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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5fd100f | Ljubav je imbecilna izvesnost pomocu koje nasa fantazija stvara verodostojnu utvaru. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| c27ad05 | Hinter dem westlichen Konzept einer Idealstadt verbirgt sich die Idee der Privilegierung. Moreau hatte ihm ohne Zweifel zugestimmt. | reading privilege | Alberto Manguel | |
| 1cf5cc5 | Goliama kniga, goliama dosada." Kalimakh, bibliotekar v Aleksandriia, III vek pr.n.e." | Alberto Manguel | ||
| ec33b77 | Na Kalimakh d'lzhim i edno katalozhno ulesnenie, koeto zapochva da se prilaga nai-shiroko: podrezhdaneto na knigite po azbuchen red. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 8dd0018 | But who shall be the master? The writer or the reader? | Alberto Manguel | ||
| f9c0590 | We read to understand, or to begin to understand | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 8bec230 | The various qualities of my readings seem to permeate my every muscle, so that, when I finally decide to turn off the library light, I carry into my sleep the voices and the movements of the book I've just closed. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 8a9e418 | And it is no true wisdom that you offer your disciples, but only its semblance, for by telling them of many things without teaching them anything, you will make them seem to know much, while for the most part they will know nothing. And as men filled not with wisdom but with the conceit of wisdom, they will be a burden to their fellow-men. | reading conceit-of-wisdom dangers-of-reading semblance-of-wisdom readers | Alberto Manguel | |
| f599809 | One book calls to another unexpectedly, creating alliances across different cultures and centuries. A half-remembered line is echoed by another for reasons which, in the light of day, remain unclear. If the library in the morning suggests an echo of the severe and reasonably wishful order of the world, the library at night seems to rejoice in the world's essential, joyful muddle. | Alberto Manguel | ||
| 319da68 | However readers make a book theirs, the end is that book and reader become one. The world that is a book is devoured by a reader who is a letter in the world's text; thus a circular metaphor is created for the endlessness of reading. We are what we read. The process by which the circle is completed is not, Whitman argued, merely an intellectual one; we read intellectually on a superficial level, grasping certain meanings and conscious of ce.. | reading | Alberto Manguel | |
| 9507d22 | A daughter, a wife, a grandson,' You could say this place took away all I had. I could easily appear to be one of those unfortunate white men you hear about, who thought too lovingly of the other races and civilization of the world, who left his own country in the West to set up a home among them in the East, and was ruined as a result, paying dearly for his foolish mistake. His life smashed to pieces by the barbarians surrounding him. | war history | Nadeem Aslam | |
| 9e57c3b | He led her back to the house, the perfume from the acacia clinging to her. The djinn was supposed to live in the scent of the acacia blossom, making themselves visible only to the young in order to entrap them in otherworldly world. | war history | Nadeem Aslam | |
| f04b85b | The bigger the sin, the rarer and more expensive the bird that is needed to erase it. Is that how the bird pardoner conducts his business? A sparrow for a small deception, but a paradise flycatcher and a monal pheasant for allowing a doubt about His existence to enter the mind. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| f985fb9 | He knows that had he been a young man himself he would not have stopped at Peshawar: he doesn't know how he would have resisted entering Afghanistan. And not just for help and aid - he would have fought and defended with his arms. And, yes, had he been present in the United States of America back in September, he would have done all he could to save the blameless from dying in those attacked cities, partaken in their calamity. How not to as.. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| e0d3649 | We are not men of hate, but we must be men of justice. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 9a63ab5 | If love was the result of having caught a glimpse of another's loneliness, then he had loved Mikal since they were both ten years old. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| ceec681 | She listens, determined to locate the trapped bird that had called out from within the madness of suffering. But there is only silence now, not even a halting fragment. Ali! Ali! A dervish, having renounced dealings with all words except that one, never utters another, in any circumstance...The sentence enters her mind from a book she had been looking at earlier. Her gaze is drifting across the sky where the moon sits in a great cold ring a.. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| ab374e6 | If I take dust in my hand and ask you if that is all the dust there is, you will answer that dust is everywhere on earth. More specks than can ever be numbered. So I can give you a handful of truth only. Besides this there are other truths. More than can ever be numbered. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 0392189 | As a child he used to wonder why Eve was taken from Adam's rib. Now, at the other end of his life, these decades later, he knows it was because the rib is close to the heart. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 6c66fa1 | Not even God can change the past. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 64b7c45 | You have spent your whole life believing such untrue things. Don't you know how alone you are, David? We are most alone when we are with the myths. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 2c1178b | The forgiveness of the weak is the air you strong ones breath, David. Didn't you know? You don't see it but you felt it just then. They you to go on living. