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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f07621c | Why would any writer in her right mind ever consider making a movie instead? That's like going from being a monk or a nun to serving as a camp counselor for hundreds of problem children. | funny | Amy Tan | |
| ecb5b3d | Why does love end so quickly and hatred last without end? | Amy Tan | ||
| 3a57662 | The moment is altered as soon as I try to capture it, so for me, it's impossible." How true, I thought. Moments are gone as soon as you think about them." | Amy Tan | ||
| 97276ce | Even though I did not understand her entire story, I understood her grief. In one small moment we had both lost the world, and there was no way to get it back. | Amy Tan | ||
| efc0381 | I also found out why I should never reveal the "why" to others. A little knowledge withheld is a great advantage one should store for future use. That is the power of chess. It is a game of secrets in which one must show and never tell." | Amy Tan | ||
| 63c5e43 | My mother believed in God's will for many years. It was as if she had turned on a celestial faucet and goodness kept pouring out. She said it was faith that kept all these good things coming our way, only I thought she said "fate," because she couldn't pronounce the "th" sound in "faith." And later, I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control." | Amy Tan | ||
| 31f9b8f | And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good. | Amy Tan | ||
| 9959675 | I had always assumed we had an unspoken understanding about these things: that she didn't really mean I was a failure, and I really meant I would try to respect her opinions more. | Amy Tan | ||
| 0b440ba | Una persona ha de reflexionar sobre el origen de las cosas. Cada comienzo conduce a un fin determinado. | Amy Tan | ||
| d2c6f84 | And in my family, there were two pillars of beliefs: Christian faith on my father's side, Chinese fate on my mother's. Picture these two ideologies as you might the goalposts of a soccer field, faith at one end, fate at the other, and me running between them trying to duck whatever dangerous missile had been launched in the air. | Amy Tan | ||
| dd78e09 | One glimpse of that glistening, tan back, those rangy shoulders, the sweat-slicked black hair, and his libido woke up and started to pray to Cialis, goddess of horny middle-aged men. | Amy Lane | ||
| 8872552 | The harvest was a wild living thing that you were trying to tame while all the while it was dragging you behind, arms out, flailing, in the chase. But here was the miracle: Despite the chaos, the lack of planning, the bad feeling between Sherwood and my father, there was also an overriding unity of purpose, a reverence for the family history, a love for the soil within the property lines. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 9305a01 | Emma, Emma, Emma," I said, wishing I could somehow teach her to take the smaller blows of life in her stride." | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 17a0502 | There were moments, I could now see, when it was understandable to completely go off your rocker. The easiest and most reasonable and maybe proper thing to do in the world, to lose hold of yourself. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 189772a | Miss Finch said she meant to listen to new books as well as her old favorites, even the ones that pierced her heart, before she departed this world. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 6dfec5f | Still, it is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| d9de69a | I think my mind is going. It is changing into a cranial junkyard. I have a huge pile of rusty tin cans the size of Mount Everest and about a million old cars that are going nowhere but between my ears. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 77d783c | It's all right," she said. "It's all right." That was really a very nice sound. There should be a bird that does that: that sings when you are impotent." | Richard Brautigan | ||
| b070f12 | One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 33e3027 | Then they decided that the fleas that lived on Siamese cats would probably be more intelligent than the fleas that lived on just ordinary alley cats. It only made sense that drinking intelligent blood would make intelligent fleas. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 7de42fb | Ac olmadigim halde menuye baktim. bir menuye bakmayali yillar olmustu. Menu bana gunaydin dedi, ben de ona gunaydin diyerek karsilik verdim. Hayatimizi menulerle konusarak gecirebiliriz dogrusu. | günaydın menü | Richard Brautigan | |
| f220f3e | Kadinlar neden buna benzer bedenleri olmasini isterler bir turlu anlamiyorum. Ne kadar acayip gorunuyor, onlar da kalkip boyle bir bedene sahip olmak icin deli gibi ugrasiyorlar, ne pahasina olursa olsun, diyetlere, ameliyatlara, ignelere, acik sacik ic camasirlariyla bu lanet olasi seylerden birini elde etmek icin cabaliyorlar ve her seyi deneyip de basarili olamazlarsa sahtesini yapiyor o ahmak surtukler. Pekala, burada bedava bir tane va.. | beden sürtük vida | Richard Brautigan | |
| 729f5ba | Voluntary Quicksand I read the Chronicle this morning as if I were stepping into voluntary quicksand and watched the news go over my shoes with forty-four more days of spring. Kent State America May 7, 1970 | ohio | Richard Brautigan | |
| 3be0516 | Everything smelled of sheep. The dandelions were suddenly more sheep than flower, each petal reflecting wool and the sound of a bell ringing off the yellow. But the thing that smelled the most like sheep, was the very sun itself. When the sun went behind a cloud, the smell of the sheep decreased, like standing on some old guy's hearing aid, and when the sun came back again, the smell of the sheep was loud, like a clap of thunder inside a co.. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| f90863b | Predi da izliaza, proverikh da ne bi da s'm zabravil neshcho. Razbira se, che ne biakh. Tolkova malko neshcha pritezhavakh na tozi sviat, che kakvo, po diavolite, da zabravia? | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 5fb7597 | Iskam da otkradnete edin trup ot morgata. Drugo ne kaza... - Gotovo - kazakh. Ako sumata e dostat'chno interesna, utre shche ostavia na praga ti i trupa na Eibrakham Link'ln zaedno s's sutreshniia vestnik. Tochno tova iskashe da chue tia. - Kak vi zvuchi khiliada dolara? - popita me damata. - Za khiliada dolara - kazakh - tsialo grobishche shche ti dom'kna. