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8207fa3 Lincoln died from a bullet to the head while he sat next to his wife in the Ford Theatre. Kennedy died from a bullet to the head while he sat next to his wife in a Ford car. Terry Deary
139d7c0 I have hope. But it's all an illusion. John Fowles
fe72200 Como es posible que me ame como dice? ?Como puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce? John Fowles
974d700 One needs either equality or political and economic superiority. Andrea Dworkin
decccfb klm fhmt lHry@ `l~ nHw fDl , klm SbHt ql mtlkan lh John Fowles
6a8aede I like to think of myself as a director, on the pitch and in life Andrea Pirlo
63db4f4 I strike dead balls alla Pirlo. Each shot bears my name and they're all my children. Andrea Pirlo
a15c447 How can you save lay persons when you ascribe to images the power which God gave to his word alone? Andreas Karlstadt
9bdc8f4 From this skull-rock strange golden roots throw Ikons and incidents; the man in the mask Manipulates. I am the fool that falls And never learns to wait and watch, Icarus eternally damned, the dupe of time . . . John Fowles
43381b4 Viva. Pero viva a la manera en que esta viva la muerte. vida John Fowles
08a3992 National Independence, Popular Sovereignty, Social Liberation, Democratic Process. Andreas Papandreou
a54e037 Its meaning is whatever reaction it provokes in the reader, and so far as I am concerned there is no given 'right' reaction. John Fowles
02fc613 My only plea is that all artists have to range the full extent of their own lives freely. The rest of the world can censor and bury their private past. We cannot, and so have to remain partly green till the day we die... callow-green in the hope of becoming fertile-green. John Fowles
904fd97 Era inutil. Ella habia matado todo romance entre los dos, y se habia convertido en una mujer cualquiera para mi. Como las demas. Ya habia dejado de respetarla; ya nada quedaba de respetar en ella. secuestro John Fowles
8d53182 Comprendo que soy terriblemente cobarde. No quiero morir, porque amo la vida apasionadamente. !Nunca habia sabido hasta hoy cuanta es mi ansia de vivir! Si consigo librarme de este infierno, jamas podre volver a ser lo que era antes. encierro muerte secuestro vida John Fowles
6710eef Time for "Change" has come. Andreas Papandreou
c04ad47 I know what I am to him. A butterfly he has always wanted to catch. I remember (the very fisrt time i met him) G.P. saying that collectors were the worst animals of all. He meant art collectors, of course. I didn't really understand, I thought he was just trying to shock Caroline - and me. But of course, he is right. They're anti-life, anti-art, anti-everything. John Fowles
37ba3e7 Algunas veces tengo un enorme deseo de gritar, hasta que mi voz se rompa, !hasta la muerte! No puedo escribir. !No hay palabras! !Desesperacion, total desesperacion! He estado asi todo el dia. Se apodera de mi una especie de panico, lento, lentisimo... ?Que pudo haber pensado el cuando me encerro aqui? John Fowles
fe3d502 Man is a highly acquisitive creature, brainwashed by most modern societies into believing that the act of acquisition is more enjoyable than the fact of having acquired, that getting beats having got. John Fowles
87a93ae Russia itself having turned to socialist realism - no-man's-land between surrealism and communism,... John Fowles
d892030 Only fools think our attitude to our fellow men is a thing distinct from our attitude to 'lesser' life. John Fowles
73439f5 They're teaching you to express personality at the Slade - personality in general. But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating. It John Fowles
76adc12 He got up and said, I think you've got something in you. I don't know. Women very rarely have. I mean most women just want to be good at something, they've got good-at minds, and they mean deftness and a flair and good taste and what-not. They can't ever understand that if your desire is to go to the furthest limits of yourself then the actual form your art takes doesn't seem important to you. Whether John Fowles
da20778 Ordinary experience, from waking second to second, is in fact highly synthetic (in the sense of combinative or constructive), and made of a complexity of strands, past memories and present perceptions, times and places, private and public history, hopelessly beyond science's powers to analyse. It is quintessentially 'wild' ... unphilosophical, irrational uncontrollable, incalculable. phenomenology science John Fowles
341f957 it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind. The technically accomplished buggers are two a penny in any period. Especially in this great age of universal education. He John Fowles
5d8b3ec I remember later he said (Professor Higgins again), you don't really stand a dog's chance anyhow. You're too pretty. The art of love's your line: not the love of art. John Fowles
56abe9e The collection had the eclectic impersonality of a public library. John Fowles
