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| 0e88025 | They were a pair of white mice, I thought--only Kitsey was a spun-sugar, fairy-princess mouse whereas Andy was more the kind of luckless, anemic, pet-shop mouse you might feed to your boa constrictor. "Get" | Donna Tartt | ||
| 0e1e789 | furniture polish: 16 parts beeswax, 4 parts resin, 1 part Venice turpentine, | Donna Tartt | ||
| 82ae4a9 | CHAPTER 3 | Donna Tartt | ||
| 8827ed6 | Y eso es lo que hacen todos los grandes maestros. Rembrandt. Velazquez. Lo ultimo de Tiziano. Construyen la ilusion, el truco..., pero te acercas un paso mas y se desintegra en pinceladas. Abstracto, como de otro mundo. Una clase de belleza totalmente diferente y mucho mas profunda. Es y no es. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 6bc2180 | All that blind, infantile hunger to save and be saved, to repeat the past and make it different, had somehow attached itself, ravenously, to her. | Donna Tartt | ||
| bda5041 | Tenemos el arte para no morir de la verdad. NIETZSCHE | Donna Tartt | ||
| 952f689 | Nitric acid. Lampblack. Furniture, like all living things, acquired marks and scars over the course of time. The effects of time, visible and invisible. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 45c6e7a | Quiza la buena suerte se parecia a la mala suerte en que tardabas un tiempo en asimilarla. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 42e9e5a | other means) claiming to Hobie that I'd already sold the | Donna Tartt | ||
| 21a48a0 | dingbat, | Donna Tartt | ||
| 13c1dd5 | It had been a conscious decision to pull free. It had taken everything I had to do it, like an animal gnawing a limb off to escape a trap. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 847b298 | You had to hand it to her: she was as cool as dammit. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 4c07f9d | None of us ever find enough kindness in the world, do we? | Donna Tartt | ||
| f96b077 | The line of beauty is the line of beauty. It doesn't matter if it's been through the Xerox a hundred times. [...] You know what Picasso says. 'Bad artists copy, good artists steal.' Still with real greatness, there's a jolt at the end of the wire. It doesn't matter how often you grab hold of the line, or how many people have grabbed hold of it before you. It's the same line. Fallen from a higher life. It still carries some of the same shock.. | beauty | Donna Tartt | |
| fce0f16 | we all jumped--a cab with its light on skidded across the lane to us, throwing up a fan of sewer-smelling water. "Watch it!" said Goldie, leaping aside as the taxi plowed to a stop--and then observing that my mother had no umbrella. "Wait," he said, starting into the lobby, to the collection of lost and forgotten umbrellas that he saved in a brass can by the fireplace and re-distributed on rainy days. "No," my mother called, fishing in her .. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 4bca6c8 | Boris shrugged. "Who cares? If he is good to you? None of us ever find enough kindness in the world, do we?" | Donna Tartt | ||
| df4f7c3 | A veces tienes que perder para ganar. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 28cb54c | Penso che in questo caso dovremmo chiamarla ironia della sorte, piu che divina provvidenza." "Si, ma perche vuoi darle un nome? E se fossero la stessa cosa?" | Donna Tartt | ||
| d352cf0 | the world is much stranger than we know or can say. And I know how you think, or how you like to think, but maybe this is one instance where you can't boil down to pure 'good' or pure 'bad' like you always want to do--? Like, your two different piles? Bad over here, good over here? Maybe not quite so simple. Because--all the way driving here, driving all night, Christmas lights on the motorway and I'm not ashamed to tell you, I got choked u.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| bc72dca | Every time I thought of it my stomach squirmed, so that my first instinct was to slam the lid down hard and think of something else. | Donna Tartt | ||
| d993ffd | The thing to remember," said Dave, the psychiatrist who had been assigned to me by the city, "is that you'll be taken care of no matter what." He was a thirtyish guy with dark clothes and trendy eyeglasses who always looked as if he'd just come from a poetry reading in the basement of some church." | Donna Tartt | ||
| 093cbb5 | She'd heard the stories so often that she knew them by heart, could repeat them if she wanted, sometimes even dash in a detail or two neglected in the retelling [...]. The stories were familiar much as stories from her mother's girlhood were familiar, or stories from books. But none of them seemed connected with her in any fundamental way. | Donna Tartt | ||
