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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c3e6994 | Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done . . . 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world . . . | Dan Simmons | ||
| 5f4e14b | Among us we represent islands of time as well as separate oceans of perspective. | Dan Simmons | ||
| f4e5796 | any allegiance to a deity or concept or universal principle which put obedience above decent behavior toward an innocent human being was evil. | Dan Simmons | ||
| ba75888 | Natalie's father had a saying for that behavior--Stupidity has a price and it always gets paid. | Dan Simmons | ||
| f6b6ffb | Entropy is a bitch, | Dan Simmons | ||
| 05399be | All of our lives are governed by a certain degree of faith in bullshit. | humor | Dan Simmons | |
| 7dad8ed | Hobbes's Leviathan. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. | Dan Simmons | ||
| 78efc3d | Dan Hendricks, her partner, was a top-notch surveillance man. He'd broken into Gibson's apartment a week ago and wired it in ninety minutes flat. Motion-activated infrared cameras, bugs, the works. It gave them uninterrupted video coverage of the entire apartment, and the starkness of Gibson's living conditions was informative. | Matthew FitzSimmons | ||
| 3d1890a | No. He is asking us if we can truly bear hearing the story. Losing our ignorance can be dangerous because our ignorance is a shield. | Dan Simmons | ||
| fac1ad8 | Since language is the only tool with which writers can reflect and shape a culture, it must be transformed into art. Language is not a limitation on the art of literature; it is a glorification. It has been the scaffolding inside which nations and philosophies have been built, and the language of literature has added the ornamental pediment by which the culture is remembered. | language legacy literature writers writing | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| dba1594 | Friendship depends on interlocking time, place, and state of mind. | E.L. Konigsburg | ||
| 3852588 | Tell how it is normal to be very comfortable on the outside but very uncomfortable on the inside. Tell how funny it all is. But tell a little something else, too. What can it hurt? Tell a little something else--about how you can be a nonconformist and about how you can be an outsider. And tell how you are entitled to a little privacy. But for goodness' sake, say all that very softly. | outsider | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| 2f939f6 | For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The is the mystery. The how is fragile. | artists books creativity ideas inspiration novelists poems poets science scientists | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| 6a8e9cf | It takes more courage to disturb the neighborhood than it takes to disturb the universe. And the price is often higher. | books change courage creativity ideas revolution science | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| 7853545 | Let me first talk about our brains as a personal radio telescope. Let me talk first about its wonderful built-in wiring for tuning out the static of our civilization in order to better tune in its symphony. | development life | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| 02322f4 | that. I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It's .. | E.L. Konigsburg | ||
| 1448a5f | The girl clones at Singer Grove were just like the ones in Texas; they knocked themselves out to be like everyone else and then bragged about how they were different. All their differences put into a pot and boiled down wouldn't spice baby food. By trying to brag about how different they were, they just really showed how alike they were, because all their differences were alike. | similarities students | E.L. Konigsburg | |
| b818776 | Through a determined program of sheer dumb luck and liberal applications of THC I had managed never to impregnate a woman before, | Michael Chabon | ||
| deb98a7 | Julie wanted to die of his own whiteness, to be drowned in the tide of his embarrassment on behalf of all uncool white people everywhere when they tried to be cool. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 76b96ae | Archy was tired of Nat, and he was tired of Gwen and of her pregnancy with all the unsuspected depths of his insufficiency that it threatened to reveal. He was tired of Brokeland, and of black people, and of white people, and of all their schemes and grudges, their frontings, hustles and corruptions. Most of all, he was tired of being a holdout, a sole survivor, the last coconut hanging on the last palm tree on the last atoll in the path of.. | Michael Chabon | ||
| ea98f4c | Huh-uh," Archy said, not trying to charm or work her anymore, the deep 1978 El Cerrito-apartment sullenness starting to seep out of him as he remembered how Luther and Valletta used to leave him there all night by himself, nothing on the television but Wolfman Jack and some movie where a shark-toothed devil doll was biting Karen Black on the ankles." | Michael Chabon | ||