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 176275a | people need a little loving and, God, sometimes it's sad all the shit they have to go through to find some. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 695b1ce | We're just like you,' the other tiger said. 'We speak the same language you do. We think the same thought. But we're tigers.' 'You could help me with arithmetic,' I said. 'What's that?' one of the tigers said. 'My arithmetic.' 'Oh, your arithmetic.' 'Yeah.' 'What do you want to know?' one of the tigers said. 'What's nine times nine?' 'Eighty-one,' a tiger said. 'What's eight times eight?' 'Fifty-six,' a tiger said. I asked them half of doze.. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 3df0e59 | Sanirim kim oldugumu merak edip duruyorsun, ama surekli bir adi olmayanlardanim. Adim sana bagli. Aklindan ne gecerse bana oyle seslen. Cok eskiden olmus bir sey dusunuyorsan; diyelim biri sana bir soru sordu, sen de yanitini bilmiyordun. Benim adim bu. Belki de bardaktan bosanir gibi yagmur yagiyor. Benim adim bu. Ya da biri senden bir sey yapmani istedi. Istedgini yaptin. Gelgelelim yaptiginin yanlis bir sey oldugunu soylediler-"bagisla.. | richard-brautigan yky | Richard Brautigan | |
| 813f2f3 | He died on his return to New York. He died on the gangplank, just a few feet away from America. He didn't quite make it. His hat did though. It rolled off his head and down the gang-plank and landed, plop, on America. Poor devil. I heard it was his heart, but the way the Chinese dentist described the business, it could have been his teeth. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| a64c218 | He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so. | old-man | Richard Brautigan | |
| 4414d64 | We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink. | blinking | Richard Brautigan | |
| 0eec0d1 | our father used to tell us stories about a bookworm named Wally. Wally, a squiggly little vermicule with a red baseball cap, didn't merely like books. He ate them. | bookworm | Anne Fadiman | |
| 5d10a64 | But like balloons, they were excessively buoyant, and if you weren't careful, they floated away. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| c3978a8 | When Pang was barely out of toddlerhood, she zoomed in and out of the apartment unsupervised, playing with plastic bags and, on occasion, with a large butcher knife. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| a7decbd | The problem with being ravished by books at an early age is that later rereadings are often likely to disappoint. "The sharp luscious flavor, the fine is fled," Hazlitt wrote, "and nothing but the stalk, the bran, the husk of literature is left." Terrible words, but it can happen. You become harder to move, frighten, arouse, provoke, jangle. Your education becomes an interrogation lamp under which the hapless book, its every wart and scar.. | rereading | Anne Fadiman | |
| 8566a39 | The chambermaid believed in courtly love. A book's physical self was sacrosanct to her, its form inseparable from its content; her duty as a lover was Platonic adoration, a noble but doomed attempt to conserve forever the state of perfect chastity in which it had left the bookseller. | books mint-condition | Anne Fadiman | |
| 249f1a3 | One night when I was pregnant with Henry, I lay in bed thinking for some reason, about "Treasure Island." I realized that from the entire book there was only one sentence I remembered verbatim, something that Ben Gunn, who has been marooned for three years, says to Jim Hawkins: "Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese -- toasted mostly." I repeated the last two words over and over again, like a mantra. "Toasted, mostly. Toasted mostly... | humor | Anne Fadiman | |
| 5a27804 | The European immigrants who emerged from the Ford Motor Company melting pot came to the United States because they hoped to assimilate into mainstream American society. The Hmong came to the United States for the same reason they had left China in the nineteenth century: because they were trying to resist assimilation. | immigration | Anne Fadiman | |
| 2767eb6 | Conquergood considered his relationship with the Hmong to be a form of barter, "a productive and mutually invigorating dialog, with neither side dominating or winning out." In his opinion, the physicians and nurses at Ban Vinai failed to win the cooperation of the camp inhabitants because they considered the relationship one-sided, with the Westerners holding all the knowledge. As long as they persisted in this view, Conquergood believed th.. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 9577c59 | Every Hmong has a different version of what is commonly called "The Promise": a written or oral contract, made by CIA personnel in Laos, that if they fought for the Americans, the Americans would aid them if the Pathet Lao won the war. After risking their lives to rescue downed American pilots, seeing their villages flattened by incidental American bombs, and being forced to flee their country because they had supported the "American War," .. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 7429984 | Also, although the great majority of the letters I've received from Hmong readers have been positive, most of the negative ones have criticized me for telling a story that was not mine to tell. I am no lover of identity politics; I believe that anyone should be allowed to write about anyone. Still, I would have harbored the same proprietary resentment had I been they. It was exactly how I felt thirty years ago, when women's voices were hard.. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 5b09e63 | her father had built from ax-hewn planks thatched with bamboo and grass. The floor was dirt, but it was clean. Her mother, Foua, sprinkled it regularly with | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 5a64730 | When you think about Laos and about not having enough food and those dirty and torn-up clothes, you don't want to think. Here it is a great country. You are comfortable. You have something to eat. But you don't speak the language. You depend on other people for welfare. If they don't give you money you can't eat, and you would die of hunger. What I miss in Laos is that free spirit, doing what you want to do. You own your own fields, your ow.. | Anne Fadiman |