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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 67b0000 | No fish were biting. Not that morning. She heard James calling her with panic in his voice. Slowly, she trudged back to her family. "I told you," Sammy said to James, "because the fishing line was" | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 3886e40 | The air in the library rooms was silent, full of ideas, the thinking of the writers of books, the thinking of the readers of books. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| f585fd6 | Bullet shrugged. She was right, it would just be another box. It was going to be just another box for him, too, but he'd figured it out. You didn't get out of one box without getting into another, and you didn't get out of one box without getting into another, and you didn't get out without it costing you. For himself, he was just looking for a box that fit him. For her - what he was hoping to do was just loosen a board or two for her. It w.. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| b40eb95 | curled up, closed his eyes, and marched himself off, as if sleep were an actual place, like home, like the kitchen--a place a mouse could go to. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 520ad47 | when he sat in the rowboat again, the oars ready but not yet dipped into the water to take him away from the island, Jeff looked back. He didn't see the busy land crabs nor the overgrown interior; he saw the beach, knowing it was there just beyond sight, keeping the sight of it clear in his inner eye. He splashed the oars into the water. Behind him, a great blue squawked -- Jeff turned his head quickly. The heron rose up from the marsh gras.. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| b906fef | Jeff had made himself a place, inside himself, a kind of tower room, round, without any windows. In that room, he had locked his memory of the beach on the island, all the memories from the day hours and from the night hours. He had discovered how to step inside that room and slide the curved door closed and bolt it across. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 2aa1027 | If I was sure, I'd say. For your Momma, maybe. For all of us, maybe, but I don't think so. I think, maybe, it's reaching out for that school. Somehow. I'm not saying that's what you thought you were doing or what you even wanted to do. But it's how it turned out. And I'm sorry, the way it turned out. Because somebody's slapped your hand back good and hard. But I don't want you to stop reaching, just because it didn't come out the way it sho.. | cynthia voigt | ||
| ae15156 | He made his way down to the creek, down a five-foot muddy bank to a band of sand too narrow to lie down on. He had to force his way through honeysuckle vines and the branches of low wild cherry trees, so his approach was clumsy, noisy. As he slid to his feet, a great blue heron croaked loudly just off to his left and at the same time rose out and flew away -- complaining -- to land on the far side of the creek. From there, the bird stared a.. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 70b9864 | Orien," Birle protested again. "You can stay if you must." Orien's cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. "But I wish you'd come. I don't know how long it would be before I could come back for you." So she followed him, since he would return for her." | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 2021e94 | It was almost as if he'd been a ghost in all those rooms, all those days, a ghost in his own life. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| deb32ab | If he was a ghost in the life he remembered, Jeff thought, he was also a ghost in his present life, just the same way. Except, in all the fourteen years, just a couple of times. With Melody that first summer he had felt alive. On the beach on the island. And when he played the guitar. Most of the time, he thought, he practiced not being anybody. If you weren't anybody then nobody could -- what? Hurt you or leave you behind? Make you unhappy.. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 7231328 | He had locked her out of his mind and out of his life. She could no longer get through to him, to make him feel the way she used to. He just wanted to forget about her and the way she played on his feelings -- the same way she used to play on the guitar, he thought, remembering for a minute. He knew now just how badly she had played the guitar. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| f57d702 | I wouldn't like to meet her again," Jeff said, "and not in a dark alley." He'd need to be tougher than he ever could be, and it wasn't just this one old lady, it was most people in the world. Jeff felt as if he'd been keeping a secret from himself and had come around a dark inner corner to rediscover it. He felt shaky, but as if he'd learned something. Probably it was good for him. He thought it was. It wasn't good for him to get confident;.. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 8326860 | When she asked him to play a song while she finished, he had to strum chords for a while and pretend to be tuning up until he settled down. He didn't want her to see how unsettled he'd been by the whole thing. How unsettled he still was. He had thought he was the fisherman, but he saw now -- She had pronged him, with a single stroke, pronged him through the heart and he was caught. Just like with Melody, caught. But this wasn't Melody, Dice.. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 9984be2 | He guessed he wouldn't mind being a book. Books just did what they were made to do, like stars just shining out in case anyone cared to look. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 3e73f0e | When Jeff Greene was in second grade, seven and a half years old, he got home from school one Tuesday afternoon in early March, and found a note from his mother, saying that she had gone away and would not be coming back. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| ce7c818 | You were going to fall, you always did, but you had to get up fast and keep going. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| 72114fb | Ideas, he knew from experience, arrived in their own good time, dressed exactly the way they wanted to be and saying only as much as they felt like. | Cynthia Voigt | ||
