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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 02d5144 | One corner to another. One more crack in the pavement. That's the way we all walk: the more we have to occupy our minds the better. | Colum McCann | ||
| 8c6dc3e | The mailman carried around huge bags of gloom. | Colum McCann | ||
| 21a9274 | Every time a branch of mine got to being a decent size, that wind just came along and broke it. | Colum McCann | ||
| 44effbd | A man high in the air while a plane disappears, it seems, into the edge of the building. One small scrap of history meeting a larger one. As if the walking man were somehow anticipating what would come later. The intrusion of time and history. The collision point of stories. We wait for the explosion but it never occurs. The plane passes, the tightrope walker gets to the end of the wire. Things don't fall apart. It strikes her as an endurin.. | Colum McCann | ||
| 7f4d585 | They have a deep need just to talk, just to tell a story, however small or reckless. | Colum McCann | ||
| 32d0d2f | Listening to these people is like listening to trees--sooner or later the tree is sliced open and the watermarks reveal their age. | Colum McCann | ||
| a144562 | she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison. No wonder they gave them out free to the soliders. Lucky Strikes. | grief pain smoking | Colum McCann | |
| b8c52f3 | He could help put a man on the Moon, but he couldn't count the body bags. Send a satellite spinning, but he couldn't figure out how many crosses to go into the ground. | space vietnam-war war | Colum McCann | |
| b7a92e8 | People can look different from hour to hour depending on the angle of daylight. | daylight light looks | Colum McCann | |
| 8ab4b3e | Genius is lonely. | Colum McCann | ||
| daecc06 | if he fell, well, he fell--but if he survived he would become a monument, not carved in stone or encased in brass, but one of those New York monuments that made you say: Can you believe it? With an expletive. There would always be an expletive in a New York sentence. Even from a judge. Soderberg was not fond of bad language, but he knew its value at the right time. A man on a tightrope, a hundred and ten stories in the air, can you possibly.. | monument | Colum McCann | |
| 5fd1438 | Aber das ist das Problem mit dem Alter: Man hat ein Gefuhl, aber kein Datum. Und wenn man das Datum ausgrabt, verliert man das Gefuhl. | Colum McCann | ||
| e02613e | I will always wonder what it was, what that moment of beauty was, when he whispered it to me, when we found him smashed up in the hospital, what it was he was saying when he whispered into the dark that he had seen something he could not forget, a jumble of words, a man, a building, I could not quite make it out. I can only hope that in the last minute he was at peace. | Colum McCann | ||
| d6dbb33 | She read in a high African singsong that I guess came down along the line from Ghana long ago, something that she made American, but tied us to a home we'd never seen. | american music slave | Colum McCann | |
| fe2aa7b | You have to look on the world with a shine like no one else has. | Colum McCann | ||
| 1d43c7c | The truth of the matter is that the light at the end of the tunnel generally belongs to the pharmaceutical companies. | Colum McCann | ||
| c3464d1 | Mine is the apartment that receives all noises, even from the basement below. For one hundred and ten dollars a month, I feel as if I live inside a radio. | noise | Colum McCann | |
| ec0e859 | Spomniame si prostichkite neshcha. Spotaivat se skriti pod rebrata, a posle vnezapno se protiagat i usukvat s'rtseto na v'zel. | Colum McCann | ||
| 48e8c10 | DAWN UNLOCKED THE MORNING IN INCREMENTS OF GRAY. | Colum McCann | ||
| 761d0a2 | The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive. | Colum McCann | ||
| f2bfa47 | A good novel can be a doorstop to despair. | novel | Colum McCann | |
| d0d235e | It's strange but as I grow older, I find myself developing more optimism. I keep inching toward the point where I believe that it's more difficult to have hope than it is to embrace cynicism. In the deep dark end, there's no point unless we have at least a modicum of hope. We trawl our way through the darkness hoping to find a pinpoint of light. But isn't it remarkable that the cynics of this world--the politicians, the corporations, the sq.. | novel optimism | Colum McCann | |