| e93fcf5 | No law against throwing a coat in the canal, is there?" "I would have thought so, yes." "Well--who knows. Not very widely enforced law, if you ask me" | Donna Tartt | ||
| e0c29da | Because--what if that particular goldfinch (and it is very particular) had never been captured or born into captivity, displayed in some household where the painter Fabritius was able to see it? It can never have understood why it was forced to live in such misery: bewildered by noise ( as I imagine), distressed by smoke, barking dogs, cooking smells, teased by drunkards and children, tethered to fly on the shortest of chains. Yet even a ch.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 441a004 | I knew my mother's feet, her clothes, her two-tone black and white shoes - and long after I was sure of it I made myself stand in their midst, folded deep inside myself like a sick pigeon with its eyes closed. | Donna Tartt | ||
| e6b515d | It used to be a perfectly ordinary day but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.) | Donna Tartt | ||
| c50c2d8 | Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. (...) We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us. | Donna Tartt | ||
| c5117fb | Also they have rattlesnakes, and the death penalty, which I think is primitive and unethical | Donna Tartt | ||
| 4d18d8a | strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 76c3da0 | Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it... We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 7678215 | What you want to live and be happy in the world is a woman who has her own life and lets you have yours. | Donna Tartt | ||
| d8bc80c | They were a pair of white mice, I thought--only Kitsey was a spun-sugar, fairy-princess mouse whereas Andy was more the kind of luckless, anemic, pet-shop mouse you might feed to your boa constrictor. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 368987a | It was six o'clock in the morning, and the sun was rising over the mountains, and the birches, and the impossibly green meadows; and to me, dazed with night and no sleep and three days on the highway, it was like a country from a dream. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 98945ba | Sometimes, when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Action slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an eternity. Little things--a cricket on a stem, the veined branches on a leaf--are magnified, brought from the background in achingly clear focus. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 69b629a | What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? | Donna Tartt | ||
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| e56802c | Eugene accepted the legitimacy of such phenomena, much as he and his brothers accepted the pageantry and feuds of World Federation professional wrestling, not caring much if some of the matches were fixed. | Donna Tartt | ||
| d245d66 | aware that Allison's eyes were on him, stepped backwards and began instead to swivel his lower body in an oddly lascivious and adult-looking little dance. | Donna Tartt | ||
| f837c5b | I hadn't been at school since the day before my mother died and as long as I stayed away her death seemed unofficial somehow. But once I went back it would be a public fact. Worse: the thought of returning to any kind of normal routine seemed disloyal, wrong. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 2d9725e | What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted--? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead, straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straig.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 3504199 | And what would I do ? Part of me was immobile, stunned with despair, like those rats that lose hope in laboratory experiments and lie down in the maze to starve. | Donna Tartt | ||
| bb1e442 | Is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name? | Donna Tartt | ||
| 720acb7 | But when she was annoyed with me, she had a cold way of saying "Apparently" in answer to almost anything I said, making me feel stupid. "Um, I can't find the can opener." "Apparently." "There's going to be a lunar eclipse tonight." "Apparently." "Look, sparks are coming out of the wall socket." "Apparently." | humor humour | Donna Tartt | |
| 2e0f8aa | During the next week, everyone noticed that my appetite had improved, even Toddy. "Are you done with your hunger strike?" he asked me curiously, one morning. "Toddy, eat your breakfast." "But I thought that was what it was called. When people don't eat." "No, a hunger strike is for people in prison," Kitsey said coolly. "Kitten," said Mr. Barbour, in a warning tone. "Yes, but he ate three waffles yesterday," said Toddy, looking eagerl.. | humour | Donna Tartt |