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| c9f44d3 | Some people, when they do someone a favor, are always looking for a chance to call it in. And some aren't, but they're still aware of it--still regard it as a debt. But others don't even do that. They're like a vine that produces grapes without looking for anything in return . . . after helping others . . . They just go on to something else . . . We should be like that. --Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor A | Adam M. Grant | ||
| 68f9eb3 | The first follower is what transforms a lone nut into a leader." - Quoting Derek Sivers" | innovation leadership peer-pressure | Adam M. Grant | |
| 537c9c2 | Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness. | Adam M. Grant | ||
| b6543d8 | above all, I want to demonstrate that success doesn't have to come at someone else's expense." In" | Adam M. Grant | ||
| ec47d2c | When I put up a slide that says 'Here's why you shouldn't buy this company,' the first response was laughter. Then you could see them physically relax. It's sincere; it doesn't smell, feel, or look anything like sales. They're no longer being sold. | Adam M. Grant | ||
| 79a054a | We prefer the regular photos of our friends, because that's how we're used to seeing them, but we like the inverted photos of ourselves, because that's how we see ourselves when we look in the mirror. "Familiarity doesn't breed contempt," says serial entrepreneur Howard Tullman. "It breeds comfort." | Adam M. Grant | ||
| bdab527 | is to read things that are not yet on the page. Edwin Land of Polaroid talked about the intersection of the humanities and science. I like that intersection. There's something magical about that place. There are a lot of people innovating, and that's not the main distinction of my career. The reason Apple resonates with people is that there's a deep current of humanity in our innovation. I think great artists and great engineers are similar.. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| 965d930 | Don't get so holy, Pearce. Life isn't holy. | page-37 true | James Edwin Gunn | |
| 2e00d54 | And a pencil-line drawing of a house. And under a piece of Scotch tape a ring, just a cheap ring with a blue glass stone. , it read. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 1a8079a | Alan, as per his usual routine, got up early and peeked into my rom to check on me. What he found were his teenage stepdaughter and her childhood sweetheart curled up in the same bed, sound asleep and draped all over each other. He hissed my name, alarmed: "Jenna!" "Wha-?" I sat straight up, immediately aware of what was happening and how it all looked. I clambered over Cameron, who was just coming to consciousness, and followed Alan into t.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 036d36b | Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end? | Sara Zarr | ||
| 0eea446 | counted because things in my life had a way of disappearing on me, and I'd learned not to trust what I thought was there. What | Sara Zarr | ||
| 8308b3e | Why do people...we...why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love? He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. 'I guess...because there's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard or painful or whatever obscure the beauty. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 63caa20 | Trust me, Jennifer. Just...trust me." I drove another block or two. "Why should I?" "Why shouldn't you?" But I knew it wasn't his fault, any more than it was mine. It wasn't like either of us had control over our lives. We were at the mercy of our parents, both of us. Anyway, I'd already turned the car toward the freeway entrance. I turned on the car radio and we drove twenty minutes without talking. When the exit finally came into view, u.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 789b0db | He crouched down next to me. I put my hand on the hem of his jeans. It was the first time I'd touched him since that day in the cafeteria line. "I've got so much to tell you," he said, so quietly I almost couldn't hear. "Been thinking about how to even start." "Start anywhere," I whispered. "I just want to know." "I feel like I've already told you everything, in a way. I've been talking to you in my head for eight years, writing epics and s.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| dab2bc0 | There was a present on the front seat of Ethan's car, a Gap box tied with a white ribbon. "Happy birthday, Jenna," Ethan said, leaning over to kiss me, his lips cool from the iced chai he stopped for every morning. I opened the box and pulled out an orange sweater with a cream-colored stripe down the arms. "Thank you. I love it." "I know," he said, pulling away from the curb. "That's what you said when you handed it to me at the store and t.