| bd51fb7 | Tova beshe edna ezhednevna liubov, za kakvato triabvashe da se naucha da se boria - ako si izras'l s takava liubov, ne ti se viarva, che e v'zmozhno niakoga da ia postignesh. Mislila s'm si, che na detsata na roditelite, koito se obichat istinski, ne im e nikak lesno - chovek trudno se izm'kva ot takava kozha, zashchoto v neia e tolkova uiutno, che niama zhelanie da si s'zdava sobstvena. | Colum McCann | ||
| 5af1ac6 | Ami, s'buzhdam se az tazi sutrin i ustanoviavam ranni simptomi na shchastie. - Ne s'm go chuval dori. - To e riadko sreshchano zaboliavane. Prikhvanakh go neposredstveno predi s'sedite da se s'budiat. - Zarazno li e? - Ti ne useshchash li priznatsite veche? | Colum McCann | ||
| ab7aa52 | Hqyqt tSdfy tfq nmyftd, blkhh trsh mykhwrd w bh `ml myayd t wrd hsty myshwd. mHSwly st z zmn, fSlh w pywnd. | هستی زمان | Colum McCann | |
| 5b9e65d | it struck me that maybe the young girl had just been a prostitute. I felt a momentary sigh of gratitude, and then the awareness stopped me cold, the walls pulsed in on me. How cheap was I? | Colum McCann | ||
| 62e0dd0 | The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward. No | Colum McCann | ||
| 065eb01 | He would not become soft. It was exhaustion he wanted--it helped him write. He needed each of his words to appreciate the weight they bore. He felt like he was lifting them and then letting them drop to the end of his finge | Colum McCann | ||
| 07085ff | He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. | Colum McCann | ||
| 9eac12a | The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. | Colum McCann | ||
| 924ab9d | I had always hated Nixon, not just for obvious reasons, but it seemed to me that he had learned not only to destroy what was left behind, but also to poison what was to come. | Colum McCann | ||
| 61eedd4 | There's nothing so absurd that you can't find at least one person to buy it. | Colum McCann | ||
| 63e3c9d | In the end you should probably know your characters as well as you know yourself. Not only what they had for breakfast this morning, but what they wanted to have for breakfast. | Colum McCann | ||
| 9576d93 | The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. If they ask you to burn the flag, wave it. If they ask you to murder, re-create. | Colum McCann | ||
| 90e2666 | My father had once told me the story of how, when he was in the work camp, a truckload of giant logs was brought in to be chopped. He was on ax duty with a gang of twelve. It was a dreadfully hot summer and each swing of the blade was torture. He hacked at a log and there was the unmistakable sound of metal hitting metal. He bent down and found a mushroom-shaped chunk of lead embedded in the trunk. A bullet. He counted the rings from the pe.. | Colum McCann | ||
| a01f8e7 | dshtn zbnchrb w nrm mytwnd bh hrgwnh Hmqty jl dhd. | Colum McCann | ||
| 8e70023 | Back home, he sleeps in Clarence's bed. Then he moves across and arranges the pillows beside the ghost of his wife. All three of them lie down together. The pulse of Louis Armstrong sounds out from the record player, the notes moving tenderly through his torment. | Colum McCann | ||
| 567e197 | I felt exasperated by her, always turning, always changing, always making me feel as if I was looking for oxygen--how much like fresh air and how much, at the same time, like drowning. | Colum McCann | ||
| efa190b | There are moments we return to. We are in theme. We rest there and there is nothing else. | Colum McCann | ||
| 3d4e281 | you soon find out how loud the silence really is. everything unsaid leads eventually to what is said. | Colum McCann | ||
| e5f2341 | only when a man dies can his life acquire a beginning, middle, and an end: up until then we are constantly unfinished, even the midpoint cannot be located. So only the final word finds the middle word and this, in a way becomes a verse--one's death explains oneself. | Colum McCann | ||
| d87579e | So, leave the cynics be. Out-cynic them. Step into that elsewhere. Believe that your story is bigger than yourself. In | Colum McCann | ||
| 1c974df | It's like moving through a delicious fog. | Colum McCann | ||
| 41a6d9e | Their reflection in the glass. The water behind them stretched distant and black. I stood in the doorway a long, long time, unsure of what to do or say. I wasn't interested in their | Colum McCann |