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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6951150 | The immediate future may be determined by a race between the United Kingdom and the EU over which beats the other to a major crisis. | Norman Davies | ||
| d1dca59 | Theorists of propaganda have identified five basic rules: 1. The rule of simplification: reducing all data to a simple confrontation between 'Good and Bad', 'Friend and Foe'. 2. The rule of disfiguration: discrediting the opposition by crude smears and parodies. 3. The rule of transfusion: manipulating the consensus values of the target audience for one's own ends. 4. The rule of unanimity: presenting one's viewpoint as if it were the u.. | Norman Davies | ||
| 2a023c9 | The history of Royal Prussia, which fell into the Polish orbit, is little known to those who approach the Prussian story from an exclusively German perspective. (The subject was actively suppressed by bans and book-burnings when the Hohenzollerns eventually took over.) Yet for 300 years this 'Other Prussia' flourished, not only as a separate institutional entity, but as the source of a separate political ideology and culture, based on conce.. | Norman Davies | ||
| f7814e2 | If I said Jim Carroll would you be insulted?" -Jessica Citizen-" | DAVID RAT | ||
| d583ad3 | Dreema and you disagree. She cottons to Richmond, but you can't be weaned off Pelham. So I offer you a fair middle ground: relocate to northern Virginia. She transfers to the state morgue on Braddock Road, and you get to stay near your old beat. | romance private-eye thriller detective-novel crime-fiction mystery suspense | Ed Lynskey | |
| 88860a8 | Quote is taken from Chapter 1: Since Etta could log in her rare Baltimore oriole sighting, she decided she'd had enough birding for one day. It was just a fun hobby, not an obsession. | romance humor cozy cozy-mysteries mysteries-cozy cozy-mystery whodunit women-sleuths | Ed Lynskey | |
| 8a3a5d6 | Get a load of this, Frank." Gerald Peyton's pause set off his pronouncement. "She is expecting to get a wedding ring." "That's understandable," I said, unsure how he could afford a ring on what our firm cleared. Diamond rings--more sold in December than in any other month of the year--went for a cool grand per karat. Weeks ago, I'd priced them--again--for my domestic situation. "What seems to be the problem?" "That's a big leap for me to ma.. | crime-noir hardboiled military detective-novel | Ed Lynskey | |
| 6798cb0 | He peeled out the banknotes from inside a billfold held on a chain and paid her. Andy Jackson's eyes were X'd out. For an edgy instant she wondered if his money was counterfeit. She also noted his missing middle finger, and a skull tattoo decorated his sinewy wrist. She put down the card key. "You're in Seven, straight down the courtyard." He slid the card key off, but it fell to the floor. "Oops. I haven't gotten used to this high gravity... | science-fiction | Ed Lynskey | |
| 59338be | The Quetzal Motel was a father/daughter operation, and they hurt for money but with just enough to stay in groceries. But who could tell? After tonight, their fortunes might perk up. It was better to look on the bright side. She took a deep breath and plunged back into Philip Nostrum's realm of futuristic doings. | science-fiction-romance pulp-fiction science-fiction | Ed Lynskey | |
| a870d24 | Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand. | romance humor cozy cozy-mysteries mysteries-cozy cozy-mystery whodunit women-sleuths | Ed Lynskey | |
| 49bae96 | Within the same hour as the murder took place, Isabel Trumbo sat in her armchair dozing, the Alaskan Outdoor magazine on her lap. Her kid sister Alma fidgeted in the other armchair, from time to time picking up her newspaper folded over to the day's crossword puzzle. | romance humor cozy cozy-mysteries mysteries-cozy cozy-mystery whodunit women-sleuths | Ed Lynskey | |
| a54a53a | Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, he'd look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop sisters and their sidekick, the town's bag lady no less, had traipsed into his office without knocking first. His admin (he couldn't remember their names to save his life) had ushered them in, and they'd just dumped this hot potato into his lap. | whodunit women-sleuths mystery | Ed Lynskey | |
