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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d6d7475 | Necesitamos recuperar urgentemente la palabra "feminismo". Cuando las estadisticas senalan que solo el 29% de las mujeres norteamericanas se describirian a si mismas como feministas, y solo un 42% de las britanicas, yo solia pensar: ?Que creeis que ES el feminismo, senoras? ?Que aspecto de la " liberacion de la mujer" no va con vosotras? ?Es el derecho al voto? ?El derecho a no ser una propiedad del hombre con el que te casas? ?La campana p.. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 9c2dd92 | Cada libro, cada teatro de opera, cada lanzamiento espacial a la luna y cada manifiesto existen porque alguien, en algun lugar, prendio el silencio al ver entrar a otra persona y la habitacion y luego se consumio en silencio porque esa otra persona no se fijo en ella. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 5622757 | Most sexism is down to men being accustomed to us being the losers. That's what the problem is. We just have bad status. Man are accustomed to us being runners-up or being disqualified entirely. For men born pre-feminism, this is what they were raised on: second-class citizen mothers; sisters who need to be married off; female schoolmates going to secretarial school, then becoming housewives. Women who disengaged. Disappeared. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 7e9a9c3 | It really is important you say these words out loud. "I AM A FEMINIST." If you feel you cannot say it--not even standing on the ground--I would be alarmed. It's probably one of the most important things a woman will ever say: the equal of "I love you," Is it a boy or a girl?" or "No! I've changed my mind! I don't want bangs!" Say it. SAY IT! SAY IT NOW! Because if you can't, you're basically bending over, saying, "Kick my arse and take my v.. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| de92a12 | Harriet Beecher Stowe published Uncle Tom's Cabin in 1852. It became a publishing sensation. Lincoln was later wryly to remark to her: 'So you're the little woman who wrote the book that made this great war.' The South reacted with fury to her attack on slavery. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 35d6320 | I'll wave no more flags for home. No tears for Mother. Nobody ever died for apple pie. | Michael Shaara | ||
| cdf28bc | It came to him in the night sometimes with a sudden appalling shock that the boys he was fighting were boys he had grown up with. The war had come as a nightmare in which you chose your nightmare side. Once chosen, you put your head down and went on to win. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 5b4f65b | Amazing. Chamberlain let his eyes close down to the slits, retreating within himself. He had learned that you could sleep on your feet on the long marches. You set your feet to going and after a while they went by themselves and you sort of turned your attention away and your feet went on walking painlessly, almost without feeling, and gradually you closed down your eyes so that all you could see were the heels of the man in front of you, o.. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 658b882 | In the dark of the trees he could smell splintered wood and see white upturned faces like wide white dirty flowers. | Michael Shaara | ||
| f74cf0e | If you are not affected, if you are not hurt by what we do, then you will not do anything to stop it. The war will simply continue. | Michael Shaara | ||
| aeb6ff4 | It wasn't the dying. He had seen men die all his life, and death was the luck of the chance, the price you eventually paid. What was worse was the stupidity. The appalling sick stupidity that was so bad you thought sometimes you would go suddenly, violently, completely insane just having to watch it. It was a deadly thing to be thinking on. Job to be done here. And all of it turns on faith. | Michael Shaara | ||
| b618b26 | It was a great place to run red lights, which I count as a fine recreational activity. | Tim Cahill | ||
| 6f32e24 | An adventure," the great travel writer Tim Cahill once wrote, "is never an adventure when it happens. An adventure is simply physical and emotional discomfort recollected in tranquility." | Michael J. Totten | ||
| 06e7bce | The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies. | explanations forgotten-past future-generations | Tim Cahill | |
| a7a6dfa | The political scientist Robert A. Dahl observed more than a half century ago that the Supreme Court "is an essential part of the political leadership," part of the "dominant political alliance." | Linda Greenhouse | ||
| ddafbca | Robert Dahl's assessment of the Court's role in the political system is from his article "Decision-Making in a Democracy: The Supreme Court as a National Policy-Maker," Journal of Public Law 6 (1957) 279-95." | Linda Greenhouse | ||
| 916c1a9 | She leaped into space, high, higher than she'd ever been in her life. She came down with a clean snap, and the crowd scattered like birds from the swing of her feet. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 14be268 | In the yard of the inn, Daffy Cadwaladyr introduced himself. "Short for Davyd," he said pleasantly. The Londoner looked as if she'd never heard a sillier name in her life." | welsh | Emma Donoghue | |
