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| 871b75a | On the first day of Human Sexuality, Ruth Ramsey wore a short lime green skirt, a clingy black top, and strappy high-heeled sandals, the kind of attention-getting outfit she normally wouldn't have worn on a date---not that she was going on a lot of dates these days---let alone to work. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 4b05e96 | the cause of what they called the "Sudden Departure" remained unknown," | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 42c056e | She was the kind of woman who always surprised you with the realization that she was just as lovely as you remembered, though it hardly seemed possible in her absence. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 90df991 | You talk to them. And look at their faces. Cows have very expressive faces." I knew her well enough at that point not to be surprised by this. The first few months we'd worked together, I'd found her distant and intimidating, not just because she was Professor Preston's girlfriend, but also because she'd cultivated a very adult reserve that made her seem years older than the rest of us. She was all business at our editorial-board meetings, .. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 7deee80 | It was like traveling back in time, meeting the person you used to be, and recognizing her as a friend. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| d2dfb79 | Every night was a somber, adults-only slumber party - no giggles or whispers, just lots of coughing and farting and snoring and groaning, the sounds and smells of too many stressed-out of people packed into too small a place. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 2cb3ae7 | As if adult males were completely self-sufficient beings, as if a penis and a five o'clock shadow were all they would ever need to get by. | five-o-clock-shadow penis self-sufficient-beings | Tom Perrotta | |
| 0e18281 | just a dark shape against an even darker background. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 9dbbedf | Stalin's postwar goals were security for himself, his regime, his country, and his ideology, in precisely that order. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| 3ef8c32 | twjd 'lf Tryqh lqtl lwqt, w kl wHdh mkhtlfh `n l'khr~, lknh jmy`an mtswy@ lsh'n, 'lf wsylh l`dm ntZr 'y shyy', 'lf l`bh ymknk 'n tbtkrh w thjrh `l~ lfwr | Georges Perec | ||
| ec877da | lhdh bldht tftnk lshjrh, 'w tdhhlk 'w tryHk, bsbb hdh lwDwH ldhy lshbh@ fyh, w l ymkn 'n ykwn mwD` shbhh, wDwH llH w l'GSn w l'wrq. | Georges Perec | ||
| 2f444c8 | twjd bdy@ Swr, 'lyfh 'w mwswsh, 'wrq l`b mnshwrh ttnwlh mrh b`d mrh, dwn twqf, dwn ltmkn 'bdan mn trtybh km qd trGb, m` dhlk lnTb` lmnGS bDrwr@ tmm, njH hdh ltrtyb, km lw kn mn wry'h kshf Hqyqh jwhryh, lknh dy'man lwrqh nfsh ttnwlh w t`yd tnwlh, tD`h w t`yd wD`h, tSnfh w t`yd tSnyfh, jm`t tS`d w tnzl, trwH w tjy jdrn tHyT bk w tbHth fyh `n lkhrj lsrs, lzr lkhfy ldhy syj`l ljdn tthw~ | Georges Perec | ||
| 8b9e680 | Busco a un tiempo lo eterno y lo efimero | Georges Perec | ||
| a1a83e5 | Ya bir devami vardir,ya da yoktur.. Ya anlatilabilecek bir devami vardir,ya da yoktur. | Georges Perec | ||
| e5fd9a6 | No son los elementos los que determinan el conjunto, sino el conjunto el que determina los elementos. Aisladamente, una pieza de un puzzle no quiere decir nada; es tan solo pregunta imposible, reto opaco; pero no bien logramos conectarla con una de sus vecinas, desaparece, deja de existir como pieza: la intensa dificultad que precedio aquel acercamiento, no solo no tiene ya razon de ser, sino que parece no haberla tenido nunca, hasta tal pu.. | Georges Perec | ||
| c60de39 | lm'sh lm tnqD `lyk, lm tq` `lyk, lqd tGlGlt `l~ mhl, nslt tqryban b`dhwbh ldhydhh. lqd df`t df`an dqyqan Hytk, Hrktk, s`tk, Hjrtk, mthl Hqyqh tqn`t ftrh Twylh | Georges Perec | ||
| afc6e16 | fy bdy' l'mr l Gyr nw` mn lt`b, mn lrhq, k'nm tntbh fj'h 'nk, mndh ftrh Twylh jdan, mndh s`t `dydh frs@ w`kh mrwGh, mkhdrh, tkd tkwn dwn 'y wj`, w rGm dhlk fhy l tHtml, dhlk lnTb` lmfrT l`dhwbh w lkhnq, lnTb` b'nk dwn `Dlt w dwn `Zm, b'nk kys mn ljbs, fy qlb 'kys mn ljbs | Georges Perec | ||
| 28dc357 | Leur vie etait comme une trop longue habitude, comme un ennui presque serein : une vie sans rien. | routine-of-daily-life | Georges Perec | |
| d2c1520 | I would like there to exist spaces that are stable, unmoving, intangible, untouched and almost untouchable, unchanging, deep-rooted; places that might be points of reference, of departure, of origin: My birthpalce, the cradle of my family, the house where I may have been born, the tree I may have seen grow (that my father may have planted the day I was born), the attic of my childhood filled with intact memories . . . Such places don't ex.. | Georges Perec | ||
