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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 66f270a | Never too late for vocabulary building," he said." | Michel Faber | ||
| bcce94b | reality was not objective, but always waiting to be reshaped and redefined by one's attitude. Of | Michel Faber | ||
| 5bec4b0 | The indiscriminate, eternal devotion of nature to its numberless particles had an emotional importance for Isserley; it put the | Michel Faber | ||
| 458fd67 | Hey, ! There is a way out. Come to beautiful Oasis. No crime, no madness, no bad stuff of any kind, a brand new home, home on the range, no or antelope but hey, accentuate the positive, there never is a discouraging word, nobody rapes you or tries to reminisce about Paris in the springtime, no sense sniffing that old vomit, right? Cut the strings, blank the slate, let go of Auschwitz and the Alamo and the ... the fucking for God's sake, .. | auschwitz oasis paradise | Michel Faber | |
| 7b17d96 | Peter's hands had ceased trembling. He had been granted perspective. This was not Gethsemane: he wasn't headed for Golgotha, he was embarking on a great adventure. He'd been chosen out of thousands, to pursue the most important missionary calling since the Apostles had ventured forth to conquer Rome with the power of love, and he was going to do his best. | Michel Faber | ||
| 6dbf3a8 | oh how she wondered, what she looked like to him, in his alien innocence. | Michel Faber | ||
| 41b0507 | How's things, man?" The black man extended his hand for a handshake. Mathematical formulae were jotted on the sleeve of his shirt, right up to the elbow. "Very good," said Peter. It had never occurred to him before that dark-skinned people didn't have the option of jotting numbers on their skin. You learned something new about human diversity every day." | dark-skinned diversity | Michel Faber | |
| 3b301da | It's not a colony," another of the USIC interviewers said, with an edge to her voice. "It's a community. We do not use the word colony." | interviewers | Michel Faber | |
| f89edd0 | Coincidences like that served as a reminder that, variations in pigment aside, humans were all part of the same species. | Michel Faber | ||
| beae282 | The crowds that queued for snacks and knick-knacks, the constant stream of passengers recorded by the closed-circuit TVs, were wondrous proof of the sheer variety of human specimens, except that they were presumed to be identically faithless inside, duty-free in every sense of that word. | duty-free faithless human-specimens | Michel Faber | |
| 3b682e2 | William Rackham es lo que podriamos llamar un cristiano ateo supersticioso; es decir, cree en un Dios que si bien puede que ya no sea responsable de que salga el sol, de salvar a la reina o de proveer del pan de cada dia, sigue siendo el principal sospechoso cuando algo va mal. | Michel Faber | ||
| 579af12 | was a female. Isserley wasn't interested in females, at least not in that way. Let them get picked up by someone else. If the hitcher was male, she usually went back for another look, unless he was an obvious weakling. Assuming he'd made a reasonable impression on her, | Michel Faber | ||
| 68c08b0 | Only the other day, Robbie had gone to a terrible disco in Alness, hoping it would transform his life in some way. | Michel Faber | ||
| 06600b2 | But to be chemically fixed in time and passed hand to hand forever: that is a nakedness which can never be clothed again. | Michel Faber | ||
| 5a09e23 | A person who is worth nothing must introduce you to a person worth next-to-nothing, and that person to another, and so on and so forth until finally you can step across the threshold, almost one of the family. | society insight | Michel Faber | |
| d62a097 | Well, I did my best,' said Amlis, in a self-deprecating purr. 'But I can tell when a challenge is hopeless. Anyway, it's not your minds I need to change.' And he glanced round at the contents of the ship's hull, acknowledging the scale of the slaughter and its commercial purpose. | philosophy vegan vegetarian | Michel Faber | |
| b0d9007 | The walls shrugged themselves loose from their foundations and slid towards the centre of the room, as if attracted by the struggle. The ceiling, a massive rectangular slab of concrete furrowed with fluorescent white, also shuddered loose and loomed down on her. | Michel Faber | ||
| 7a0cf22 | Un solo dia dedicado a cosas que no alimentan el espiritu es un dia robado, mutilado y arrojado a la alcantarilla del destino. | Michel Faber | ||
| 9540f42 | All sens of purpose, of responsibility, indeed of any imaginable future, were removed from her by the deaths of her husband and child. It was they who used to make her life a story, they who seemed to be giving it a beginning, a middle and an end. Nowadays, her life is more like a newspaper: aimless, up-to-date, full of meaningless events for Colonel Leek to recite when no one's paying attention. For all the use she is to Society, beyond in.. | Michel Faber | ||
| c481465 | Drying herself with the hem of her shift, she notes that her two candles are dimming; one of them is already a guttering stub. Will she light new ones? Well, that depends on what time of night it is, and Caroline has no clock. Few people in Church Lane do. Few know what year it is, or even that eighteen and a half centuries are supposed to have passed since a Jewish troublemaker was hauled away to the gallows for disturbing the peace. This .. | Michel Faber | ||
| a33d1f2 | Their consciousness was rudimentary. | Michel Faber | ||
