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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9d151f1 | It seems to me that any time there are men making a war, somewhere there are women and children at home waiting and worrying. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 9b5a91b | You cannot apologize for my feelings. You may apologize for your actions | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| b37b198 | We'll I'd like to see the woman that wouldn't defend her kin any way possible, and see what she's made of. Anyone who hasn't got some backbone has no business trying to live in the Territories. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| c6559a6 | It is strange to have this little girl who is my own flesh and blood and yet she seems so separate from me. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 606ddb2 | On every front, the CIA was turning its guerrillas into a far smarter and more lethal fighting force. | George Crile | ||
| aede3f6 | But the terrible truth is that the group of sleeping lions that the United States roused may well have inspired an entire generation of militant young Muslims to believe that the moment is theirs. | George Crile | ||
| 1f1b897 | Operating in the black market is like trying to get laid in a city you don't know. In a strange city, if you have enough money, you're bound to find something, but there might be a disease contracted, you might get rolled or arrested, and there's no telling how much it will cost. With you wife, its predictable and in a steady quantity. | George Crile III | ||
| abdaf8e | From this perspective, we were all divine Shakespeares, creating and playing the roles of muscled heroes and conniving villains, pious saints and debauched sinners, corrupt CEOs and disinterested temp workers. | gnosticism mysticism | Jonathan Talat Phillips | |
| 15a81ed | Maybe the same essential download was also being delivered to other people--a massive, compassionate battalion of us--at the same time. | gnosticism | Jonathan Talat Phillips | |
| a40e587 | Christ wasn't only a yogi; he was an activist, carrying his message to those who most needed it. | christ energy-healing | Jonathan Talat Phillips | |
| 5a2516d | Why build entirely new systems for connecting to Christ consciousness when the institutions--whether Methodist, Lutheran, or Baptist--have already been created? | gnosticism | Jonathan Talat Phillips | |
| fa841bc | The voyage had proved a human and financial disaster. Of the 198 men who rounded the Cape, only 25 returned alive. Worse still, two of the three ships had been lost and the one that did manage to limp into port was carrying not spices but scurvy. Lancaster had proved--if proof was needed--that the spice trade involved risks that London's merchants could ill afford. It was not until they learned that the Dutch had entered the spice race, and.. | nutmeg spice-islands | Giles Milton | |
| 7040a47 | Yet they are unmoved when told of the cruel blow that fortune has dealt them, happy to see out their days on this unknown and unspoiled atoll. They will tell you that the view from their windows is infinitely more magnificent than Manhattan's glittering skyline. | Giles Milton | ||
| 96b4685 | antagonist having one hand strapped behind his back and the other | Giles Milton | ||
| 5383fdb | Realising that Mauritius could be a valuable port of call for Dutch ships Heemskerck put a rooster and some hens ashore and planted orange and lemon seeds, invoking 'the Almighty God's blessing that He may lend His power to make them multiply and grow for the benefit of those who will visit the island after us'. | islands mauritius | Giles Milton | |
| 036e703 | Setting sail from Tidore, his next port of call was the island of Celebes, where he found himself royally entertained by the King of Butung.... This island unknown to the English but Middleton (Captain David Middleton) enjoyed his stay here and found the King a curious fellow who was only to keen to entertain his guests with banquets and sweetmeats. Some meals were novel affairs; the ship's purser found himself eating in a room whose interi.. | explorers islands spice-trade | Giles Milton | |
| 9c97355 | MacKaye never told anyone to get off the stage. Sometimes this encouraged a rapid and irreversible descent into chaos, but usually it just meant a steady stream of stage divers and kids who just wanted a few seconds of attention while they did some silly dance for their buddies. Anarchy, it seemed, could work. | Michael Azerrad | ||
| 39c7ec2 | Music can inspire people to wake up and say, 'Somebody's lying.' This is the point I'd like to make with my music," Watt told Rolling Stone in 1985. "Make you think about what's expected of you, of your friends. What's expected of you by your boss. Challenge those expectations. And your own expectations. Man, you should challenge your own ideas about the world every day." | Michael Azerrad | ||
| 72386bd | Boon and Watt had the bad--or perhaps good--fortune to come of age during one of rock's most abject periods. "That Seventies stuff, the Journey, Boston, Foreigner stuff, it was lame," Watt says. "If it weren't for those type of bands we never would have had the nerve to be a band. But I guess you need bad things to make good things. It's like with farming--if you want to grow a good crop, you need a lot of manure." | Michael Azerrad | ||
| dbb3f7f | I'm not religious about God," Boon agreed, "I'm religious about Man." "We believe in average guys," said Watt. "What happens is, the system makes them all fuckheads." "And I want to try to snap them out of that," said Boon. "That's why I write these songs, OK?" | Michael Azerrad | ||
| e1239c5 | When I peeked out the window into the yard, there was Kurt with some kind of contraption on his head that resembled a tin-foil hat, sneaking around the yard followed by a half a dozen laughing toddlers. Kurt had that million-dollar grin on his face and I could tell he was definitely in nirvana. I guess you could say he was the Pied Piper of compassion. | Michael Azerrad | ||
| 186ed33 | They had the certain knowledge that they were the first American generation to have little hope of doing better than their parents, the generation that would suffer for the fiscal excesses of the Reagan eighties, that spent their entire sexual prime in the shadow of AIDS, that spent their childhoods having nightmares about nuclear war. They felt powerless to rescue an embattled environment and spent most of their lives with either Reagan or.. | Michael Azerrad | ||
