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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8d2d004 | I did not understand why Alfrida looked at him with such a fiercely encouraging smile. All of my experience of a woman with men, of a woman listening to her man, hoping and hoping that he will establish himself as somebody she can reasonably be proud of, was in the future. | Alice Munro | ||
| a183e6a | Poverty in girls is not attractive unless combined with sweet sluttishness, stupidity. | Alice Munro | ||
| 56458aa | Odd choices were simply easier for men, most of whom would find women glad to marry them. Not so the other way around. | Alice Munro | ||
| 02ed07e | Let's see, what've we got for the little girl to eat? Nothing, I hoped, but he brought a tin of Christmas candies, which seemed to have melted then hardened then melted again, so the colored stripes had run. They had a taste of nails. | Munro Alice | ||
| bc13ebd | Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars. | fantasy inner-world music singing story story-telling | Alice Munro | |
| 0837c7a | hmyshh ykh rwz SbH hst khh wqty bydr myshwy, myfhmy ngr hmhy prndhhy shhrt khwch khrdhnd. | Alice Munro | ||
| cf55ad0 | Love is not for the undepilated. | love | Alice Munro | |
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| 474618c | He said the difference between the male and female modes of thought were easily illustrated by the thoughts of a boy and girl, sitting on a park bench, looking at the full moon. The boy thinks of the universe, its immensity and mystery; the girl thinks, "I must wash my hair." When I read this I was frantically upset; I had to put the magazine down. It was clear to me at once that I was not thinking as a girl thought; the full moon would nev.. | Alice Munro | ||
| 6b9b9fa | Something that could not easily bu put into words and indeed might never be. | Alice Munro | ||
| d306160 | Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown." And he replied, "Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way." Then" | Alice Munro | ||
| 48d6ee6 | The word of God surpasses earthly orders. | James Clavell | ||
| 39ad505 | Ce minunat, ce minunat de simplu e sa poti spune ca dragostea te aduce aproape de Dumnezeu. | James Clavell | ||
| 13cd55c | My captain will help you be very quick. Within three sticks." The unit of time was the time it took for a standard stick of incense to smolder away, approximately one hour for one stick." | James Clavell | ||
| 44a6de9 | reminding himself to remember forever that the pen's a long arm from the grave. | James Clavell | ||
| 1303c8b | Patience means restraining yourself. There are seven emotions, neh? Joy, anger, anxiety, adoration, grief, fear, and hate. If a man doesn't give way to these, he's patient. | James Clavell | ||
| da5d5fb | Always remember, child,' her first teacher had impressed on her, 'that to think bad thoughts is really the easiest thing in the world. If you leave your mind to itself it will spiral you down into ever-increasing unhappiness. To think good thoughts, however, requires effort. This is one of the things that discipline--training--is about. So train your mind to dwell on sweet perfumes, the touch of this silk, tender raindrops against the shoji.. | James Clavell | ||
| 873bb42 | Patience means holding back your inclination to the seven emotions: hate, adoration, joy, anxiety, anger, grief, fear. If you don't give way to the seven, you're patient, then you'll soon understand all manner of things and be in harmony with Eternity. | James Clavell | ||
| b1bb51e | Kogo, the goshawk, fluttered on his wrist and settled herself, watching him. Toranaga smiled at her. I did not choose to be what I am. It is my karma. | James Clavell | ||
| 8451b89 | did. But he was glad her head was deep in his shoulder greatcoat. Again he craned around and caught sight of it, slightly aft and lying flat in the water, now seeming to | James Clavell | ||
| c65f7e7 | Godrot opium, he thought. But he knew that his life was inexorably tied to opium--and that without it neither The Noble House nor the British Empire could exist. | James Clavell | ||
| 0eb0cf5 | Que son las nubes, si no un pretexto para el cielo? ?Que es la vida, si no una huida de la muerte? | James Clavell | ||
| 6f2992c | You live by the lash and you'll die by it. | James Clavell | ||
| caae800 | Isn't man but a blossom taken by the wind, and only the mountains and the sea and the stars and this Land of the Gods real and everlasting? | James Clavell | ||
| 0dbd435 | Without trade the world will become what it was once--a hell where only the strongest arm and the heaviest lash was law. The meek will never inherit the earth. Aye, but at least they can be protected by law to live out their lives as they wish. | law trade | James Clavell | |
| be56d8c | There are seven emotions, neh? Joy, anger, anxiety, adoration, grief, fear, and hate. If a man doesn't give way to these, he's patient. I'm | James Clavell | ||
| 97c0c34 | Ronin were landless or masterless peasant-soldiers or samurai who, through dishonor or the loss of their masters, were forced to wander the land until some other lord would accept their services. | James Clavell | ||
