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Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
55d2876 | And if someone did remember them, someone besides me, that person's account would make them less real, because my memory of them would have to be corrected by facts, which are never considerate of what makes an impression, what stays in the mind after all these years, the very real images that grip me from the erased past and won't let go. | Rachel Kushner | ||
87d4f4f | You have time. Meaning don't use it, but pass through time in patience, waiting for something to come. Prepare for its arrival. Don't rush to meet it. Be a conduit. | Rachel Kushner | ||
cd20e6a | I was not likely to join a cult. That was not the danger I felt in glimpsing the feet of the dead, the bucket from which they drank. It was the proven fact, in the photographed feet, that you could drink death and join it. | Rachel Kushner | ||
85d2a52 | I trusted the need for risk, the importance of honoring it. | Rachel Kushner | ||
1d64084 | At the end of Th Brother's K, Alyosha asks the children to always remember the good feeling they share, in praising and celebrating the life of their beloved dead friend, the lost child. Remember this always, Alyosha says, and he means, as an antidote. Retain the innocence of the most wholesome feeling you ever had in your life. Part of you stays innocent forever. That part of you is worth more than the rest. | Rachel Kushner | ||
1f43903 | it is easier to like difficult people when they are leaving, or already gone. | people likability | Rachel Kushner | |
7b60b39 | It appears to me that our sex is only discussed publicly in a derogatory manner. The respectable woman is doomed to anonymity. | women-in-history womens-rights | Karen Essex | |
9314bdf | Are you ready to be rejoined for all time with your fellow gods? Oh yes, she explained, For not only was he a god, but so were all mortals gods in disguise, divorced from their divine lineage, their true identities, shrouded from their earthly selves. That is what she now revealed to him; He had been one of the rare humans who had not forgotten the connection with his divine self, and had lived like a god his mortal life. | immortality gods julius-caesar | Karen Essex | |
49afe84 | I am telling you that the child will not out live the buildings. Do you understand that wheras women may touch the immortal by giving birth, men--great men-- must build monuments and seek fame? | immortality men-vs-women seeking-fame | Karen Essex | |
0e7b551 | One must either rule side by side or be subdued entirely. | kleopatra | Karen Essex | |
5e0bcc3 | I was a married woman! she said. Why does every generation believe it is the discoverer of pleasure? Your father was a spectacular lover. Even through the wall, I could hear the triumph in her voice. | marital-satisfaction mothers-and-daughters pleasure | Karen Essex | |
df18d8e | No rational person would intentionally commit an act of evil, for everyone knows that it would bring the wrath of the community upon him. (Socrates) | evil-people rational-thought socrates evil | Karen Essex | |
b373788 | You must never deprive the people of their belief in the power of the gods, and you must never deprive yourself of it either. | religion-spirituality | Karen Essex | |
f5debe3 | In the beginning, there was the voice. That was how it began on that first evening, with a masculine voice calling out to me in my sleep; a disembodied voice slithering into my dream, a voice of deep timbre and tones, of sensuous growls, and of low hollow moans- a voice laden with promise and with love. It was as familiar to me as my own, and yet I knew not whether it came from inside my head, from outside me, or from somewhere not of this .. | Karen Essex | ||
0e285e8 | being defenseless didn't preclude attack. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
5fd1aa6 | Eddis looked around as if recalling a question that had nagged at her for several hours. "Where's Eugenides?" she asked. For a moment the Attolian queen was immobile, her smile gone as if it had never been. The horse under her threw up its head as if the bit had twitched against its delicate mouth. "Locked in a room," Attolia said flatly. "In Ephrata." The smile faded from Eddis' face. "I ordered the other prisoners released," Attolia expla.. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
41d7c3f | Costis, what do you think you are doing? | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
2f10ee9 | The soldier stooped to bring his lips close enough to my ear to say very quietly, "My king blames your master for the loss of his hand." That," | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
ba401a8 | The Attolian king obviously had a deep well of spite and I would've appreciated his low cunning more if I hadn't thought the Attolian was about to wring my neck. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
7991b95 | It was like being lectured by an earnest, oversized child. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