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 0c5118a | Ethan didn't know anything about the fat girl, the Cootie Twin, the loner and reject. The only person who had ever picked Jennifer Harris was Cameron Quick, and sometimes when I was with Ethan I felt the smallest twinge of guilt, like being with him was a betrayal. The one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything he'd done for me and what we'd been through together, even if that loyalty was to a ghost.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 606e6b7 | We don't have to do this," I said. His jaw set in a way that reminded me of how he'd look some times back in grade school, standing around the fringes of s kickball game or on that bench by Mr. Lloyd's room. "We do, though." I shook my head, staring at the house. Right then, a woman walked out, carrying a bag of trash. "Let's ask her if we can go in," Cameron said. "Go ?" He turned to me. "Yeah." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Shouldn't.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 8f174a0 | Where do you think you're going? I turn to see him, Cameron's dad. He is tall, a lot taller than my mom and most of the teachers at school, and has Cameron's big eyes. he says, studying me with a smile. He sounds nicer now. Maybe he's just a regular dad, maybe what I heard him saying to Cameron before wasn't really mean, maybe it was like a joke. I don't know how fathers are. Mine's been gone since I was two years old. Maybe they are like.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 8bcf8fc | At the corner of K street and Fourth Avenue, I slowed down to let a pedestrian cross, a boy around my age. Maybe because he was so tall or maybe because of the way he walked-with a determined leaving into the cold-I couldn't take my eyes off him. His face was angled away from the car, and I got this strange urge to make him turn around so I could see it. I pressed my hand to the horn, but no sound came out, which was a relief. What was I th.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| bc261fa | reigning Miss Predictability," Steph said, "proudly representing the fine state of Utah." "My inability to be spontaneous is part of my charm." "It's true. You wouldn't be you otherwise." | Sara Zarr | ||
| 5f4b1ab | Why did you come back to Salt Lake?" I knew the answer before I asked the question and he knew I knew, and it was like you could see the shadow of it hanging there between us. "I needed to see you," he finally said. "It's hard to explain." "You don't have to." "I tried telling my mom once what happed that day. Showed her the hole in the window screen and Moe and even after that she said it was complicated, that my dad's a complicated man an.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 2486e8a | I had no doubt in my mind that I loved Alice (Tom Ward). | Joseph Delaney | ||
| eb5eaaf | I don't understand, Jenna, why you couldn't give him a ride home?" Mom struck the archetypal Mom pose-hands on hips, perplexed look on face, head tilted at that angle. "He walked home in the pouring rain. With a cold, I might add." "I didn't know he had a cold. I was at the JCC with Steph," I said, knowing that was not going to fly. Cameron padded into the kitchen on bare feet, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. "It's fine," he said. "I d.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| bcf9f96 | Do you ever feel helpless?" "Helpless, useless, clueless. And old. Don't forget old." | Sara Zarr | ||
| 6b95690 | Does all this have anything to do with Cameron coming back?" "Basically." She didn't put any letters down. Our game had effectively stopped. "I know you might think you want to be with Cameron that way," she said, "but remember it's been such a short time that he's been back, and-" "It's not that." "Are you sure?" "I don't picture us together, like a couple. It's more like..." "Like a brother?" "Mom, could you just listen?" She clamped her .. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 031524d | The doorbell rang during dinner. Alan got up to answer, saying, "If it's the missionaries I might let them in. I'm too tired to put up a fight." | Sara Zarr | ||
| 599339f | We're going to trick-or-treat," she said. "I don't care how old we are. We are going to exploit the free candy situation to its maximum potential because it might be our last chance, ever." | Sara Zarr | ||
