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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9ab5585 | One sip of thisBeyond the bliss of dreams. | Alcoholic beverages | ||
| d75a802 | Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. | Alcoholic beverages | ||
| a4fc606 | There St. John mingles with my friendly bowlThe feast of reason and the flow of soul. | Alcoholic beverages | ||
| 7e247a0 | They never taste who always drink. | Alcoholic beverages | ||
| be71542 | They drink with impunity, or anybody who invites them. | Alcoholic beverages | ||
| dc32484 | Drink, pretty creature, drink! | Alcoholic beverages | ||
| 79727ca | Wine in; truth out. | Alcoholism | ||
| 76cc81e | Jesus," he said to himself. "Drunk for ten years." | Alcoholism | ||
| 068ac97 | The print was an old one made from a negative taken in the 1960's of her parents in Sydney Mines, dancing with thrilled, excited expressions on their faces, in front of a classic car that had been a wedding gift at the time. Her mother's hair, red back then, was held back by a blue handkerchief, and she was dressed in a billowing skirt and white blouse. Her father's denim jeans and faded t-shirt were streaked with coal dust as he held her h.. | arents canada coal coal-mine dancing darkroom kodachrome memory nostalgia photography poverty print retro | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 3808eec | I know what I'm talking about, Alecto! When I think of Jud, I think of the times he wanted to be a coal miner, the times he took Wendy and me sailing in the harbour, the times he showed me how to play soccer, but I forgot all the bullying and I'll never understand why. And now you ask me, you ask me what happened once we were in high school. You said you didn't understand what having a family was like, so ask me!" Mandy was shouting at him .. | assault attack beat-up bully bullying canada cape-breton-parents confession conflict cruelty fight friend friendship high-school imaginary-friend nova-scotia school shop stress wood wood-shop | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 2c93623 | Capitalism has a way of letting people view the world through rose-coloured glasses. | capitalism greed ignorance money rose-colored-glasses | Rebecca McNutt | |
| d39ed44 | Alecto, have you noticed how downhill this little island is becoming?" Mandy questioned sadly. "All these organic food stores and yoga studios and cellular phone towers... Cape Breton was one of the only places left where it still had that nostalgic small town atmosphere but now... I've only been away for a year, how could things have changed so quickly? I mean, how can the world accept it?" "C'est la vie," said Alecto, looking extremely ti.. | cape-breton car cell-phone change digital drive environmental life modernity nostalgia nova-scotia organic street technology tower windshield yoga | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 95573c9 | If you try to help me in any way, you'll annoy her, and you'll not only interfere with her murder timeline... you'll put yourself IN it. | Rebecca McNutt | ||
| 2b9ba0e | Canada is a free country, after all. | country free | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 6734d89 | Karen was cuddling her favourite stuffed animal, a mint-green toy deer which she called "Annabelle". Sometimes Jesse wondered about this... Karen loved the taste of venison and couldn't wait to shoot her first deer so she could brag to her friends about it. She had a pink camo baseball cap with "hunter" embroidered on the front. She enjoyed watching every year as Robert took out his big steel-bladed saw and sliced the antlers off his latest.. | bambi childhood deer hunter hunting inanimate-object rite-of-passage stuffed-animal | Rebecca McNutt | |
| c80a4a3 | There are so many shady things happening in this country, they're happening all around us all the time, and we just accept them. | corruption country crime evil mystery philosophy truth united-states | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 91faff9 | In keeping with your policy of bringing Pollution the latest in death and violence, and in living colour, there's going to be something entirely different... death without remediation. | christine-chubbuck colour death living policy pollution pop-culture remediation television violence | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 7c6eb50 | Why hoard away so many back-issues of People Magazine? Fashion magazines are just empty promises. You can go bankrupt blowing all your cash on expensive beauty products, but the only way you'll ever look just like the people on those glossy front covers is if you know how to use computer editing software for photographs. Besides, people who think they are ugly, are never really all that ugly anyway. People who think they are pretty, are rar.. | fake fashion gloss magazine makeup photo photograph plastic pretty shallow superficial ugly | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 178677b | Pollution were the rainbow-coloured oil slicks that spread upon the ocean's salty surface, the curling tendrils of smoke spiralling upwards into gray skies, the funeral pyres of rainforests, the sting of acid in the spring rain. Nonetheless, there was something about them that seemed so innocent and kind and friendly, despite the sites they guarded. Mandy often wondered why that was. Pollution looked like living weapons, with their sharp fi.. | Rebecca McNutt | ||
