaming, and controlling the other. Let go of expect.. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| d9bba0e | All of us have available at all times a computer far more advanced than the most elaborate artificial intelligence machine--the human mind itself. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 22cce3f | In acceptance, we are free to be in the present. Once we have accepted our own true nature and the ways of the universe as they are reflected in our world, there is no longer regret about the past, nor is there fear of the future. Fear of the future no longer exists when the past has been healed. This is because in the usual ego-oriented state of consciousness, the ego tends to project the past upon the future, and a past that is viewed neg.. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 20d7299 | A menudo, solo estamos dispuestos a cambiar cuando tocamos fondo, cuando llegamos al final de un curso de accion y contemplamos la derrota de un sistema de creencias futil. La luz no puede entrar en una caja cerrada; el lado positivo de una catastrofe puede ser que nos abramos a un nivel superior de conciencia. Si vemos la vida como un maestro, se convierte exactamente en eso. Pero, a menos que seamos humildes y transformemos las lecciones .. | David R. Hawkins |