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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 539f053 | bgdhr `shqt jry shwd w jzh ndh khh tHt t'thyr `shqy bshd khh mmkhn st mtqblan bhdst awry. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| e8b8fa6 | Members of a cohesive group feel warmth and comfort in the group and a sense of belongingness; they value the group and feel in turn that they are valued, accepted, and supported by other members. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| b848d69 | Papa was no longer fixing a carburetor: he was setting up a greasy little Cuban missile base smack-dab in the middle of Mama's immaculate Washington, D.C. It was a flagrant act of war. | David James Duncan | ||
| 56d555d | This man obviously contained some sort of catalytic converter that rendered the filth of his language as natural and inoffensive as dirt in a garden. | David James Duncan | ||
| 081ef43 | She might be all right, Freddy said. But she sure is dead. | David James Duncan | ||
| 1aba6b7 | I didn't hurt anymore, didn't feel like hiding anymore, wasn't scared anymore. Because I wasn't anything anymore. Not anything I love or know or care about. Because thou shalt not kill, Kade. Thou shalt not kill. With all my heart I believed this. And I killed. So what am I now? And why should I live? How am I even alive? Because if this is what our lives are - if doing this to others before they do it unto us is all our lives are - we're a.. | vietnam war | David James Duncan | |
| 0bbf166 | Not a Saint!" Akasha proclaimed, in bricks. "This is the Tomb of God Incarnate!" "Always did figure that sucker was dead," muttered Waites." | David James Duncan | ||
| 4cbf00e | Hearing this, the woman skooched her legs around each other, jingled her bells, leaned toward Everett till their shoulders touched, and laughed and squirmed the sorts of laughs and squirms that Jehovah may have witnessed on the day He created misogyny. The Cosmos kept its balance, though, because Everett was meanwhile leering the sort of testicular leer that Kali may well have had in mind when She inspired Man to create asbestos, carcinogen.. | David James Duncan | ||
| 0e104ab | I simply knew, via song, sunlight, redwings and cottonwoods, that there was a world I was born to live in, that the men I was standing beside lived in another, and that as long as I remembered this their words would never hurt me again. | David James Duncan | ||
| 9c72ddd | Sinner" and "saint" are waves of differing size and magnitude on the surface of the same sea. Each is a natural outcome of forces in the universe; each is governed by time and causation. Nobody is utterly lost, and nobody need despair" | David James Duncan | ||
| 1a7e33b | Sinner' and 'saint' are waves of differing size and magnitude on the surface of the same sea. Each is a natural outcome of forces in the universe; each is governed by time and causation. Nobody is utterly lost, and nobody need despair. | saint sinner | David James Duncan | |
| 356face | There were some crucial things Vera's parents were forgetting about crosses, was what Peter said. One was that Jesus was nailed to His by enemies, not by Mary and Joseph. And another, he said, was that it killed Him. Christ's cross killed Him. We've got to remember what crosses are, Peter said. They're not just decorations on steeples. They're murder weapons, he said, the same as guns, or gas chambers, or electric chairs. | David James Duncan | ||
| d6eda83 | People who vote for candidates bought by private business interests are not politically free in any real sense. | David James Duncan | ||
| 7e0ca05 | Perhaps [God] resided only above England. Or perhaps He had retired and now lived quietly in some remote Condominium Galaxy where He enjoyed a game of intergalactic golf now and again, deftly driving, pitching and putting stars into eighteen black holes in space, loosing devils on us whenever He scored a bogey. Or perhaps He hid behind every tree, rock and bush, or was closer than my very breath. Whatever He did, however He did it, Whoever .. | David James Duncan | ||
| cafb46e | IN HIS 2005 COLLECTION of essays Going Sane, Adam Phillips makes a keen observation. "Babies may be sweet, babies may be beautiful, babies may be adored," he writes, "but they have all the characteristics that are identified as mad when they are found too brazenly in adults." He lists those characteristics: Babies are incontinent. They don't speak our language. They require constant monitoring to prevent self-harm. "They seem to live the ex.. | Jennifer Senior | ||
| 9b9d71d | Max dijo "QUIETOS" y los amanso con el truco magico de mirar fijamente a los ojos amarillos de todos ellos sin pestanear una sola vez y se asustaron y dijeron que era el mas monstruo de todos." | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 7e368ee | Se acabo!" dijo Max, y envio a los monstruos a la cama sin cenar. Y Max, el rey de todos los monstruos se sintio solo y queria estar donde alguien lo quisiera mas que a nadie. Entonces desde el otro lado del mundo lo envolvio un olor de comida rica y ya no quiso ser el rey del lugar donde viven los monstruos." | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 1a8f1b5 | I will lead you by a shorter way. You will be with your mother soon, but you will find the going hard. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| fc43a3b | At the end of the forest the guardian angel pointed to the village and said: 'There you will find your mother. She is sitting outside the house, thinking of you. Go now. From here on, you won't be able to see me.' The child went to the village, but it looked strange and unfamiliar to her. In among the houses she knew, there were others she had never seen before; the trees looked different, and there was no trace of damage the enemy had done.. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 6862516 | I remember my own childhood vividly ... I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them.' Maurice Sendak, | Neil Gaiman | ||