| 332a678 | She is shocked by the rows of thick Plexiglas windows, each equipped with a telephone, each with a prisoner on one side and an outsider on the other. There is a teenage girl chatting with a prisoner who is presumably her father. There's a married couple talking to their daughter. There's a woman with a baby in her arms, sobbing into her phone as she begs her husband not to plead guilty for his crimes. Jail is terrifying to Geraldine, not on.. | crime daughter glass guilty husband jail phone plexiglas prison prisoner slammer strange telephone | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 97ba715 | Terrell is weeping soundlessly, and despite the guard's objection, he raises his hand up to the glass. Geraldine mimics him, lining her fingers up with his. It's lonely to think that one little sheet of glass could create such a thick distance between them, but all the same, regardless of what he's done, he's still one of the closest friends she has. | crime friend friendship glass guard hand jail murder prison | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 47b80d0 | To a life of quiet desperation... and not leading it. | desperation freedom life quiet wealth witty | Rebecca McNutt | |
| cbc687f | MOM!" Martha finally screamed. "Mom, you've got to see these!" "Is it about Hermione?" She exclaimed, rushing into the middle of the room. Her mouth dropped open in horror when she noticed Hermione's walls. "I can't find any... polite... photos of her, mom." "Why are there ones of her eating out of dumpsters and giving seniors the finger?" "No idea," Martha replied. "Oh god... I'll get one out of my wallet," Her mom decided, hurrying out of.. | garbage girl gross photo polite teenage weird | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 20fb7a6 | Hey Alecto, film this!" she called out. With the slide being as tall as a two-storey house, it felt slightly risky being up there. "On second thought, why don't you come up here? It's a blast being up here." "I don't really like to be in high places," said Alecto as he filmed her, the camera lens reflecting the entire playground, which was partially secluded by tall trees that cast otherworldly shadows dancing across the ground. "If you don.. | 70-s camera canada cape-breton drugs film flower friends friendship heights nova-scotia park psychedelic seventies super-8 sydney trippy | Rebecca McNutt | |
| bfd58d2 | Alecto... what do you think would happen if people found out about you? Your abilities, your life, Mearth's super 8 films, those powers of yours... how would they react?" "I don't know," said Alecto, "but ordinary people like a show, especially when it's a disturbing one. They enjoy seeing misery... probably because it allows them to pretend that they themselves are not so miserable, too. Also, they would probably find out about you, how yo.. | film humor joke misery ordinary peanuts powers psychokinesis psychokinetic pyrokinesis pyrokinetic show super-8 super-8-film super-eight telekinesis throw | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 35a2e9e | Mandy, I hardly think this was appropriate, not after... you know... after the funeral we haven't had the money for any of your weird little games and I was hoping you'd be more mature now that Jud's gone," her father had disappointedly added. "How much'd that cake cost you?" "It's paid for," Mandy had argued, but her voice had sounded tiny in the harbour wind. "I used the cash from my summer job at Frenchy's last year and I... it was my bi.. | argument birthday brother cake death-of-a-sibling depression father funeral grief loss memory money mourning normal nostalgia parent sibling | Rebecca McNutt | |
| a690594 | Oh, trust me Sydney Tar Ponds, you aren't the first Personification to be forgotten by somebody ordinary," Mearth sighed with a falsely-reassuring smile. Alecto stepped back from her, glaring hatefully. "Sydney Tar Ponds," Mearth added, "I've had so many ordinary people as friends in my life that by now I've forgotten all their names. At first it was difficult... very sad... to see them always leaving, dying, disappearing, ignoring, but aft.. | death dying forget friend friendship housefly human insane irish loss memory mother-earth ordinary personification pollution sad | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 15104fe | Typical Pollution, they're always living in the wrong place at the wrong time. | living place pollution time typical wrong | Rebecca McNutt | |