| 9d724d7 | From Chapter 1: The main rub was the lack of RnR and I burned out. Three years and three stripes later, I ejected from the MP Corps, vowing I'd never do police or criminal investigative work again. Instead, I returned home when I should've learned better. | private-detective thriller noir suspense | Ed Lynskey | |
| c8de7bb | Quote taken from Chapter 1: "Alma idly wondered if he'd blow his nose, too. He did. Twice. He made it honk, the sound reminding Alma of Harpo Marx squeezing his bulb horn. Isabel darted a look at Alma, giving her the don't-you-dare-giggle squint. Alma dug her fingernails into her palm, the inappropriate laugh rising from her throat as she looked up at the ceiling. Blue refolded his handkerchief and returned it to inside his seersucker jacke.. | whodunit women-sleuths mystery | Ed Lynskey | |
| 3fc4a58 | Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities. | romance humor cozies cozy cozy-mysteries mysteries-cozy cozy-mystery whodunit women-sleuths | Ed Lynskey | |
| 871f033 | I let my gaze travel out the picture window. Unlike at my old doublewide trailer perched on the fringe of a played out quarry, here I owned a real yard with real grass that screamed for mowing each Monday a.m. I sat at the kitchen table, cooling off from just having finished this week's job. Yes, here in 2005, I was a full-fledged suburbanite, but I'd been called worse. | romance hardboiled detective-novel crime-fiction noir crime | Ed Lynskey | |
| d24f24b | His agility surprised Phoebe Ash. She saw the plaster cast on his right leg. Funny messages in ink--"Go break the left one, tiger!"--had been written on the off-white plaster." | science-fiction-romance pulp-fiction science-fiction | Ed Lynskey | |
| 6a0d125 | My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear ("Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!") signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window and there'd be real hell to pay." | romance men-s-adventure private-investigator hardboiled detective-novels noir-fiction | ed lynskey | |
| 32a7daf | The pendulum had swung too far, as always, and now was swinging back, and the horror of intolerance had been loosed upon the land. | pendulum | Clifford D. Simak | |
| 484d2a6 | Everybody hated the Chinese, and the Chinese, ever willing to oblige, reciprocated. | hate reciprocity willing | Nick Tosches | |
| 925bd9a | It is always easier to see in another what we are uncomfortable with in ourselves. | Nick Tosches | ||
| 8258a49 | I wanted to be alone, not forgotten. | Nick Tosches | ||
| b79e765 | Even though the American people may not know what has been done in their name, those on the receiving end certainly do: they include the people of Iran (1953), Guatemala (1954), Cuba (1959 to the present), Congo (1960), Brazil (1964), Indonesia (1965), Vietnam (1961-73), Laos (1961-73), Cambodia (1969-73), Greece (1967-73), Chile (1973), Afghanistan (1979 to the present), El Salvador, Guatemala and Nicaragua (1980s), and Iraq (1991 to the p.. | Chalmers Johnson | ||
| 22d3767 | On this issue, the United States is an outlaw, waiting to be brought to justice. | Chalmers Johnson | ||
| 06762c8 | Ronald Steel noted, "Unlike Rome, we have not exploited our empire. On the contrary, our empire has exploited us, making enormous drains on our resources and energies." | Chalmers Johnson | ||
| 61f03a1 | How can we help young people develop as creative thinkers so that they're prepared for life in this ever-changing world? | Mitchel Resnick | ||
| 8bb4284 | The secret, so Shimrod knew, was never to accept the fairies' terms, but always to close the deal on one's own stipulations, otherwise the bargain was sure to turn sour. | Jack Vance | ||
| f6042c7 | The old Galactic Prime sat silent, mouth compressed, eyes burning like far volcanoes. At his feet the new Prime, Lord of Two Billion Suns, found a dead leaf, put it into his mouth, and began to chew. Afterword | Jack Vance | ||
| db0b843 | I will be glad to go. There is no poetry here. It is as I have always set forth: joy comes of its own free will; it cannot be belabored. | poetry joy | Jack Vance | |