| 7385951 | Fatherhood impose[s] an obligation that [is] more than your money, your body, or your time, a presence neither physical nor measurable by clocks: open-ended, eternal, and invisible, like the commitment of gravity to the stars. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 804936e | But there was nothing at all safe about marriage. It was a doubtful enterprise, a voyage in an untested craft, across a hostile ocean, with a map that was a forgery and with no particular destination but the grave. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 47c2776 | Coxley, a small college on the other side of the minor Pennsylvania river that split our town in two. His real name was Albert Vetch, and his field, I believe, was Blake; I remember he kept a framed print of the Ancient of Days affixed to the faded flocked wallpaper of his room, above a | Michael Chabon | ||
| c95ebc2 | Landsman has put a lot of work into the avoidance of having to understand concepts like that of the eruv, but he knows that it's a typical Jewish ritual dodge, a scam run on God, that controlling motherfucker. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 2336075 | Undressing her was an act of recklessness, a kind vandalism, like releasing a zoo full of animals, or blowing up a dam. | Michael Chabon | ||
| d2ce21b | He looked like a man dangerously addicted to the correction of mistaken people. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 05a0422 | Sometimes even lovers of fiction can be satisfied only by the truth. I | Michael Chabon | ||
| 56d0650 | Over the years I'd surrendered many vices, among them whiskey, cigarettes, and the various non-Newtonian drugs, but marijuana and I remained steadfast companions. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 626dab0 | The city was new again, and newly dangerous, and I would walk the streets quickly, eyes averted from those of passersby, like a spy in the employ of lust and happiness, carrying the secret deep within me but always on the tip of my tongue. | love sex | Michael Chabon | |
| 56ef987 | because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second. I | Michael Chabon | ||
| a63f8c0 | Then he saw that in gun-colored ink on the inside of her left arm, she bore the recent history, in five digits, of her life, her family, and the world. He | Michael Chabon | ||
| b7cd50c | I was afraid that I had made a profound, irrevocable mistake, and that, as in a fantastic tale, if I did not find something firm and magical to grab a hold of right that moment we would both be swallowed up by a noisome gang of black shapes and evil black birds. | Michael Chabon | ||
| ffeecc1 | She believed that it was important to put trust in children, to hand over the reins to them from time to time, to let them decide things for themselves. | Michael Chabon | ||
| c110b8a | I DRANK FOR YEARS, and then I stopped drinking and discovered the sad truth about parties. A sober man at a party is lonely as a journalist, implacable as a coroner, bitter as an angel looking down from heaven. There's something purely foolish about attending any large gathering of men and women without benefit of some kind of philter or magic dust to blind you and weaken your critical faculties. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 454d16d | It was at these times that he began to understand, after all those years of study and performance, of feats and wonders and surprises, the nature of magic. The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scettered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But every.. | Michael Chabon | ||
| 41b7945 | From his corner office on the ground floor of the St. Cyril station house, Inspector Dick has a fine view of the parking lot. Six Dumpsters plated and hooped like iron maidens against bears. Beyond the Dumpsters a subalpine meadow, and then the snow! capped ghetto wall that keeps the Jews at bay. Dick is slouched against the back of his two-thirds-scale desk chair, arms crossed, chin sunk to his chest, star!ing out the casement window. Not .. | Michael Chabon | ||
| afddd05 | It was then that Max, who had never before in all this time considered the matter, realized that all men, no matter what their estate, were in possession of shining immortal souls. | Michael Chabon | ||
| b4955e0 | writers--like insomniacs--are so accident-prone, so obsessed with the calculus of bad luck and missed opportunities, so liable to rumination and a concomitant inability to let go of a subject, even when urged repeatedly to do so. | Michael Chabon | ||
| b6c7245 | Sammy could not have known that one day he would come to regard all the things that their loving each other had seemed to put at so much risk--his career in comic books, his relations with his family, his place in the world--as the walls of a prison, an airless, lightless keep from which there was no hope of escape. Sammy had long since ceased to value the security that he had once been so reluctant to imperil. | Michael Chabon | ||
| de9df91 | We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we figure he just wandered off and maybe got run over." "The perpetrator." "No, the dog." | Michael Chabon | ||
| 281eeef | Although in the past I had seen a few exchanges of genuine affection between them, the Warshaw men were awkward and ill at ease with each other. | Michael Chabon | ||
| d1636ac | My grandparents forgave each other with the pragmatism of lovers in a plummeting airplane. There would be ample time for reproach in the event of their survival. | Michael Chabon | ||
| a7c4eb2 | He had yet to fall in love to the degree that he felt he was capable of falling, had never written villanelles or declaration veiled in careful metaphor, nor sold his blood plasma to buy champagne or jonquils, nor haunted a mailbox or a phone booth or a certain cafe, nor screamed his beloved's name in the streets at three in the morning, heedless of the neighbors. | Michael Chabon |