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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a7d3132 | Agate, population 70, is one of those towns that people describe as 'blink and you'll miss it.' Lois A. Engel loved living in the blink. | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 008ca0e | One graduate student told me, "When the Apocalypse comes, you want to know an archaeologist, because we know how to make fire, catch food, and create hill forts," and I promptly added her to my address book. Knows how to make hill forts--who can say when that will come in handy?" | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 9729f5a | Writers seldom just stop writing. We're like serial killers in that way. You have to stop us, because we cannot stop ourselves. | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 88ddb55 | Some of these tools were ingenious, including sets of playing cards for Iraq, Egypt, and Afghanistan--regular fifty-two-card decks, but with images and information about archaeological practices, famous cultural sites, and notable artifacts; the reverse sides could be pieced together to form a map of the most iconic site for each country. | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 00f372b | The Johnson boy came to Tommy's mind, how he couldn't get off drugs, and then Tommy thought of Marilyn Macauley and her husband, Charlie, and then his mind went to his older brother, who had died a few years back, and he thought how his brother--who had been in World War II, who had been at the camps when they were being emptied--he thought how his brother had returned from the war a different man; his marriage ended, his children disliked .. | Elizabeth Strout | ||
| 1a47cff | A library is a place to go for a reality check, a bracing dose of literature, or a "true reflection of our history," whether it's a brick-and-mortar building constructed a century ago or a fanciful arrangement of computer codes. The librarian is the organizer, the animating spirit behind it, and the navigator. Her job is to create order out of the confusion of the past, even as she enables us to blast into the future." | libraries library library-and-information-science library-science librarianship librarians | Marilyn Johnson | |
| eac4a31 | I regretted my human form briefly; it would be so much easier to drag and rope information into the brain as neatly as one dragged and dropped information on the computer. Perhaps I was suffering from a touch of information sickness? If I could weed out my thoughts...There was one reliable cure I've found, a bit of the hair of the dog--the release in reading. Not a manual: something with a narrative, a chute built by a writer and waxed unti.. | reading peace | Marilyn Johnson | |
| 5ccb4a2 | I became interested in librarians while researching my first book, about obituaries. With the exception of a few showy eccentrics, like the former soldier in Hitler's army who had a sex change and took up professional whistling, the most engaging obit subjects were librarians. An obituary of a librarian could be about anything under the sun, a woman with a phenomenal memory, who recalled the books her aging patrons read as children--and was.. | libraries obituaries | Marilyn Johnson | |
| 76cdbf4 | Whole chapters of contemporary history are disappearing into the ether as e-mails get trashed and webpages are taken down and people die without sharing their passwords. | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 62099ec | March 11: Marilyn arrives at Greenson's home and tells him she is going to Palm Springs. After memorizing Nunnally Johnson's script for Something's Got to Give, Marilyn learns it has been rewritten by George Cukor and Walter Bernstein. Marilyn is sent forty pages of modifications, but she refuses to play the part as rewritten. | Carl Rollyson | ||
| cb09d67 | April 22: "I'm a bookworm and proud of it," Marilyn tells columnist Erskine Johnson." | Carl Rollyson | ||
| 7cd9031 | Homo sapiens who lived in caves put trash in front and slept in the back; not so in the caves occupied by Homo heidelbergensis. Those humans, probably the last common ancestor of Homo sapiens and neanderthalensis, lived like frat boys 700,000 to 300,000 years ago, "flinging shit everywhere"--and the idea of slovenly boy and girl ancestors fascinated me. "Big heavy stone tools . . . probably solved things with brute force. Commandos without .. | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| f1e92c2 | March 30: Marilyn approves of Johnson's script. | Carl Rollyson | ||
| 3a577c8 | bone grease with dried meat and berries to make pemmican, the energy bars of a thousand years ago, and with a pouch of pemmican, the Native Americans were good to travel far and wide. (If you can't pack portable food, you spend most of your time hunting and foraging). | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 05112e5 | One of the advantages of living in the Ice Age would be that there are not very many people around. You're constantly moving, and you have to live by your wits. You can't just have fifteen different kinds of tools, you can't carry them. And no villages--no village idiots. Imagine a world free of idiots!" Idiots, he liked to point out, "don't survive in environments with lions." | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 184ea18 | February 12: Nunnally Johnson completes a new draft of Something's Got to Give. Marilyn later writes on the script, "We've got a dog here." She pencils in several suggestions and rejects some lines as "not funny." | Carl Rollyson | ||