| e340366 | But we outgrow this spontaneity and forget the completeness of the circle of blessing. Once again we have come to think of happiness as material prosperity, as affluence. This is the consumer mentality, and is how Madison Avenue would have us think. When we have been turned into consumers we are lowered from being men and women, thinking human beings. Far too often we fall for the not-very-subtle temptation: the more we consume, the happier.. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 41a656d | Hayek's ultimate social goal--his utopia--was the unification of all humankind in one society. | Alan O. Ebenstein | ||
| d3fc547 | Hayek opposed not merely Keynes's policy recommendations, but his technical method. | Alan O. Ebenstein | ||
| 9ac64fc | What counts is what you do with your money, not where it came from. | Merton Miller | ||
| 1a88245 | Both knowledge and wisdom extend man's reach. Knowledge led to computers, wisdom to chopsticks. | Alan Perlis | ||
| 57cef2d | But we have seen it in the air,A fairy like a William Pear | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 669836c | Justice is a virtue, but not one that makes people lovable. | Alan Ryan | ||
| 8c71cf4 | The fact that every part of this ship was built by the low bidder. | Alan Shepard | ||
| 15db73b | Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not. | Alan Sillitoe | ||
| 9e97d5b | I saw all of a suddenNo sign of any ship. | Mervyn Peake | ||
| 3d90065 | You can always rely on a society of equals taking it out on the women. | Alan Sillitoe | ||
| c2ec80e | Military men are capable of abominable crimes; witness, in our recent time alone, Chile, My Lai, Greece. But it is a "liberal" fallacy that equates the military mind with real evil and makes it the exclusive province of lieutenants or generals; the secondary evil of which the military is frequently capable is aggressive, romantic, melodramatic, thrilling, orgasmic. Real evil, the suffocating evil of Auschwitz--gloomy, monotonous, barren, bo.. | military ordinary-people | William Styron | |
| 2122c30 | Despoiled and exploited like the South, and like it, a poverty-ridden, agrarian, feudal society, Poland has shared with the Old South one bulwark against its immemorial humiliation, and that is pride. Pride and the recollection of vanished glories. | nationalism poland | William Styron | |
| e3cf04b | Is it best to know about a child's death, even one so horrible, or to know that the child lives but that you will never, never see him again? | tragedy | William Styron | |
| df44129 | la negra noche del alma humana cuando millones de inocentes sufrian y morian bajo la dominacion nazi. | William Styron | ||
| 9859c44 | That the word "indescribable" should present itself is not fortuitous, since it has to be emphasized that if the pain were readily describable most of the countless sufferers from this ancient affliction would have been able to confidently depict for their friends and loved ones (even their physicians) some of the actual dimensions of their torment, and perhaps elicit a comprehension that has been generally lacking; such incomprehension ha.. | William Styron | ||
| 2c9a193 | For the first time in my life, which had for years been sometimes witlessly gregarious, I discovered the pain of unwanted solitude. Like a felon suddenly thrown into solitary confinement, I found myself feeding off the unburned fat of inward resources I barely knew I possessed. | William Styron | ||
| 813697e | such incomprehension has usually been due not to a failure of sympathy but to the basic inability of healthy people to imagine a form of torment so alien to everyday experience. | William Styron | ||
| 11a0e64 | One of the century's most famous intellectual pronouncements comes at the beginning of The Myth of Sisyphus: "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy" | William Styron | ||
| 38007cf | One of the things I cannnot grasp, though I have often written about them, trying to get them into some kind of bearable perspective," Steiner writes, "is the time relation." Steiner has just quoted descriptions of the brutal deaths of two Jews at the Treblinka extermination camp. "Precisely at the same hour in which Mehring and Langner were being done to death, the overwhelming plurality of human beings, two miles away on the Polish farms,.. | holocaust sophie-s-choice styron world-war-two wwii | William Styron | |
| 560237d | This determined, abiding fascination is what she thinks of as her soul (an embarrassing, sentimental word, but what else to call it?); the part that might conceivably survive the death of the body. | Michael Cunningham | ||
| d114ceb | That's what a man is supposed to do for his wife. Listen, if a nigger didn't get lynched every now and then, well, there's just no telling what they'd do to us." "Who?" Lily asked. "Why, honey, the niggers and our husbands both. I don't care what color they are; men build up steam. And they gotta let it out somewhere. Colored men. White men. They both crazy. Honey, the point is you gotta look at it this way: A whole lotta women can't, "I go.. | gender masculinity race race-and-racism-in-america | Bebe Moore Campbell | |
| 56a85dd | His eyesight wasn't as keen as it had been, but he knew a changing mind when he saw it. | insightful-quote literary-quotes | Bebe Moore Campbell | |
| 61088e9 | If there was a market in mass-produced portable nuclear weapons, we'd market them, too. | Alan Sugar | ||
| 9a6792e | If you take care of your character, your reputation will take care of itself. | Alan Sugar | ||
| eebb039 | T]he m-configuration may be changed. | Alan Turing |