7eb437c | Even before I recognized him, I smiled politely. Well trained, I would have smiled so at my executioner. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
7fca245 | That sort of news travels faster than horses, faster than boats. The messengers of the gods carry rumors through the sky the way bees carry pollen and drop them from their wings onto the earth below. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
78977fa | Of course the servants had chosen not to follow me; I'd failed them already by refusing to be a man they could believe in. | responsibility leadership σοφός following | Megan Whalen Turner | |
7aba6f0 | They are all accepted," I said. It wasn't important anymore." | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
87901e1 | Pol knew," said Sophos from the window." | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
0652983 | He couldn't know that I'd overstayed my welcome one night while creeping through his megaron and had crawled up through the space where the pipes of the hypocaust ran to hide in his treasure room. I had slept for a day in stuffy darkness on the ridged tops of his treasure trunks. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
6e3bc18 | And she had the most appealing of feminine virtues, especially in a queen. She's easily led. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
0bc8e8d | speak a lively Spanish compared to formal Castilian Spanish, as if the conquest of the New World paralysed language back home, creating some kind of impasse that has yet to be overcome. When a language becomes immobile, unable to adapt, the culture that created it disappears into the abyss of history. | Paul Cronin | ||
b545ed0 | It's possible to learn to play an instrument as an adult, but the intuitive qualities needed won't be there; the body needs to be conditioned from an early age. The same could be never said for filmmaking. A musician is made in childhood, but a filmmaker any time. | Paul Cronin | ||
a25b2df | Reactions to Even Dwarfs Started Small seem to depend on people's feelings about their inner dwarf. | Paul Cronin | ||
6175f4e | Unlike most people, I didn't have the privilege to choose my profession. I didn't even ask myself whether I could do it, I just pushed on with things. | Paul Cronin | ||
39bcdc1 | Today I look at Munich and see a city empty of all significance, invaded by Prussians and stripped of its Bavarian spirit. | Paul Cronin | ||
0071225 | We will be blamed for having not thrown hand grenades into television stations and laying waste to their institutionalised cowardice, for not taking up arms and occupying such debased places which venerate that single, pernicious god: the Einschaltquote, the ratings. | Paul Cronin | ||
9c890be | When it comes to the kind of filmmaking I do, the free market is a harsher but more vibrant structure to function within. It's where the real battle is fought. If you can leave the respirator and submit yourself to the roughness of the market, you should. | Paul Cronin | ||
a873a12 | The kitchen garden satisfies both requirements, a thing 0f beauty and a joy for dinner. | potager gardening | Peter Mayle | |
ebd3080 | The people of Provence greeted spring with uncharacteristic briskness, as if nature had given everyone an injection of sap. | spring | Peter Mayle | |
9b01a0e | And, as for the oil, it is a masterpiece. You'll see." Before dinner that night, we tested it, dripping it onto slices of bread that had been rubbed with the flesh of tomatoes. It was like eating sunshine." | sunshine | Peter Mayle | |
9ce2261 | We had a crisp, oily salad and slices of pink country sausages, an aioli of snails and cod and hard-boiled eggs with garlic mayonnaise, creamy cheese from Fontvielle, and a homemade tart. It was the kind of meal that the French take for granted and tourists remember for years. | tourism | Peter Mayle | |
8a14406 | What a marvelous sunset,' she said. 'Yes,' replied her husband. 'Most impressive for such a small village. | Peter Mayle | ||
bfa6362 | La Closerie, in Ansouis. | Peter Mayle | ||
3374f0b | I called Monsieur Menicucci, and he asked anxiously about my pipes. I told him they were holding up well. "That pleases me," he said, "because it is minus five degrees, the roads are perilous, and I am fifty-eight years old. I am staying at home." He paused, then added, "I shall play the clarinet." | Peter Mayle | ||
5baff07 | Nothing at all to change: what a thing to want in the midst of war. | war ww2 | Julie Orringer | |
f810bd4 | It was nearly sunset when, after passing through a thirty-mile stretch of olive groves, they crested a hill and began to descend toward the edge of the earth. That was how it looked to Andras, who had never before seen the sea. As they drew closer it became a vast plain of liquid metal, a superheated infinity of molten bronze.....They reached a stretch of sand just as the red lozenge of the sun dissolved into the horizon. | Julie Orringer | ||
e992b2f | Sometimes I freeze in front of the canvas, full of the knowledge that if I keep painting, sooner or later I will fail her | Julie Orringer |