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| 418291d | She tried, leaning back and closing her eyes, to put in order what she had seen, heard, and what she had known before. She wanted to place her knowledge in paragraphs ( a good opening sentence? she thought), so that it would be easy to handle when she came to write it. But it did not fit in paragraphs and she could not see it, plain and informative, colourful but unimpassioned, on a page. There was no beginning, no middle, no end. | Martha Gellhorn | ||
| 5a52871 | The fear syndrome [a species of propaganda], by exaggerating Vietcong power for destruction, misplaces the real pain of the real war, and is immensely dangerous. It leads to hysteria, to hawk-demands for a bigger war; it pushes us nearer and nearer to World War Three. The fear syndrome in no way serves the American cause; it can only jeopardize more American lives, with the ultimate risk of jeopardizing all life. | fear-syndrome propaganda vietnam vietnam-war | Martha Gellhorn | |
| b061428 | The men in Washington seem unable to accept that there are more poor people than rich peoplele in the world. They do not recognize that poor people, in the late twentieth century, cannot endure poverty and disease and ignorance forever. When minimal social justice is long denied, the poor will rebel. If rebellion can be crushed - as is perhaps possible in a very small country like El Salvador - it will rise again later. Nicaragua can be bom.. | nicaragua poor-people poverty rebellion rich-people | Martha Gellhorn | |
| e338e27 | the American journalist Martha Gellhorn wrote after trekking across much of China in 1940. No worse luck could befall a human being than to be born and live there, unless by some golden chance you happened to be born one of the .00000099 percent who had power, money, privilege (and even then, even then). I pitied them all, I saw no tolerable future for them, and I longed to escape away from what I had escaped into: the age-old misery, filth.. | Richard Bernstein | ||
| 1287411 | Dr. Soekarno was always exactly what he was in the beginning, a whizz-bang demagogue, an opportunist, just another little dictator. U.S. officialdom never tires of backing that type. Nor does U.S. officialdom take sufficient note of the writing on the wall, such as: Down With All Whites. I wonder what the phrase looks like in Vietnamese. | indonesia java martha-gellhorn war | Martha Gellhorn | |
| 07a3039 | His illusions about American decency had not survived the reading of American history. | Michael Chabon | ||
| a3b5f7c | It is an almost overpowering effort to be just, informed, sane and strong when you are worried about a roof over your head, money for food, for the children's shoes, for coal, for a little fun, worried and harassed by the daily unending problem of living. But it is an effort that must be made, for lasting peace is not going to come of itself, nor cheaply, nor due to someone else. | responsibility | Martha Gellhorn | |
| cee28a3 | Martha Gellhorn joined Hemingway in Madrid one month later. After six weeks in Spain, Ernest left, picked up the manuscript of his novel in Paris, and went to Bimini to revise it. There he was reunited with his children and Pauline. A few weeks later he came to New York again to deliver a speech before the Second American Writers' Congress at Carnegie Hall. Martha sat by his side during the speeches that preceded his. Her influence perhaps .. | A. Scott Berg | ||
| 1e49912 | Perche finche la guerra e altrove, non riesci a prenderla sul serio. Come ha detto Martha Gellhorn "La guerra e un fatto personale". E proprio cosi: finche non capita a te, non riesci a capirla, tanto meno a immaginarla. Finche non entra nella tua vita e irreale" | reality war | Lucy Foley | |
| e827037 | In a Sunday Times piece entitled "Courage Knows No Gender," she quoted Martha Gellhorn, who said, "Feminists nark me. I think they've done a terrible disservice to women, branding us as 'women's writers.' Nobody says men writers; before, we were all simply writers." | Lindsey Hilsum | ||
| d640997 | Many years later, Martha revisited the same Caribbean islands. She found yachts and rubber Zodiac dinghies, plastic bottles on the seabed, casinos and boutiques in the sleepy ports, and great bald patches of land, stripped for development, where once all had been jungle and green. It was, she wrote sadly, a world lost. Returning | Caroline Moorehead | ||
| 5c14f21 | Aucun individu ne pouvait posseder la justice; seule Maat, au corps aussi leger qu'une plume d'autruche, connaissait le poids des actes. Aux magistrats de la servir avec la tendresse d'un enfant pour sa mere. (...) | Christian Jacq | ||
