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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f6c9144 | Una volta Beverly ha letto un articolo di una rivista scientifica sulla bioluminescenza, il bagliore naturale emesso da organismi come le lucciole e le meduse, ma sa che anche i morti emanano una strana luce, un fosforo che puo danneggiare in modo permanente gli occhi dei vivi. Necroluminescenza - la luce degli scomparsi. Un pensiero retrospettivo prodotto dal corpo del defunto. I tuoi fallimenti retroilluminati dalla morte dei tuoi cari. | Karen Russell | ||
| dbfa36d | A scuola, Camp Dark picchiava i ragazzini come un quartetto. Lo facevamo in un silenzio animale. Trascinavamo un ragazzino isterico dietro l'edificio di scienze in mattoni rossi - di solito qualcuno piu piccolo, delle classi precedenti - e poi martellavamo e pompavamo i nostri pugni nel suo corpo che si dimenava graffiando e gridando, finche il ragazzino non si afflosciava come uno straccio. Sentivo quelle urla come se provenissero dalla mi.. | Karen Russell | ||
| f148efd | We met every morning, still bearded with toast crumbs from our continental breakfasts. | Karen Russell | ||
| 5893917 | He tried to scrub children's vomit from the webbing of the Tongue in a way that suggested deep reservoirs of genius. | Karen Russell | ||
| f45775c | But her favorite is the Houdini fantasy. Big Red disagrees with his biographers, who say that he was driven by his longing to shuck off this mortal coil. She knows that he was all the time just searching for a box that could hold him. | the-city-of-shells | Karen Russell | |
| af7f365 | On her last visit, the girl stole one of his family photographs right out of the frame. He thinks this means she is starting to care about him, too. Now whenever he looks at the empty frame, Sawtooth is moved to tears. He has to stare straight up at the ceiling, a loophole that prevents fluid from falling out of the eyes, thus saving a man the embarrassment of crying like a damn fool infant. | out-to-sea | Karen Russell | |
| 706df63 | Sawtooth slumps into his deck chair and stares up at the sky. It's a drunken sky, the stars hiccupping light. Great gusty clouds go spinning past the moon. The bright planets feel like pinpricks to Sawtooth's old eyes. | out-to-sea | Karen Russell | |
| 5454c5e | The whistle dropped from the branch's spindly fingers like a black cocoon, a pendulum of secret music; the wind pushed sound soundlessly around. | Karen Russell | ||
| 43725d5 | I see nobody on the road," said Alice. "I only wish that I had such eyes," the King remarked in a fretful tone. "To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!" --Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass" | Karen Russell | ||
| 4cb7a8b | We know that Rangi can at least mutter because Digger Gibson says he used to talk to the bear. In his group home for orphaned Moa boys, Rangi had a pet cinnamon bear. I saw her once. She was just a wet-nosed cub, a cuff of pure white around her neck. Rangi found her on the banks of the Waitiki River and walked her around on a leash. He filed her claws and fed her tiny, smelly fishes. They shot her the day his new father, Digger, came to pic.. | occurrence-00-422 karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| 7c43abd | It's unclear whether Brauser was trying to hit Franz Josef or Rangi. I hope it was the former. There's one difference between a bully and a hero, I guess: good aim. | occurrence-00-422 karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| 7706d07 | The krill are in a rebuilding year. The krill are always in a rebuilding year. Every year the whole franchise of 60,000,000,000 krill gets eaten. Team Whale sucks Team Krill into the primordial combs of its baleen plates at twenty-eight knots. We've got a decent offense but we've got a pretty dismal record on defense. But this is going to be our season. With all your might, try to believe that. | Karen Russell | ||
| a2c0481 | There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real father--is a limb that got axed off the family tree a long time ago now. My mother coughs and cleans phantom juices off her silver with a cloth doily. My sisters clench their knives. | fathers family sisters | Karen Russell | |
| b8a6ec7 | People are symptoms of dreams | Karen Russell | ||
| 1c118eb | Granana lives on the other side of the island. She's eighty-four, I'm twelve, and Wallow's fourteen, so it's a little ambiguous as to who's babysitting whom. | karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| de18760 | A food truce, the picnic suspension of oedipal feeling that permits the generations to love each other at family reunions. | Karen Russell | ||
| ebcd09d | but I believe I met my mother there, in the final instant. Not her ghost but some vaster portion of her, her self boundlessly recharged beneath the water. | Karen Russell | ||
| 6c9576d | Mothers burning inside the risen suns of their children. | future parenthood | Karen Russell | |
| a9f84fe | I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies--a cypress age, a Sawtooth age--I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love." | loneliness loss love sisters | Karen Russell | |
| 07fbd03 | Help!" she screams to a sky full of crows. "He's not actually from Europe!" | Karen Russell | ||
| 4ef2fdc | Don't look back, you asshole! he thought. Good advice, from Orpheus to Lot. | Karen Russell | ||
| 398a0c1 | We stare at each other pop-eyed over the burlap sack and laugh as if we're afraid to stop. Somebody needs to say the magical, abracadabrical words that will turn tonight's crime into a joke. Marta has buttoned her wet sweater up to her neck. Petey's vanished. Now Raffy swirls the flashlights with true panic. Our joke keeps hatching and waddling forward in a snaky black procession, growing longer and less funny by the second, and this time n.. | Karen Russell | ||
