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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 31f5117 | Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires. Still, anything can be endured if all humanity is watching. The martyrs prove it. We live in the attention of others. We turn to it as flowers to the sun. | James Salter | ||
| 7fc18f8 | We preserve ourselves as if that were important, and always at the expense of others. We hoard ourselves. We succeed if they fail, we are wise if they are foolish, and we go onward, clutching, until there is no one--we are left with no companion save God. In | James Salter | ||
| f1b5283 | Certains visages vous subjuguent, on s'en detourne avec le sentiment de renoncer meme a respirer. Demain, j'aurai oublie tout ca, se dit-il. Le matin, tout est different, les choses deviennent reelles. | visage | James Salter | |
| 841d07a | What the joys of music were to others, words on a page were to him. | James Salter | ||
| b646f7d | Miyata was fluent and intelligent. Nothing was beyond his curiosity. He seemed to be above the confusion of life, as if he had been commissioned to spend his own in undisturbed judgement of the world about him, protected always by a mandate from the gods. They spoke briefly of Korea and then of the past war with the United States. Miyata had been in Japan for its entire duration and must have been deeply affected, but when he talked about i.. | James Salter | ||
| 650efb9 | He no longer lives in years; he is down to seasons. Finally it will become single nights, each one perilous as a lunar journey. He | James Salter | ||
| adf6d5b | He unrolls names like a splendid carpet. | James Salter | ||
| b8827ff | Events need their invitation, dissolutions their start. | James Salter | ||
| fd58f14 | It was all leaving her in slow, imperceptible movements, like the tide when one's back is turned: everyone, everything she had known. So all of grief and happiness, far from being buried with one, vanished beforehand except for scattered pieces. She lived among forgotten episodes, unknown faces bereft of names, closed off from the very world she had created; that was how it came to be. But I must show nothing of that, she thought. Her child.. | James Salter | ||
| a940141 | Babel werd nooit moe zijn verhalen te herschrijven. Hij zei dat er in een volzin ergens een soort hefboompje zat waarop je de hand kon leggen om er een heel kleine, maar precies goede draai mee te geven, niet te veel, niet te weinig, waarna alles op zijn plaats viel. | James Salter | ||
| 0f10ec2 | The classic decision is always the same, whether to retreat or go on. There comes a time when it is easier to continue upward, when the summit, in fact, is the only way out. At such a moment one must still have strength. | James Salter | ||
| 89a1b9a | Our history, especially that of the great religions, Christianity in particular, has given us a "hidden prejudice" in favor of the "beyond" at the expense of the "here and now" and this must be changed. (quoted from The Age of Atheists" by Peter Watson, p 25)" | god philosophy-of-life purpose-of-life | Luc Ferry | |
| b8bf54a | a useful coorective to the triumphalism of some scientists. For example, Maddox went out of his way to emphasise the provisional nature of much physics - he referred to black holes as 'putative' only, to the search for theories of everything as 'the embodiment of a belief, even a hope' and stated that the reason why the quantum gravity project is 'becalmed' right now is because 'the problem to be solved is not yet fully understood' and that.. | theory-of-everything | Peter Watson | |
| 4ed700c | Before my eyes daily as we sailed way down upon the Suwannee River were visions of spring furrows at Clouds Creek, the warmed earth opened up behind the plow; of wildflowered meadows, cool and verdant, and airy open woods along the shaded creeks, winding southeast to the Edisto. That spring landscape turned forever and away in my mind's eye, changing softly into gold greens of upland summer in that lost land where I was born, the country of.. | Peter Matthiessen | ||
| ef40b58 | This bold energetic man of rare intelligence and enterprise must also be understood as a man undone by his own deep flaws. He was known to drink to grievous excess, for example, which often turned him volatile and violent. On the other hand, his evil repute has been wildly exaggerated by careless journalists and their local informants, who seek to embellish their limited acquaintance with a "desperado"; with the result that the real man has.. | Peter Matthiessen | ||
| afcb562 | Disintegration of a combat unit...usually occurs at the 50% casualty point, and is marked by increasing numbers of individuals refusing to kill in combat.... Motivation and will to kill the enemy has evaporated along with their peers and comrades. --Peter Watson War on the Mind | Dave Grossman | ||
| 98af8a4 | Be fearless. Write what you want. Write how you want. Create art. | writing | Beth Revis | |
| 2d2241d | Watson loved them sour kind of jokes, which I enjoyed myself. I mean, ain't life some kind of a sour joke? Might's well laugh, that's the way him and me seen it, whether nice folks seen the joke or not. One time when Watson caught me grinning along with him, he give a wink and lifted up his hat. | Peter Matthiessen | ||
| d662c6d | Man wants the truth about Ed Watson," Daniels jeered. "Where you aim to find it? Smallwoods'll tell you their truth, Hardens'll tell you theirs. Fat-ass guard out there, he'll tell you his and I'll give you another. Which one you aim to settle for and make your peace with?" | Peter Matthiessen | ||
| 0e490cb | From 1781, by which time Goethe had been in Weimer for six years, he confided to Charlotte that he no longer felt able to address her as "Sie," and must use the more intimate "du." This brought about a sea change. As one critic put it, Goethe's letters now became "prose poems of happy love with few parallels in any literature." | Peter Watson | ||
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| 0c5466c | better-half eleanor-catton soul-mates the-luminaries | Eleanor Catton | ||