| c5a5fd9 | Seduto su un macigno eroso dai venti, dal sole e dalle piogge degli uragani, Carter ne contemplo la cresta denudata, dorata dalla luce del tramonto. Grazie a Tutankhamon, quel regno del nulla si era trasformato in speranza: in esso, tutto restava immobile e immutabile, perche su quella terra degli dei nulla era cominciato nel tempo e nulla nel tempo sarebbe finito. | inspirational tutankhamon | Christian Jacq | |
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| 44caa19 | Filling 1 3/4 cups plus 2 tablespoons chilled heavy whipping cream 3 tablespoons powdered sugar 2 teaspoons framboise (clear raspberry brandy; optional) 3/4 teaspoon vanilla extract 2 cups fresh raspberries or frozen unsweetened raspberries, thawed, drained Additional fresh raspberries (optional) | Barbara Fairchild | ||
| c95b255 | FILLING: Using electric mixer, beat cream, powdered sugar, framboise (if using), and vanilla in large bowl until firm peaks form. Transfer 1 1/2 cups whipped cream mixture to small bowl and chill. Fold raspberries into remaining whipped cream mixture for filling. Using long serrated knife, cut each cake layer horizontally in half. Using large tart pan bottom as aid, transfer 1 layer to platter. Slide waxed paper strips under edges of cake. .. | Barbara Fairchild | ||
| 058161c | Deep Chocolate Pound Cake Mixing boiling water into the cocoa powder is the key to creating a deep chocolate flavor: This melts the cocoa butter and disperses the cocoa through-out the batter. Adding mini chocolate chips that melt into the cake intensifies the flavor even more. Cut any leftover cake into cubes and layer it in glasses with sweetened whipped cream, fresh raspberries, and a touch of chocolate sauce for pretty individual trifle.. | Barbara Fairchild | ||
| 4631bfd | I don't believe in a god. Or a devil. I'm not like my father. I'm not afraid of being kicked out of some heaven or of burning in some hellpit. If you think that I should be like Ilene and embrace some shitty 'truth' in order to be a model husband or father or a reputable member of society the way society thinks I should be, we can quit this now. F*** you. | Diane M. Johnson | ||
| f2cb925 | Puffed pastry. That's what the newspaper reporters called it. Department of Transportation inspectors called it disintegration. Deterioration; the over-saturation of iron bridgework by water and air that caused it to puff up and crust over like cheese over a steaming crock of French onion soup. If you touched it, it would flake away like a bad case of psoriasis. | Diane M. Johnson | ||
| 1dc2a17 | Ninety inmates was the maximum holding capacity for the Schoharie County Correctional Facility, and ninety inmates resided there. The was no room for fresh crime. | Diane M. Johnson | ||
| 22a5aa6 | My daddy walked with Jesus Now he's in the Looney Bin Put your faith in God We Trust A masquerade for sin The god you praise The rapist Loves his virgins Kills his sons My daddy's in a padded room Insane for the wrong One | Diane M. Johnson | ||
| a088390 | Yet--some Frenchman had written--"absence diminishes commonplace passions and enhances great ones." | Diane Johnson | ||
| e4a96ab | was like I was hurting myself and he was showing me how it looked. It was right there on his face. How it looked when we listened to our fear. Our uncertainty. When we let it be the thing that guides us. How, even if it may masquerade as safety, it almost always, ultimately, does more damage than figuring out how to do something greater, braver. Something bold. Be the opposite of yourself. | Laura Dave | ||
| 238d55c | I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters. | love | Laura Dave | |
| fc6edfb | going to find what he was looking for there. "Would you feel better if I told you I had some great photography opportunities" | Laura Dave | ||
| 4f911a6 | Growing up is never idyllic, is it? Or it'd be called something else" - Jacob" | Laura Dave | ||
| 0c46bf7 | He reached forward and held my face, trying to make me look at him. Except I couldn't look at him and not see all the stories he had kept private about his life this last year. There were breakfasts with Maddie, secret cards and phone calls, a million stories that he hadn't shared--including the story about how much Michelle still loved him. Wasn't the ultimate form of fidelity whom you told your stories to? Ben had stopped telling me his.. | Laura Dave | ||
| c0783a9 | car. I headed down CA-116--the winding road | Laura Dave | ||