| 0d79393 | The second project is in the field of metaphysics: with the aim of showing that, in the words of Professor H. M. Tooten, "evolution is a hoax", Olivier Gratiolet has undertaken an exhaustive inventory of all the imperfections and inadequacies to which the human organism is heir: vertical posture, for example, gives man only a precarious balance: muscular tension alone keeps him upright, thus causing constant fatigue and discomfort in the sp.. | Georges Perec | ||
| e064a34 | Ils t'identifient, ils te reconnaissent. Ils ne savent pas que ces simples saluts, ces seuls sourire, ces signes de tete indifferents sont tous ce qui chaque jour te sauve. | Georges Perec | ||
| 19819c6 | El verdadero poeta no se encuentra nunca "inspirado": esta precisamente por encima de ese mas y de ese menos, iguales a sus ojos, que son la tecnica y la inspiracion; iguales porque domina ambas a la perfeccion. El verdadero inspirado nunca esta inspirado: lo esta siempre; no busca la inspiracion ni se irrita contra tecnica alguna.>>" | inspiracion poesía | Raymond Queneau | |
| effb531 | The only advantage he could see in the change was that he had a small desk in his room; his capacity for isolation was thereby increased. But none of this changed his life very much. He continued his games of billiards and his reading. And was periodically overwhelmed by abominable fits of despair from which he was abruptly extricated by a ridiculous but stubborn optimism, an absurd love of life. | Raymond Queneau | ||
| f5813b2 | When you have a past, Vovonne, you'll realize what an odd thing it is. In the first place, there's whole chunks of it that have caved in: absolutely nothing left. Elsewhere, there's weeds that've grown haphazard, and you can't recognize anything there either. And then there's places that you think are so beautiful that you give them a fresh coat of paint every year, sometimes in one color, sometimes in another, and they end up not looking i.. | reflection | Raymond Queneau | |
| 887eae3 | METATEZA Vend'zh, oloko odeb, na zandata paltforma na enid avbotus zalebiazakh maldezh s perkaleno d'g'l vart i shakpa, urkasena s v'rv. Neochavkano toi obivni s'esda si, che nachorno go snat'pval po karkata. No izgiabvaiki skanlada, toi se vrutna m'k enda sbovodna seladka. Vda sacha po-k'nso go diviakh otvono perd gatara Nes Zalar zaendo s genov piriatel, toiko mu vadashe s'evti ontosno endo pokche. | Raymond Queneau | ||
| ebca520 | I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong and I know that I never will. | Shana Abe | ||
| ba1bb80 | Eleanore," he whispered again, tilting his head to mine, his lips skimming past my cheek, his breath in my ear. "I'd wait forever for you, you know. If it mattered. If you'd care." "I do care," I whispered back, miserable. His fingers tightened, warm and firm. "No, you don't. Not the way I mean. Not yet." | sweet touching-moments | Shana Abe | |
| 3d574df | No." He caught her back to him, spreading his fingers over her uninjured cheek. "Listen. When you were twelve years old I saw you for the first time. Truly saw you. And from then on, I took note whenever our paths crossed. You were so quiet it was difficult to believe you sprang from the same messy bloodlines as the rest of us. You had modesty and grace. You didn't flirt, and you didn't give quarter." His palm slipped from her face; he took.. | Shana Abe | ||
| d7f5400 | There is a fierce joy to letting loose, to cutting yourself free from all the countless mundane threads of restraint that fix like you in your place, that tighten so gradually day by day that you do not even realize how bowed you are until you're quit of them. | Shana Abe | ||
| 1131450 | I wasn't even certain if my wings were meant for flight. I hadn't exactly had any luck with it the one time I'd tried. I could glide, though. Probably. Maybe. Should worse come to worst, I could smoke up to them. Turn to dragon right there, dig my claws in, and hang on. That might do it. Looked like I was about to find out. What I hadn't thought about, what I'd completely managed to forget about, was that I wasn't exactly skilled at mainta.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 29f676f | He had a swift and utterly lucid vision of himself in this position in thirty-odd years. Loathsome tea, hot steam, silver spoon, and fifty-year-old Chloe seated opposite him talking about clothing, because to her it was categorically, absolutely, the most fascinating topic on the planet. Besides, of course, herself. For an unflinching instant, Armand wished with his whole heart that he were dead. Then, at the very edge of his perception, so.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 85ddefa | All this is simply your reaction to my Gifts. You never loved me before, not in all those years. Now that you who I--what I can do, you've convinced yourself it's more than it is. Its simple instinct." "Perchance you're right. But the result is the same, isn't it? We were meant to be together in life. That's our law, because that is our instinct, the natural order of our kind. Strongest mates to strongest." She took the steps necessary to s.. | Shana Abe | ||