| 6718e73 | Watching Cameron come toward us I could see why Katy used the words "hot" and "gorgeous" to describe him-he definitely had nice hair and a long, lean body with broad shoulders, and the eyes. I wondered what Jordana would think now if she saw him. He set his tray on the end of the table, not particularly near any of us. "Everyone," I said, "this is Cameron Quick." Ethan stood to reach over the table and shake his hand. "Hey. I'm Ethan." "We .. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 8623e76 | That's what music did. It made you feel. ... Music, her grandfather always told her, was language. A special language, a gift from the Muses, something all people are born understanding but few people can thoroughly translate. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 6b9a4a1 | I think about how there are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. I don't mean the usual faint impression...And I don't just mean that they change you. A lot of people can change you...It's the change you remember, the firsts and what they meant, not really the people...I'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much apart of you as your own SOUL. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing,.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 76cedbf | I won't drink at the party," he said quickly. "If you don't want me to, I won't. I swear it right now. My hand is on a stack of Bibles." I paused. "That's very chivalrous." "Chivalrous would be my middle name, if I could spell it." | Sara Zarr | ||
| b482ec1 | When do you think you're leaving?" I asked. "I don't know. Probably soon. Got what I came here for." "Even though we didn't go back to your old house?" "That was only part of it," he said. "Not the main thing." A few more big flakes of snow drifted down from the starlit sky. "And what was the main thing?" "This," he said. "Right here." | Sara Zarr | ||
| c9a3877 | So, Cameron," Steph continued, "auditions for the school play are next week. You should come. We need more males of the species to try out." "Not my thing," Cameron said. "okay, so you don't want to be onstage. You could be backstage." "With Jenna," Gil said helpfully. "She's the stage manager-" Ethan talked over Gil. "But if it's not our thing," he said, "it's not your thing. You don't even have to a thing if you don't want." "Right," Ka.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 0195088 | They're lucky," I said. I was already imagining our good-bye-we'd both cry, we'd have a good long hug, we'd say things we might be scared to say if we knew we had to look each other in the eye the next day. "I don't know about that. I can be a pain." He laughed then, and bit into a donut. "You might have noticed." I laughed, too. "Might have." | Sara Zarr | ||
| 8554fc4 | Remember that time we got snowed in at school? Everyone had to wait for their parents to get them, but our parents didn't come." "God," I said, "I'd forgotten. Why can't I remember any of this stuff without being reminded?" "School bus driver had to take us home eventually. We were the only two kids on the bus." "I can picture us," I said, "sitting next to each other on that backseat. It's such a sad scene, really." I felt him look at me. ".. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 49bb36c | You have to dig down and find some part of you that doesn't care what people think, doesn't care if it's hard, doesn't care if it hurts, doesn't care if you have to momentarily experience humiliation, uncertainty, fear. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 25d1cf2 | I can't believe this crap. Jolly ranchers? Gummy worms?" Katy rifled through the pile of candy she'd dumped onto Steph's floor. "Where's the chocolate? Where's the candy corn?" "I Jolly Rangers," Steph said, helping herself to Katy's rejects, her boobs in danger of breaking loose from her Renaissance dress. Gil watched, fascinated. "Remind me who you are again?" "Um, Juliet? From " She popped a candy into her mouth. "Shakespeare?" "Did t.. | Sara Zarr | ||
| 1d7f1f9 | The sight of them (her friends) let a little air into her soul. | Sara Zarr | ||
| dc8fe7e | Stuff happens to most people. One thing going wrong, I mean. One family member missing a chance to help. One who cuts you off. One person with her own shit to deal with. One of those things isn't enough to send you falling through the cracks. But all of them together, they accumulate. An abandoned mother here. A missing uncle there. A disappearing father 2 generations back. A friendship broken by fear or mistrust or addiction. Genes that ma.. | sisters | Sara Zarr | |
| 42e5035 | We had this time. We had this little bit of time together for being honest. It felt sharp and finite, like it could end any second without warning. "I know you want me to be different than I am," I said. "But you could have helped me be more of what you wanted by actually talking to me. Telling me things." | sisters | Sara Zarr | |
| 9901c2b | Wind will blow through any chink it can find, flow around any obstacle in its course. Follow the wind's example and let it guide you into those spaces. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 5f0f13c | The happier people become the more I noticed my sadness. | Donna Freitas | ||
| f06dc53 | I guess you could say my mind was injured and that's why I didn't play. | Donna Freitas |