| 5b2adc2 | Who is going to pay a day's wage to slide down a damn tongue?" -- The Chief, Swamplandia" | Karen Russell | ||
| 46b298f | This is it, the geographical limit of how far I'll go for Ossie. We are learning longitude and latitude in school, and it makes my face burn that I can graph the coordinates of my own love and courage with such damning precision. | Karen Russell | ||
| 030403a | We clacked skeletons -- to call it an embrace would misrepresent the violence of our first collision. | Karen Russell | ||
| a4a732d | March 1. DEAR BABY: I like the way you turn in half circles on the mattress, like a senile clock. | Karen Russell | ||
| a3fbd27 | Words, I guess, are her more durable artifacts. | Karen Russell | ||
| 345bcbb | I had an ear for languages, and I could read before I could adequately wash myself. I probably could have vied with Jeanette for the number one spot, but I'd seen what happened if you gave in to your natural aptitudes. This wasn't like the woods, where you had to be your fastest and your strongest and your bravest self. Different sorts of calculations were required to survive at the home. | st-lucys-home karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| e9c3fd3 | There are twenty-two stalls in the Barn. Eleven of the stabled horses are, as far as Rutherford can ascertain, former presidents of the United States of America. The other stalls are occupied by regular horses, who give the presidents suspicious, sidelong looks. | Karen Russell | ||
| 4ed319c | I needed a darkness that would have killed the others. And they needed me to keep it a secret from them. | Karen Russell | ||
| 96ee1c4 | Violence is the ultimate boundary force on behavior; this, if you can understand how the logic of violence will change, you can usefully predict where people will be dropping or picking up the equivalent of one-hundred-dollar bills in the future. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| 70b344f | Wherever farming took root, violence emerged as a more important feature of social life. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| 9a6d527 | Because a hunter's labor did not augment the food supply but could only reduce it, one who heroically labored overtime to kill more animals or pick more fruit than could be eaten before it spoiled contributed nothing to prosperity. To the contrary, overkill reduced the prospects of finding food in the future, and thus had a detrimental impact on the well-being of the group. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| f23865a | Cultures are not matters of taste but systems of adaptation to specific circumstances that may prove irrelevant or even counterproductive in other settings. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| 8b667e8 | To dare a thought is to risk being wrong. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| 2e2e95a | Just as the attempts to preserve the power of knights in armor were doomed to fail in the face of gunpowder weapons, so the modern notions of nationalism and citizenship are doomed to be short-circuited by microtechnology. Indeed, they will eventually become comic in much the way that the sixteenth century. The cherished civic notions of the twentieth century will be comic anachronisms to new generations after the transformation of the year.. | technology twenty-first-century | James Dale Davidson | |
| 8e34377 | We live in the time of the computer, but our dreams are still spun on the loom. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| 443a934 | You cannot friend upon conventional information sources to give you an objective and timely warning about how the world is changing and why. | James Dale Davidson | ||
| fa2091d | The confessional writer will treat her story like a wailing wall. She kneels, and her story spills out, messy, improper. It isn't a protest or even graffiti, but her story is an offering of things that she overlooked or notices that others have overlooked. She is in danger of exposure but she remembers when she lived in hiding and that was worse. She cannot turn back now because this is how life has spun out of her, part vexing passage and .. | outer-banks southern-fiction | Patricia Hickman | |
| 9363b6f | The conflict each day is whether to immerse in books or writing. I can't do one without the other, but I can't do both at the same time. It is the writer's paradox. | outer-banks southern-fiction | Patricia Hickman | |
| 60dc8e1 | The central character is an incomplete package of yearning that takes the length of the novel to complete. Completion, though, is not to be confused with perfection. | outer-banks southern-fiction southern-writers | Patricia Hickman | |
| 030bd91 | I started out hoping to remind people at some point in the novel that we should be loving and kind. But then the theme usurped my life, spilling over into my novels until love was no longer a small voice, but now my purpose as a writer. | outer-banks southern-fiction southern-writers | Patricia Hickman | |
| 4386901 | Because Miss Jenkins believes in learned behavior instead of rational thought. What we should be taught is compassionate response. | Wen Spencer | ||
| 3541694 | It was comforting for only a moment. Then Joshua realized that the dude still had a seriously huge knife in his hand. The part of him that was crying like a kicked puppy took off running. Unfortunately it took the rest of him with it. "No! Nononono!" He cried even as he bolted. This was what scared him about being a werewolf. He wasn't in control of his body anymore. Because of his last name and small size, he'd always been a target of bull.. | truth | Wen Spencer |