| a977ac6 | And the flames are every colour of the rainbow." "They can't be," observed Daffy. "Well, they are," she said cheekily. "Have you been there, that you know so much about it?" "No," said Daffy, very calm, "but I'd wager I know more than you about the chemical processes of combustion." Mary rolled her eyes. Did he hope to dazzle her with syllables?" | Emma Donoghue | ||
| d5455a7 | In the year 1752 it was announced that the second of September would be followed by the fourteenth. The matter was merely one of wording, of course; time in its substance was not to undergo any change. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| b4bf62c | I tell you frankly, Mrs. Damer, the more I see of different nations, the less sure I feel about the pre-eminence of my own. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 2df0e0a | Better to drown in the surf than stand idly on the shore. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 1573c34 | The girl remembered London as a place of infinite freedom. Now it seemed she'd rented out her whole life to the Joneses in advance. Service had reduced her to a child, put her under orders to get up and lie down at someone else's whim; her days were spent obeying someone else's rules, working for someone else's profit. Nothing was Mary's anymore. Not even her time was hers to waste. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 9d7f82d | The days of my vanity are over and heaven knows they weren't happy enough to regret | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 4e46fab | It seemed to him that there was some urgency in the air, but then he always felt like that in February: a sense of something breaking out through his skin. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 1e69f0e | The lightest touch might keep Mary there, rooted in this frozen alley. Instead, she stretched out her hand to the worn red ribbon in Doll's wig. Was it the same one, she wondered, the first one, the ribbon the child Mary had set her eyes and heart on at the Seven Dials, three long years ago? | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 14a71c5 | Today is one of the days when Ma is Gone. She won't wake up properly. She's here but not really. She stays in Bed with the pillows on her head. Silly Penis is standing up, I squish him down. I eat my hundred cereal and I stand on my chair to wash the bowl and Meltedy Spoon. It's very quiet when I switch off the water. I wonder did Old Nick come in the night. I don't think he did because the trash bag is still by Door, but maybe he did only .. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 2fa921a | Pretending to misremember a name was such a reliable way to annoy. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 9ca1597 | Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 8f284b7 | Las personas se mueven tanto por el mundo que constantemente se pierden cosas | Emma Donoghue | ||
| c4e42e4 | She wants to slap everyone today, to pick up the whole sweat-slick City and punch its lights out. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| c304c12 | The hammock hangs on hooks in two trees at the very back of the yard, one is a shortish tree that's only twice my tall and bent over, one is a million times high with silvery leaves. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 2201402 | And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood. | blood pain | Emma Donoghue | |
| 1ef05bd | That's what you got for being a servant of no ambition: a shrunken life, hung up like a gibbet as a warning to others. | servant | Emma Donoghue | |
| 0b48dac | So this was liberty. Mary was beginning to recognise the taste of it in her mouth: terror salting the sweetness. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| f83b022 | Good-bye, Room." I wave up at Skylight. "Say good-bye," I tell Ma. "Good-bye, Room." Ma says it but on mute. I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 5acd602 | Daffy'emu przeszlo przez mysl, ze najgorsza czesc ludzkiej natury mogla z latwoscia wziac gore i uderzyc w najmniej spodziewanym momencie. Nawet najbardziej swiatly czlowiek mial niewielka wladze nad czajaca sie w nim ciemnoscia. | emma-donoghue ladacznica slammerkin | Emma Donoghue | |
| e375df0 | I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit. Also everywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can take a photo, but they.. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 4b3cadd | Me acuerdo de ser educado, que es cuando la gente tiene miedo de que los otros se enfaden. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 3090563 | In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then eve.. | society truth-of-life | Emma Donoghue | |
| 5bfa45d | When I was four I was watching ants walking up Stove and she ran and splatted them all so they wouldn't eat our food. One minute they were alive and the next minute they were dirt. I cried so my eyes nearly melted off. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| c8d4f0b | Jenny wouldn't be dead if she'd never crashed into Blanche on Kearny Street. P'tit wouldn't exist if Blanche had never met Arthur. Facts as hard as rocks, and Blanche has to pick her way among them, find her balance, with an acrobat's cocky smile. | Emma Donoghue | ||
| a819e4f | taking the killers, always two at night because she says pain is like water, it spreads out as soon as she lies down. She | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 3efd543 | Stories are a different kind of true | Emma Donoghue |