| f552d73 | I don't like vegans, either. Bunch of whiny zealots. A cow or a pig wouldn't give a damn if a person died... animals tear apart other animals while they're still alive, but we aren't so cruel, so vegans should learn to shut up. Vegans use palm oil and never think about the forests and endangered species at risk from that... and they all exploit the world in other ways, buying their computers and their sweatshop clothes and their Starbucks c.. | empathy ethics hypocrisy jeffrey-dahmer morality pet-ownership vegan veganism | Rebecca McNutt | |
| 899eef4 | Tell yourselves whatever you'd like, but I'm afraid it doesn't make it true," Mearth sighed, beginning to look impatient. "Step aside Mandy, I have to remediate him, otherwise you'll find yourself in a whole mess of trouble." "You can't do this, it's wrong," Mandy insisted. "You don't have a choice, Mandy! Either you let his life compromise the lives of everybody else in the world, or you let me remediate him and get it over with," Mearth i.. | death depression dog dying earth environment faith friendship grief help hope illness life loss love nova-scotia pollution rescue | Rebecca McNutt | |
| a862d3d | Attention, Kmart shoppers! Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! You've all looked up at the night sky and seen the sparkle of millions of silver stars, wondering no doubt what it's like to be one of them... well, tonight here in glorious Ocean City, the silver light will shine in your eyes, because we all have a little magic, every one of us, and you're about to witness it up close, in the amazing abilities of some of the best magici.. | announcement celebration kmart magic magician-ocean-city optimism silver star | Rebecca McNutt | |
| eb8224e | Habitual intoxication is the epitome of every crime. | Alcoholism | ||
| ed9e0ea | Brez pravega upanja upam, da sem fikcija. | John Barth | ||
| 686cb54 | But I reckon we can manage somehow. The important thing to remember, after all, is that it's meant to be a house; that is, a place of amusement. If people really got lost or injured or too badly frightened in it, the owner'd go out of business. There'd even be lawsuits. No character in a work of fiction can make a speech this long without interruption or acknowledgment from the other characters. | John Barth | ||
| d0b0070 | In sum I'm not what either parent or I had in mind. One hoped I'd be astonishing, forceful, triumphant--heroical in other words. One dead. I myself conventional. I turn out I. | John Barth | ||
| 381f5ac | Love it is that drives and sustains us!' I translate: we don't know what drives and sustains us, only that we are most miserably driven and, imperfectly, sustained. Love is how we call our ignorance of what whips us. | John Barth | ||
| f08ba1f | Como se escribe una novela? ?Como encontrar el canal, perdido en tantos arroyos y lagunas? La narracion no es mi ocupacion favorita; no es la de muchos; mi argumento no se eleva y desciende en significativas etapas, sino que se enrosca sobre si mismo como la concha de un buccino o las serpientes del caduceo de Hermes: disgresa, retrocede, duda, gime desde sus entranas, etcetera, se derrumba, muere. | quimera | John Barth | |
| e439aa0 | That life sometimes imitates art is a mere Oscar Wilde-ish curiosity; that it should set about to do so in such unseemly haste that between notes and novel (not to mention between the drafted and the printed page) what had been fiction becomes idle fact, invention history--disconcerting! Especially to a fictionist who, like yours truly, had long since turned his professional back on literary realism in favour of the fabulous irreal, and onl.. | John Barth | ||
| b13b3ed | Drolls & dreamers that we are, we fancy that we can undo what we fancy we have done. | John Barth | ||
| 11e78d6 | Mi e sempre parso, nei pochi romanzi che ho letto di quando in quando, che esigano parecchio dai lettori quegli autori che iniziano i loro racconti furiosamente, nel bel mezzo delle cose, invece che entrandovi, indietreggiando o di sbieco, con dolcezza. | John Barth | ||
| 1ef700a | Now many crises in people's lives occur because the hero role that they've assumed for one situation or set of situations no longer applies to some new situation that comes up, or-the same thing in effect-because they haven't the imagination to distort the new situation to fit their old role. This happens to parents, for instance, when their children grow older, and to lovers when one of them begins to dislike the other. If the new situatio.. | mythotherapy | John Barth | |
| d57b2bd | The wisdom to recognize and halt follows the know-how to pollute past rescue. The treaty's signed, but the cancer ticks in your bones. Until I'd murdered my father and fornicated my mother I wasn't wise enough to see I was Oedipus. | John Barth | ||
| 45b1da2 | One way or another, no matter which theory of our journey is correct, it's myself I address; to whom I rehearse as to a stranger our history and condition, and will disclose my secret hope though I sink for it. | John Barth | ||
| 4de9152 | Am I boring you? I don't really care, I suppose, but I'll be more comfortable if I knew all this interested you. No doubt when I get the hang of storytelling, after a chapter or two, I'll go faster and digress less often. | John Barth |