| bccacc9 | To be brutally honest, all these men were falling apart, hair by hair and tooth by tooth, like over-used pieces of equipment, like tools bought cheap for a job that would outlast them. While | Michel Faber | ||
| a5beb30 | His great carved wooden head was marked with a black eye that was more yellow than black and from this spectacular bed of bruised flesh the eye itself, sand irritated, bloodshot, as wild as a currawong's, stared out at a landscape in which the tops of fences protruded from windswept sand. | Peter Carey | ||
| 0fc7376 | That which yields, is not always weak. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| b65bd3c | She thought: When we are two, they do not notice us. They think us a match. What wisdom does a mob have? It is a hydra, an organism, stupid or dangerous in much of its behaviour, but could it have, in spite of this, a proper judgement about which of its component parts fit best together? | Peter Carey | ||
| 3d544ae | The clouds was light but queerly yellow on their edges as they moved across the ageless constellations. | Peter Carey | ||
| 21b3de3 | chooks. You cannot go away and leave | Peter Carey | ||
| 74c456a | men in high collars who might--this | Peter Carey | ||
| 1a5b388 | To refrigerate a clock was an extremely violent act, not one I could explain to anyone. | refrigerator | Peter Carey | |
| 2185c06 | She meant I was hungover. I had been slaughtered, legless, trolleyed, slashed, shredded, plastered, polluted, pissed. I thought, I do love my country's relationship with alcohol. How would I ever exist in the United States? I suppose I would have grief counselling instead. (77) | Peter Carey | ||
| 36f6b2a | Many is the night I have sat by the roaring river the rain never ending them logs so green bubbling and spitting blazing in a rage no rain can staunch. | Peter Carey | ||
| 3ef50cb | At the Annexe, at this early hour, I delete you, my darling, my beloved, with your wide soft mouth against my neck. I would rather scrub your bones and place them in the open air, scrub your sternum, labour at your spine, scrub and scrub, with love, each vertebra, as particular as a nose, and lay you in the grass amongst the bluebells. There on your secret triangle of land I would be your most submissive tenant, would lie beside you until r.. | Peter Carey | ||
| cd89376 | It was a knife of an idea, a cruel instrument of sacrifice, but also one of great beauty, silvery, curved, dancing with light. | Peter Carey | ||
| 1b29b3c | They had sat here, in this very room, their knees almost touching, and there had been a sense of almost breathless discovery, and while they had not become lovers everything was laid out, like a feast, and they were merely arranging the table decorations and putting out the place names, the final little touches, so that when the feast began it would have been a splendid thing, not only satisfying to the baser appetites but to the higher sen.. | Peter Carey | ||
| 455da80 | Oh, you doubtful man, you Peter of little faith, who are moved by each wind and sink easily. You are your- | George Carey Foster | ||
| afcbc44 | Your American, you wouldn't know if you were up yourself. | Peter Carey | ||
| 9dd84c1 | Years later when she was being eccentric, had shed her corset and let her arse spread unhindered by anything but her perpetual dressing gown. | Peter Carey | ||
| 5f0f8b6 | Descartes said that animals were automata. I have always been certain that it was the threat of torture that stopped him saying the same held true for human beings. Neither I nor Matthew had time for souls. That we were intricate chemical machines never diminished our sense of wonder, our reverence for Vermeer and for Monet, our floating bodies in the salty water, our evanescent joy before the dying of the light. | Peter Carey | ||
| 6341179 | The most puzzling thing in the entire encounter occurred at a certain stage very late in the conversation, when she discovered she had been talking to a man. She had the feeling of a dream where things and people transmogrify, characters dissolve from one to the other like tricks in a film, monsters in a bottle. She had the sense, the very distinct sense, of her companion's female gender; she had been pleased to find it, had relaxed into it.. | Peter Carey | ||
| 97a590b | There are problems with the wombat," Nathan Schick said. "I was interested in wombats in '29. I went up to your zoo in Sydney and looked at the wombat. The fellow said you could train them but God, Herbie, no offence... Lee-Anne... but the wombat is not star quality." | Peter Carey | ||
| 21d1a38 | They watched the flying foxes wheel above them, like shadows of thoughts, things so indistinct they would not exist without two witnesses. | Peter Carey | ||
| 6f273c3 | A lot of people are dissatisfied with their jobs. "Theologian" Drew Carey said, "You hate your job? There's a support group for that. It's called everybody. They meet at the bar." A research group affiliated with the University of Chicago recently listed the ten least happy jobs in the world and the ten happiest jobs in the world. What they found was the ten least happy jobs actually were more financially lucrative and offered higher status.. | John Ortberg | ||
| 3d442fa | Ci sono persone che si sentono in imbarazzo di fronte al dolore altrui e temono di dire la cosa sbagliata; a costoro dico che non si sbaglia nell'offrire conforto, mai. Una parola gentile, un abbraccio consolatorio... queste cose sono sempre bene accette. | conforto dolore parola-gentile | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 3692f55 | I love you, and I would choose to be with you whether in a slum or a cave or a palace. | Jacqueline Carey |