| 4c68b5d | When he met Kurt and Chris, he was a saute cook at a seafood restaurant on Bainbridge Island. By night, he partied with his friends, smoking pot, drinking, and doing the potent local acid, which many swear has fried the brains of an entire generation of Bainbridge Islanders. | Michael Azerrad | ||
| 9e88818 | And the twentysomethings are the generation that's been led to believe that they missed out on all the best times. 'That's pretty much the definition of what we are, is punk rockers who weren't into punk rock when it was thriving,' Kurt says. 'All my life, that's been the case, because when I got into the Beatles, the Beatles had been broken up for years and I didn't know it. I was real excited about going to see the Beatles and I found out.. | Michael Azerrad | ||
| 8bd0a6f | The crews of the Viking ships are Danish, Norse, Frisian, and Saxon. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 9feb393 | He has a mouth, lord," Gerbruht said. "I envy him," I said. "Envy him, lord?" "Most of us have to lower our trews to shit." | lord lower mouth shit trews | Bernard Cornwell | |
| da22166 | Ravn had given me much advice and all of it was good, but now, in the night wind, I remembered just one thing he had said to me on the night we first met, something I had never forgotten. Never, he had said, never fight Ubba. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 365c2e4 | I should never have confessed my rank, I thought. Better to be a living slave than a dead ealdorman. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 70d1692 | Yet to complain of the world's unfairness was the same as grumbling that the sun was hot or that the wind sometimes changed its direction. Unfairness existed, it always had and it always would, and the miracle, to Sharpe's eyes, was that some men like Hill and Wellesley, though they had become wealthy and privileged through unfair advantages, were nevertheless superb at what they did. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| eebd879 | All that was needed to get ahead in the world was a bit of sense and the ability to kick a bastard faster than the bastard could kick you, and Richard Sharpe reckoned he had those talents right enough. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 998bc58 | The joy of it. The sword joy. I was dancing with joy, joy seething in me, the battle joy that Ragnar had so often spoken of, the warrior joy. If a man has not known it, then he is no man. It was no battle, that, no proper slaughter, just a thief-killing, but it was my first fight and the gods had moved in me, had given my arm speed and my shield strength, and when it was done, and when I danced in the blood of the dead, I knew I was good. K.. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| bed89df | A man who loves his daughter does not let her go into Wales. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 74861e0 | I'm getting old," I said again, and that was true. I had lived more than fifty years and most men were lucky to see forty. Yet all old age was bringing was the death of dreams." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 5ba3ad7 | I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight for me, that my sword would be their sword. 'We're going to win,' I told my son. I felt as if Odin or Thor had touched me. I had never felt more alive and never felt more certain. I knew there would be no more mistakes and that this was no drea.. | bebbanburg best certainty fight frowning gods laughing me mine mistakes moment odin puzzlement remember son sudden swords thor touched were | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 69eebc9 | and Ravn recited a long poem about some ancient hero who killed a monster and then the monster's mother who was even more fearsome than her son, but I was too drunk to remember much of it. And | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| ec30136 | Am I to deny Mark justice because he is old and gross and ugly? Do youth and beauty deserve perverted justice? What have I fought for all these years, if not to make certain that justice is even-handed? | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 03d7495 | Ensign Fitzgerald had somehow managed to get himself a jewelled sabre that he was now flashing around like a shilling whore given a guinea fan. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 3c011dc | Skin the colour of chestnuts | black-people black-skin brown-skin race | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 2c18a7a | The Holy Grail, the most precious of all Christ's bequests to man, lost these thousand years and more, and he could see it glowing in the sky like shining blood and about it, bright as the glittering crown of a saint, rays of dazzling shimmer filled the heaven. Thomas | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 532a6a7 | We were the wolf pack, we were the killers of Britain, we had fought from the south coast of Wessex to the northern wilds, from the ocean to the sea, and we had never been beaten, and these men knew it. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| bd85b87 | There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war. Spring | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| ce8a95a | It was the year 878, I was twenty-one years old and believed my swords could win me the whole world. I was Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the man who had killed Ubba Lothbrokson beside the sea and who had spilled Svein of the White Horse from his saddle at Ethandun. I was the man who had given Alfred his kingdom back and I hated him. So I would leave him. My path was the sword-path, and it would take me home. I would go north. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 732433b | I wanted to see a pattern in the strands of life. In the end I found one, and it had nothing to do with any god, but with people. With the people we love. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 045318e | the Christian god has nothing better to do than to make rules for us. He | Bernard Cornwell |