| a5b56d0 | Man is pushed by drives, but he is pulled by values -- Viktor Frankl | Ryan Holiday | ||
| 4d9a54f | Art history is so often about looking at the people who made the art; but I realized at that moment there were also stories to be told about the people who made the things that made the art. My | Victoria Finlay | ||
| c2e20d9 | Hydrox cookies (what happened to them? They used to be so good. Sugar. No doubt they're leaving out sugar) | Ann Beattie | ||
| 4f9b5f8 | Might as well wear loafers without socks. Or take out a membership at the Reading Room on the path above the beach--the Reading Room, where the joke was that there wasn't a book in the entire place. | Ann Beattie | ||
| bc3d81c | This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a winter with her lover in the country. This, of course, is the barest outline, and futile to discuss. It's as pointless as throwing birdseed on the ground while snow still falls fast. Who expects small things to survive when even the largest get lost? People forget years and remember moments. Seconds and symbols are left to sum things up.. | memory | Ann Beattie | |
| 3107e84 | I wasn't the sort of person who struck up conversations with strangers. | Ann Beattie | ||
| db3a22c | When we came in she had her chair sideways, without even looking up to know that it was us, that the doctors had said that sitting and staring at the snow was a waste of time; she should get involved in something. She laughed and told us it wasn't a waste of time. It would be a waste of time just to stare at snowflakes, but she was counting, and even that might be a waste of time, but she was only counting the ones that were just alike | chilly-scenes-of-winter | Ann Beattie | |
| 5b86d69 | Adirondacks must sit in those uncomfortable wooden chairs with the seats tilted so deeply backward that your knees sprang up like a ventriloquist's dummy as the wood pressed into the back of your thighs. Otherwise, why would they be so named? | Ann Beattie | ||
| 64a5f01 | Startled starlings flew up out of the high grass, their black whorl a little tornado that did not touch down and therefore did no damage. They disappeared like a momentary perception above Yancey's head, fanning out and flying west. Or like the clotted words crammed into a cartoon bubble. | Ann Beattie | ||
| 3c55d4a | When misfortune accumulated, I could feel now, it strafed you to the thinness of a nightgown, sheared you to the sheerness of a slip. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| e09eacd | Oh, the beautiful smiles of the insane. Soon, he was sure, there would be a study that showed that the mentally ill were actually more attractive than other people. Dating proved it! | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 4478aed | His eyes were caught in the headlights of something - foreign policy? | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 7699f29 | If dolphins tasted good," he said, "we wouldn't even know about their language." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 93bfd02 | In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories. A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing underneath. | people | Lorrie Moore | |
| 6e1698a | That was also back in the days when I thought the ice-cream man lived in his truck | Lorrie Moore | ||
| b064646 | These were the sorts of notions that had been raised in all my classes, and we had chased them round and round like dogs maddened by their tails. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| d91dd3f | I once murdered someone and American Express covered everything. | neoliberalism | Lorrie Moore | |
| 7186753 | No, we're not getting married," I told my mother on the phone when she asked. "He's going to California and I'm staying here." Usually she doesn't phone. Usually she just does things like send me notes with histrionic scrawlings that read, "Well, you know, I can't use these," and along with the notes she encloses coupons for Kotex or Midol." | menopause | Lorrie Moore | |
| 68014d7 | She came to this California university for one reason, she reminds herself: the paycheck. Although every time the paycheck arrives the amount taken out in taxes for a single woman with no dependents is so huge it stuns her. The money starts to feel like an insult: For this, she thinks, I've uprooted my life? Whatever money she might save, moreover, she usually spends trying to console herself. And it is hard to make any job financially wort.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| b128fb5 | What I really felt was this: chopped down like a tree, a new feeling, and I was realizing that all new feelings from here on in would probably be bad ones. Surprises would no longer be good. And feelings might take on actual physical form, like those sad fish lips, a mouth speared into a gasping silence, or worse. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| f87166a | A veteran of the gender wars. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 52067b7 | Her parents had gone from a couple who would be different, who would be better than anyone, who were determined to be better than most, to a couple who would be different because they were worse. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 1d19d7d | That's not the one you were thinking of?" "No." There was accusation in her voice. "Mine was different," -- | Lorrie Moore | ||
| b7ef961 | A smile, a weird one, nestled in his mouth like an egg. | Lorrie Moore |