| 0acf1d3 | dokato nakraia i te zapochvakha da se zarichat: "Ot utre tr'gvam redovno. Ot utre zapochvam da se podgotviam za onova, koeto iskam da b'da sled voinata. Niama vreme za gubene. Ot utre veche tr'gvam". No v Changi, kakto navsiak'de, s'shchestvuvashe samo dnes." | James Clavell | ||
| 94b5792 | The sky Scorched by the sun, | James Clavell | ||
| 2ef0aef | The point is we both know life and understand death--and both believe treatment in hell and everywhere else depends on money. | James Clavell | ||
| 2151f57 | I've wasted the last five years of my life dealing in religious articles. People today find spiritual solace in ballroom dancing. | jews | Ben Katchor | |
| c252518 | It might be useful, she reminds herself, not to panic here. She imagines herself solidifying into not exactly a pillar of salt, something between that and a commemorative statue, iron and gaunt, of all the women in New York who used to annoy her standing by the curbsides "hailing a taxi," though no taxis might be visible for ten miles in any direction--nevertheless holding their hand out toward the empty street and the oncoming traffic that.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 90c9b08 | Do you remember, during the war, when Porky worked in a defense plant? He and Bugs Bunny. That was a good one too. | defense-plant during-the-war porky-pig | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 50a4a02 | Maxine recoils, only partly out of the classic accountant's allergy to real folding money | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| e605a9a | Ziggy is in front of the tube, as if nothing much has been happening in his day, watching Scooby Goes Latin! (1990). Maxine after a quick visit to the bathroom to reformat, knowing better than to start in with the Q&A, comes in and sits down next to him about the time it breaks for a commercial. "Hi, Mom." She wants to enfold him forever. Instead lets him recap the plot for her. Shaggy, somehow allowed to drive the van, has become confused .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 3ecf4d3 | Slung on a stage over the gunwale of an old felucca, the Peri. A storm had just passed, rushing away toward the land in a great slope of clouds; already turning yellowish from the desert. The sea there is the color of Damascus plums; and how quiet. Sun was going down; not a beautiful sunset, more a gradual darkening of the air and that storm's mountainside. The Peri had been damaged, we hove to alongside and hailed her master. No reply. Onl.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 1cd2e2f | But Lord Blatherard Osmo was able at last to devote all of his time to Novi Pazar. Early in 1939, he was discovered mysteriously suffocated in a bathtub full of tapioca pudding, at the home of a Certain Viscountess. Some have seen in this the hand of the Firm. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| a911ced | Somebody put a Fascist Toejam cassette, 300 watts of sonic apocalypse, on to the van stereo, Isaiah gallantly handed Prairie up into the lurid fuchsia padding of this rolling orgy room, where she became indistinct among an unreadable pattern of Vomitones and their girlfriends, and quickly, in an arc unexpectedly graceful, they had all turned outward, tached up, engaged, and like a time machine departing for the future, forever too soon for .. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 62d6ab8 | The now-famous yearly Candlebrow Conferences, like the institution itself, were subsidized out of the vast fortune of Mr. Gideon Candlebrow of Grossdale, Illinois, who had made his bundle back during the great Lard Scandal of the '80s, in which, before Congress put an end to the practice, countless adulterated tons of that comestible were exported to Great Britain, compromising further an already debased national cuisine, giving rise throug.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 899509f | Today even the dimmest of capitalist can see that the centralized nation-state, so promising an idea a generation ago, has lost all credibility with the population. Anarchism now is the idea that has seized hearts everywhere, some form of it will come to envelop every centrally governed society . . . If a nation wants to preserve itself, what other steps can it take, but mobilize and go to war? Central governments were never designed for pe.. | nationalism | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 4b8a14c | Look at this. A barstool, named Sven? Some old Swedish custom, the winter kicks in, weather gets harsh, after a while you find yourself relating to the furniture in ways you didn't expect? | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| bfd6237 | When they happen across an Adventurer from Mexico, and the ancient City he has discover'd beneath the Earth, where thousands of Mummies occupy the Streets in attitudes of Living Business, embalm'd with Gold divided so finely it flows like Gum. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| dc1087b | London the secular city instructs him: turn any corner and he can find himself inside a parable. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| b7f1669 | No matter how the official narrative of this turns out there are the places we should be looking, not in newspapers or television but at the margins, graffiti, uncontrolled utterances, bad dreamers who sleep in public and scream in their sleep. | Thomas Pynchon |