| c62e682 | The shelf number for the book would be inked in beside it, but each shelf contained about fifty books, so you had to hang there on the ladder and read every spine of every one until you came across yours. Let it be said that nothing was ever accomplished in haste at Iverson. | Shana Abe | ||
| e564038 | By the next afternoon, a shepherd boy had heard his shouts and he'd been hauled up the cliffs and confined to an empty pigeon house, the sole survivor of his doomed mission. Gone cracked, though, from the ordeal. Ranting in perfect English about dragons and a young woman who could fly. No one believed him. A few people swore the airships had suffered lightning strikes, although the night had seemed so clear. A few more vowed they'd spotted .. | Shana Abe | ||
| 398af55 | It is considered an honor to be...plucked from the crowd, so to speak. There are fine families in the district who have lived here for generations, none of whom have been so favored with the duke's attention. Yet I wonder if it's not truly His Grace himself behind this invitation, but his son." "Perhaps there's a piano aboard." Her nostrils flared. "Don't be pert. This is not a matter of jest, Eleanore. If you go on that yacht, your every m.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 3b0a34c | Armand towed me up and Jesse hustled me away. I staggered against him, looking past his shoulder just in time to see my nightgown dance over the rim of the roof, a twirling, empty ballerina blowing away to the stars. "That was stupid," I said loudly. "Too right it was." None of Armand's fury had left him. "No, I mean of you. Following me like that. You could have been killed!" " were doing well enough until you-did that! Went to smoke .. | Shana Abe | ||
| 2d51209 | I think the word is much too small to encompass the magnitude of all it defines. For me, right then, meant that everything within me-my organs, my spirit, my hope-plunged down into a place of utter density, of blackness so heavy and bleak I had no idea how to lift any of it up again. But I had to. We were going to die unless I did. | Shana Abe | ||
| bacc3d6 | I remember thinking that the Germans must have had a very fine view of all the neighborhoods they were obliterating. | Shana Abe | ||
| 1252931 | You deserve someone who loves you without conditions. Who would never look at another woman for the rest of his life with anything but indifference, because you are the sum of his dreams. The one girl whose eyes shine with all the days and nights he prays will come. His stars and his sun and his moon. His happiness, his true heart." His voice roughened. "His everything." She gazed up at him, her lips trembling. "Is that it? Is that how you .. | Shana Abe | ||
| bb832dd | My neck was slender and long and I could bend it nearly all the way about to take in my body: also slender, also shining. I was a dragon of gold, as if Jesse had touched me and transmuted me but not taken my life. I was sinuous and covered in lustrous golden scales, all the way almost to the tip of my tail, until they faded into purple. I had a mane, too, mapping a line down my back. It looked like a ruff of silk or cut velvet. I folded my .. | Shana Abe | ||
| 7918ea9 | And there were no signs whatever of the disagreements among capitalists--or of the Anglo-American war--that Stalin's ideological illusions had led him to expect. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| c782552 | if you were to take account of everything . . . , you would never do anything. It is better to have a brave heart and endure one half of the terrors we dread than to [calculate] all of the terrors and suffer nothing at all. . . . Big things are won by big dangers. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| 454463f | TO A CHILD, BEHELD IN SUMMER RAIMENT Little girl, one lesser garment will suffice to clothe your crotch, Hide that undiscovered cavern Where old Time will wind his watch. | William Gaddis | ||
| 98f49d9 | Holy things and holy places, out of mind under the cauterizing brilliance of the summer son, reared up now as the winter sun struck from the south, casting shadows coldly upon the avenues where the people followed and went in, wearing winter hearts on their sleeves for the plucking. | religion sentimentalism | William Gaddis |