| 6e315b0 | The woman behind the bar called out: 'Why do you stand like hypnotized fish? Did you come to drink beer or to eat food?' 'Be patient,' said Gersen. 'We are making our decision.' The remark annoyed the woman. Her voice took on a coarse edge. "Be patient,' you say? All night I pour beer for crapulous men; isn't that patience enough? Come over here, backwards; I'll put this spigot somewhere amazing, at full gush, and then we'll discover who ca.. | humour barmaid pub | Jack Vance | |
| 71436e1 | The world now lacks a " Sir Pom-pom", with all his funny ways! I wonder where he is now? Or is he anywhere at all? Can someone be nowhere?" -- | Jack Vance | ||
| 5b5d9b1 | An inch of foreknowledge is worth ten miles of afterthought-- | Jack Vance | ||
| ac7c575 | Let us leave this room, said Melancthe. It reeks of the brain. | Jack Vance | ||
| 2575f11 | You are evil like all existence. ... If power were mine I would crush the universe to bloody gravel and stamp into the ultimate muck! | Jack Vance | ||
| e00eeb1 | Lord Daldace looked about as if seeing the villa for the first time. "What are dreams? Ordinary experience is a dream. The eyes, the ears, the nose: they present pictures on the brain, and these pictures are called 'reality'. At night, when we dream, other pictures, of source unknown, are impinged. Sometimes the dream-images are more real than 'reality'. Which is solid, which illusion? Why trouble to make the distinction?" | Jack Vance | ||
| d369a49 | I know that the history of man is not his technical triumphs, his kills, his victories. It is a composite, a mosaic of a trillion pieces, the account of each man's accommodation with his conscience. This is the true history of the race. | Jack Vance | ||
| f40de2e | Alastor Cluster is thousands of years old; men by the trillions fill the galaxy. Great mentors here, there, everywhere, across the whole pageant of existence have propounded problems and solved them. Everything conceivable has been achieved and all goals attained: not once, but thousands of times over. It is well known that we live in the golden afternoon of the human race; hence, in the name of the Thirty Thousand Stars, where will you fin.. | Jack Vance | ||
| 67f1340 | That is the nature of time. It flows faster when it was younger and the course is narrower: at the end of all things time has spread and slowed, lik oil spilled on a still pond. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 4737d94 | Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map. | Jack Vance | ||
| e32efc7 | Someone who conceals his curiosity, is overwhelmed with information. | Jack Vance | ||
| a926128 | Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick The Secret Meaning of Things, Lawrence Ferlinghetti Fantastic Four #89, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. LeGuin The Armies of the Night, Norman Mailer Behold the Man, Michael Moorcock Portnoy's Complaint, Philip Roth City of the Chasch, Jack Vance Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Tom Wolfe | Robin Sloan | ||
| 36abce2 | Humanity is old, civilization new: the mesh of cogs is by no means smooth -- and this is as it should be. Never should a man enter a building of glass or metal, or a spaceship, or a submarine, without a small shock of astonishment; never should he avoid an act of passion without a small sense of effort ... | Jack Vance | ||
| dbc71cf | From Life, Volume III, by Unspiek, Baron Bodissey: I am constantly startled and often amused by the diverse attitudes toward wealth to be found among the peoples of the Oikumene. Some societies equate affluence with criminal skill; for others wealth represents the gratitude of society for the performance of valuable services. My own concepts in this regard are easy and clear, and I am sure that the word 'simplistic' will be used by my criti.. | Jack Vance | ||
| d676835 | I admit to a specialized occupation, which in fact has not so much as acquired a name. Not to put too keen an edge on it, I wait under gallows until the corpse drops, whereupon I assume possession of the clothes and valuables. I find little competition in the field; the work is dull, and I will never become wealthy, but at least it is honest, and I have time to daydream. | Jack Vance |