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| c11f41b | But have you ever heard a story in which the evil person triumphs at the end? | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| ece6a57 | In some respects, grief for the lost and missing is worse than grief for the dead, and sometimes just for a fraction of a second its intensity makes her wish Mikal would cease to exist, so she wouldn't have to wonder if she will ever see him again. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 6e2d3cb | As in Lahore, a road in this town is named after Goethe. There is a Park Street here as in Calcutta, a Malabar Holl as in Bombay, and a Naag Tolla Hill as in Dhaka. Because it was difficult to pronounce the English names, the men who arrived in this town in the 1950s had rechristened everything they saw before them. They had come from across the Subcontinent, lived together ten to a room, and the name that one of them happened to give to a .. | Nadeem Aslam | ||
| 9d4496e | Het verdriet is weer terug. Als een stalker staat het altijd weer voor de deur, steeds als je denkt: het is voorgoed verdreven, is het er weer. | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| 67fc337 | Zijn lievelingsvijandin, de vrouw met wie hij zijn oorlog had willen uitvechten, zijn laatste, maar ze vocht niet terug. | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| 4b64e82 | Bovendien, hoe kun je tegen de doodstraf zijn en zelfmoord goedkeuren? Als het oordeel van een rechter of een jury verkeerd kan uitvallen, dan is ook jouw oordeel twijfelachtig, misschien onjuist. | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| f021e11 | Hoi, dit is Tirza. Ik ben er even niet, maar laat maar een leuk bericht achter | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| 12ed14e | Op de gang staat nog altijd zijn ex te wachten. 'Je bent er nog?' vraagt hij. 'Je ruikt naar rook,' fluistert ze als hij stilstaat om haar een tweede keer te begroeten en meteen ook een tweede keer afscheid van haar te nemen. Hij had bijna haar hand willen pakken om alles nog eens over te doen. 'Je zou ermee stoppen.' 'Waarom fluister je? Ik ben psychiater, wij roken omdat we anders gek zouden worden en omdat we op die manier tenminste nog .. | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| 1d02e5e | Zo was Hofmeester een man geworden die bang was weer te worden wat hij nooit meer wilde zijn: de minnaar van de vrouw die zijn dochter was. | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| d91c232 | Kijk,' zegt hij, 'kijk hoe mooi het hier is. Nergens een mens te bespeuren. Alleen maar zand. Dat is mooi. Een wereld zonder mensen, dat is schoonheid. Duisternis is de mens, niets dan dat, het epicentrum van duisternis, en het enige licht dat van hem komt, is het licht van het beest. | Arnon Grunberg | ||
| 0ed5f92 | twisted form of Omerta, the Sicilian code of silence, and frankly, it's protected many a bad doctor and some true butchers. | John J. Nance | ||
| ed98645 | She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream. | Georges Simenon | ||
| c6dc012 | He had read endless books, he had digested them, pondered over them. Day by day, year after year, he had turned over all the problems of human beings. Yet there were all sorts of simple things he didn't know how to do: he couldn't even walk into an inn and sit down at a table. | Georges Simenon | ||
| 7806aa6 | What Zograffi would have to realize was that Elie had come to the end, and there was no farther-on for him. Nothing. Emptiness. | Georges Simenon | ||
| 8091c21 | Maigret had often tried to get other people, including men of experience, to admit that those who fall, especially those who have a morbid determination to descend ever lower, are almost always idealists. | criminals idealists crime-fiction | Georges Simenon | |
| 5517c17 | Ayon kay Georges Simenon, ang dahilan daw ng pagsusulat n'ya ay "to exorcise the demon in me." Totoo yon para sa karamihan ng mga manunulat. Ang pagpuksa sa mga personal na demonyo ang nagsilbing makina sa likod ng mga di na mabilang na sanaysay, kwento, at tula. Ang manunulat ay biktima ng isang sumpa na para sa karaniwang tao ay ligo lang ang katapat." | writing pagsusulat | Bob Ong | |
| b7324ac | I felt for too long anyway that there was something creaky about this story. You needn't try to understand, but when all the material clues manage to confuse matters rather than clarify them, it means they've been faked ... and everything, without exception, is fake in this case. It all creaked. | Georges Simenon | ||
| c17e281 | There's no skill and no grace to it, but you | Georges Simenon | ||
| 74ec8a3 | I'm at sea, lieutenant ... We probably both are. Except that you, you fight the waves, you mean to go in a definite direction, whereas I let myself drift with the current, clutching here and there on a passing branch. | Georges Simenon | ||
| 93f64b3 | If I try to define my state as accurately as possible, I'd say that I possessed a warped lucidity. Reality existed around me, and I was in contact with it. I was aware of my actions. | Georges Simenon | ||
| f3ab969 | The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them a strangely feverish look. The darkness of the trees became deeper. You could hear the Seine flowing. Sounds carried farther, and people in their beds could feel, as they did every night, the vibration of the ground as buses rolled past. | Georges Simenon | ||
| d2aa039 | As I read it I was thinking of the phenomenon of endgame. Although the concept can apply to many games, it is most common in chess, which is where I study the subject exhaustively. As the middle game draws to a close and the endgame approaches, a fundamental change occurs in the players' attitudes, and, I swear, a macabre eeriness descends over the board. The surviving pieces take on different roles and importance. For instance, pawns becom.. | Jeffery Deaver |