| f8dfbb8 | The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself--but you just can't help it. | Joseph Frank | ||
| 731a4c1 | In 1973, the CIA, informed that reporters were sniffing around their affairs, had destroyed all the files concerning Project MK-Ultra. But the CIA is, above all, an enormous bureaucracy. Joseph Rauth was convinced that some traces had to remain of such an important project, which had extended over twenty-five years and involved dozens of directors and a staff of thousands. Under the auspices of the Rockefeller Commission, we were authorized.. | Franck Thilliez | ||
| 4571bf3 | Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see, And let my words be seen and heard By all who turn aside from me. And burn them with my fiery word. | Joseph Frank | ||
| 8cb37c2 | They howled, and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity--like yours--the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which.. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 95bcc61 | Cuando tenia catorce anos, mi padre me llevo a cazar con el, en Colorado, y mate a un alce. Lo hizo para que supiera lo que es quitar una vida, de modo que no dudara en hacerlo cuando lo necesitara. Te estoy diciendo esto ahora, de modo que sepas que no dudare en matarte.(...) Tambien quiero que sepas que no te voy a matar de inmediato. Pero vas a desear que lo hubiese hecho. -Amy | Beth Revis | ||
| baf842c | Ella!" the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence." | sound water | Beth Revis | |
| be9043d | But how can I be disappointed in space? | Beth Revis | ||
| b25e665 | Our masterpieces are Shakespeare and Jane Austen and griots and Murasaki Shikibu, but they're also J.K. Rowling and Chuck Palahnuik and Douglas Adams and Amy Tan and Suzanne Collins and Chinua Achebe. Read. Read them all. Read the books you love, and try to read books you don't. Read the genres you love, but sometimes also read a book outside your comfort zone. Read voraciously. | Beth Revis | ||
| 4ad4428 | More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes, it must pass, but I have no more assurance of moving through time than I have that I am moving through space. In a way, I'm glad: this means perhaps 300 years and 364 days have passed, and tomorrow I will wake up. Sometimes after a cross-country meet or a long day at school, I'd fall into bed with all my clothes on and be out before I knew it. Whe.. | amy-martin beating-heart clock clocks dream fear time | Beth Revis | |
| fb68d84 | Everyone, this is the new girl. Elder knows her. New girl, this is everyone." A few people look up politely; some actually smile. Most, however, look wary at best, disgusted at worse. The nurse closest to me jabs her finger behind her ear and starts whispering to nobody. "What's wrong with her?" I ask Harley as he leads me to the table he was sitting at. "Oh, don't worry, we're all mad here." I giggle, mostly from nerves. "It's a good thing.. | alice-in-wonderland amy-martin cheshire different down-the-rabbit-hole harley introducing mad nerves stranger we-are-all-mad-here | Beth Revis | |
| 51abe09 | All of them?" I ask. I could almost understand her need to awaken her parents, but we don't need to add nearly a hundred frozen people to the cacophony of voices around us." | Beth Revis | ||
| 96bb38e | We're so close we could touch. All it would take is for me to reach out my hand. But neither of us makes a move. | Beth Revis | ||
| 618a9ee | Kayleigh was right. Without the pills, you really do feel nothing. And nothing can be nice. | as-they-slip-away atu-series drugs feeling forgetting kayleigh nothing nothingness numb pills right selene | Beth Revis | |
| 9156d9d | The freedom of our people is more important!" Julie says fiercely. "We will never stop fighting, never stop working for what is right!" Jack just smiles at her. "That's a nice lie to believe," he says." | freedom lies | Beth Revis | |
| 0b31b08 | Ella!" the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence. "Where am I?" I whisper again. The darkness stretches out for eternity. I take a few steps forward, but the feeling is surreal--I cannot tell if I've actually moved or not, because everything is nothing. I feel something wet and warm slide down my cheek, and I touch the tear with my fing.. | darkness death dream reverie stuck trapped | Beth Revis | |
| e654e78 | What you really want to know," I say, "is how to make sure we all don't just rip each other apart, right?" The fight earlier is way too fresh in our minds. We are a powder keg; just a spark will blow us apart." | amy-martin apart atu-series blow bob-martin fight shades-of-earth | Beth Revis | |
| 4fcf89e | All the computers in the world are on a network. They're linked by our cuffs. But I'm a computer. Jack's a computer--Akilah--PA Young--all the cy-clones. We're all computers. You know the great thing about computers? They can be hacked. | computers hacking | Beth Revis | |
| 3e55a62 | And this is what she wants to do to people. Let them have their own lives, until she wants them. Give them the strength of giants, but not the power to control it. | manipulation power | Beth Revis | |
| ea8c73d | As soon as I say the words, I know they were the right ones. My eyes dip down to Dad's memorial plaque. Truth doesn't lie in the heart of fortune... it's under Triumph Towers, where the labs are. | words | Beth Revis | |
| c7c84a8 | And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep. But there is no echo of it in my mind. | oblivion remember | Beth Revis | |
| 40294d6 | I try not to look obvious as I wait for Mom's answer. I feel as if I am on the edge of a knife, my feet being sliced by the blade, teetering toward one side or the other. "Oh, of course!" Mom exclaims, her voice trilling with laughter. "How could I have forgotten?" And now I know. Really know. This woman is not my mother. I don't know who she is, but I know absolutely who she is not." | ella-shepard fake lies scared | Beth Revis | |
| 8374bf5 | I have emotions," I whisper. I am nothing but a black hole of emotions." | Beth Revis |