2c461eb Pastor Madison looked steadily at the jurors, cleared his throat and started to read. "Marriage is what brings us together today. Where did the idea of marriage come from? What is marriage? Does marriage have any purpose in this modern age? Is it really a blessed arrangement? Why shouldn't anyone, or any group of someones, be allowed to marry? Is marriage in danger of extinction? These are all questions, along with others, that we .. John Price
981f297 And the sky all wild, all free, all wind and air and space and stars. John Fowles
63443de Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea. John Fowles
a0ff7f7 2} Neither did I but vacant seasons spend In this my scribble; nor did I intend But to divert myself in doing this From worser thoughts which make me do amiss. Thus, I set pen to paper with delight, And quickly had my thoughts in black and white. For, having now my method by the end, Still as I pulled, it came; and so I penned It down: until it came at last to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see. Well, when I had thus put .. John Bunyan
655d0a4 From the hills behind, came the solitary voice of a girl. She must have been bringing down the goats, and she was singing wildly. At the limit of her uninhibited voice, without any recognizable melody in Turkish Muslim intervals. It sounded disembodied, of place, not person. I remembered having heard a similar voice, perhaps this same girl's, singing one day on the hill behind the school. It had drifted down the hill into the classroom, and.. John Fowles
a939065 She liked doing things, and only then finding a reason for doing them. John Fowles
225015e Kak otmetil v svoei monografii "Piatidesiatye na rasput'e" doktor Konchis, "buntariu, kotoryi ne obladaet darom buntaria ot prirody, ugotovana sud'by trutnia; no i eta metafora netochna, ibo u trutnia vsegda ostaetsia pust' i mizernaia, no vozmozhnost' osemenit' matku, v to vremia kak dvunogii truten'-buntar' i takoi vozmozhnosti lishen; pri nekotorom umstvennom usilii on osoznaet sebia sushchestvom absoliutno besplodnym, sushchestvom, dlia.. John Fowles
40ffbd3 Ona khoroshaia, khoroshaia, no ee liubopytstvo stiagivaet menia, kak set'. Ia - budto urodlivyi parazit, kotoryi mozhet sushchestvovat' lish' pri udachnom stechenii obstoiatel'stv, v nekom neprochnom simbioze. Te, chto na sude, oshiblis', sochtia, chto ia - okhotnik za zhenshchinami. Na samom dele dostich' komforta, iskrennosti v obshchenii, dukhovnoi svobody ia mogu tol'ko s pomoshch'iu zhenshchin, kotorye okhotiatsia za mnoi. Ia zhertva, .. John Fowles
6287424 In our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
6e7bff4 But everything beyond what he pays for and sees himself get is suspicious to him. He doesn't believe in any other world but the one he lives in and sees. He's the one in prison; in his own hateful narrow present world. John Fowles
4da3b61 And yes, he had more dignity than I did then and I felt small, mean. Always sneering at him, jabbing him, hating him and showing it. It was funny, we sat in silence facing each other and I had a feeling I've had once or twice before, of the most peculiar closeness to him - not love or attraction or sympathy in any way. But linked destiny. Like being shipwrecked on an island - a raft - together. In every way not wanting to be together. But t.. John Fowles
debf42b Beware of the waiting room." He closed the door at once, as if he had rehearsed that moment. I opened it quickly, and leaned out to call after him, "The what?" He turned, but only to give a sharp wave, the Trafalgar Square crowd swallowed him up. I couldn't get the smile on his face out of my mind, it secreted an omission. Something he'd saved up, a mysterious last word. Waiting room. Waiting room. Waiting room. It went round in my head all.. John Fowles
3d29fbb So that the smile was not so much an attitude to be taken to life as the nature of the cruelty of life, a cruelty we cannot even choose to avoid, since it is human existence. life smile John Fowles
76a9311 Thus began Outrage from liveless things; but Discord first Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational, Death introduc'd through fierce antipathie: Beast now with Beast gan war, & Fowle with Fowle, And Fish with Fish; to graze the Herb all leaving, Devourd each other; nor stood much in awe Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glar'd on him passing: these were from without The growing miseries, which ADAM saw Alreadie.. John Milton
96a0807 Henry knew sin was a challenge to life; not an act of unreason, but an act of courage and determination. determination sin John Fowles
5621d91 Bir zaman insanlar kendi hazlarini yaratabilecegine inaniyordu; simdi onlarin bedelini odemesi gerektigine inaniyor. Sanki cicekler artik tarlalarda ve bahcelerde degil de; sadece cicekci dukkanlarinda yetisiyormus gibi. John Fowles
a6e23ef The lifeless sea was ruffled here and there by a lost zephyr, by a stippling shoal of sardines, dark ash-blue lines that snaked, broad then narrow, in slow motion across the shimmering mirageous surface, as if the water was breeding corruption. John Fowles