| 89ce250 | Sean checked his watch, grimaced, and lengthened his stride down the hallway. He'd make it to the high school--but only if he skirted around town instead of cutting through. It was 12:40 p.m. and the downtown streets would be clogged with motorists battling for lunch hour parking. He was halfway down the granite steps when he spotted Dave and Evelyn standing beside his car in the lot reserved for official use. He raised an eyebrow at the tw.. | Laura Moore | ||
| 3d3df97 | In the interest of educating the citizens of Coral Beach, I'd like to propose to Mayor McDermott and Mr. Cullen that the town organize a weekend of diving instruction for its residents." At Lily's suggestion, excited murmurs swept through the auditorium. Dave, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, whispered a rueful, "Damn. I had a hunch Lily would find a way to retaliate after I suggested you could beat her swimming. Looked like s.. | Laura Moore | ||
| fff0d21 | saw me. And it seemed like he was going to do the right thing. But then slowly, evenly, he shook his head. "Your father is welcome to stay on and help run the vineyard. He knows that we would love to have him. He knows that was our preference." I stared at him in disbelief. "Wow, just when I thought you might understand." | Laura Dave | ||
| 1703f66 | When a script focuses on being a film instead of a formula, it can transcend the ghetto of its genre. -Mike Schmidt | Graham Elwood | ||
| 82708f0 | Knowing Finn thought I was an awful driver. Like, running of gas while getting a speeding ticket awful. | my-life siblings | Laura Dave | |
| deb271c | I'd been wrong about the ways we move past the versions of ourselves that no longer fit. I'd thought it involved running, as far and as fast as your feet could carry you, from your former selves. I didn't understand that was the surest way to wind up exactly where you started. 44 In the morning, I looked out the window, feeling foggy and damp, like I'd had a bottle of wine the night before. | Laura Dave | ||
| 4764fb4 | We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job | forgiveness | Laura Dave | |
| de5a0a9 | More than one thing is never true. People love to say the opposite, love to talk about inner conflict, nuances, levels of complication. But if this last year has taught her anything, it has taught her that people are clearer on what they want than they admit to themselves. They want something, or they don't. They decide to keep working at a relationship or they give up. They love someone or they love someone else. And if they love someone e.. | lie love marriage | Laura Dave | |
| 8e7cad0 | You think if you don't talk about it, you can just pretend everything is all right? Everything is not all right. Not with us, not with your parents, not with anything today. And if you let yourself go anywhere real with it, you have to acknowledge it. | honesty love self-disclosure self-discovery truth | Laura Dave | |
| 3313415 | I looked at Finn, tempted to explain what had just happened, Bobby moving toward him, though I kept my mouth shut, in favor of trusting what I had learned this weekend, in the face of everything falling apart, and maybe coming together in a greater way than I could have hoped for. You couldn't always work so hard to fix it. Even if things didn't always go the way they should, sometimes they went exactly where they needed to" -Georgia" | Laura Dave | ||
| 9bd3ef5 | newspaper at that very table, and was racing | Laura Dave | ||
| c0a6f75 | People always say that things come full circle, but I think that's not accurate. I think they just come very close. You find yourself almost back where you started, but you've moved slightly. Like evidence of the time that has passed, of the things that have happened. | Laura Dave | ||
| 5b0c51d | I had never seen anyone concentrate like that on anything. It was like watching love. | Laura Dave | ||
| 26007d5 | Be careful what you give up...because eventually, you get it back any way you can. | Laura Dave | ||
| 2fd168c | Did it every occur to you that if you weren't living in fear of other people's opinions of you, no one would have the power to take anything away? | Laura Dave | ||
| bad9266 | Sean was already on his feet. He tossed a large tip on the bar. "Thanks again, Charlie. See you later, Dave." "See you," Dave echoed. With a glimmer of a smile, he nodded in the direction of the parking lot. "Catching a ride?" "That's the idea." "Good luck." "Thanks. I'll need it." Sean had slipped his jacket off the back of the stool and was shrugging into it when one of the men seated at the corner spoke. "Hey, McDermott, what's your opin.. | Laura Moore |