| 4068750 | The convention that there were two sides to every story eliminated the third and fourth and fifth sides. Even dividing the past two and a half million years into the "Neolithic" (the new stone age) and the "Paleolithic" (the old stone age) was reductionist. "Write this down," he said. "Dichotomies are for idiots." | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 9ff2ef9 | Place is not the background of archaeology--it's the point. As any archaeologist will tell you, context is everything. | Marilyn Johnson | ||
| 4c1f43d | Weird fiction is a strange beast, an eclectic genre (or subgenre). It originated in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century through the works of authors including Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Machen, and M. R. James, and has since developed over the course of the last hundred years to encompass new writers such as China Mieville, M. John Harrison and others. Weird fiction is notable for its generic uncertainty; it exists at the boundary .. | Helen Marshall | ||
| c7b972f | who can but shiver and forgive in the damp theatrical airs of dawn? A | M. John Harrison | ||
| 3f3e0cf | Horse-chestnut flowers bobbed like white wax candles above the deserted pavements. An oblique light struck into the street - so that its long and normally "profitless perspective seemed to lead straight into the heart of a younger, more ingenuous city - and fell across the fronts of the houses where he had once lived, warming up the rotten brick and imparting to it a not unpleasant pinkish colour." | M. John Harrison | ||
| 9651808 | In the water-thickets, the path wound tortuously between umber iron-bogs, albescent quicksands of aluminum and magnesium oxides, and sumps of cuprous blue or permanganate mauve fed by slow, gelid streams and fringed by silver reeds and tall black grasses. The twisted, smooth-barked boles of the trees were yellow-ochre and burnt orange; through their tightly woven foliage filtered a gloomy, tinted light. At their roots grew great clumps of m.. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 5e27643 | The momentum of the charge carried Cromis twenty yards into the press without the need to strike a blow: Northmen fell to the hooves and shoulders of his horse and were trampled. He shouted obscenities at them, and made for the knoll, the smugglers a flying wedge behind him. A pikeman tore a long strip of flesh from the neck of his mount; Cromis hung out of the saddle and swung for the carotid artery; blade bit, and splashed with the piker'.. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 31b620c | But it wasn't until much later that I learned the sad facts of his death or the sadder ones of his life. By then I could be found in the pavement cafes of Sour Bridge, with a set of my own. | M. John Harrison | ||
| d984b52 | Before I came to the city I cut off my hair. It was the first of many fatally symbolic gestures. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 07af84b | The right fist rested on the pommel of his plain long sword, which, contrary to the fashion of the time, had no name. Cromis, whose lips were thin and bloodless, was more possessed by the essential qualities of things than by their names; concerned with the reality of Reality, rather than with the names men give it. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 15f5763 | She has never made up her mind between public acclaim--which she sees, rightly or wrongly, as destructive of the true artistic impulse--and obscurity, for which she is not temperamentally fitted. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 11c824c | Mr Ambrayses nodded. "Two explanations are commonly offered for this," he said: | viriconium insects | M. John HarrisonHarrison | |
| 0f74473 | People try to help, but all they have to work with is their theory of you. In the end they're talking to themselves. | M. John Harrison | ||
| e920527 | Some internal process held him rapt. He had begun, perhaps, to map the paths inside himself which led to the Past. This gave him an absentminded air, and an irritable one, as if by our presence we interrupted some private conversation--although had anyone suggested this he would have rejected it angrily. Attempting to live simultaneously in two worlds, he rode moodily ahead and seemed to see nothing--head bowed into rain, blood-red armour p.. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 4562a8f | He was, and always had been, the repository of more fears than hopes. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 78c0525 | went to the White House and got the President out of bed. Carey and President Harrison were said to be old Senate friends, and no one was present at this session to speak for Johnson County. Quickly convinced of the necessity for immediate action, Harrison ordered a telegram send to General John R. Brooke in Omaha shortly after 11:00 P.M.4 At 11:05 P.M. the president wired Governor Barber that "in compliance with your call for the aid of th.. | John W. Davis | ||
| 40173fa | The true detective [...] starts in the center of the maze. Crimes make their way through to him. Never forget: you uncover your heart at the heart of it. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 118a0a7 | At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 611bac2 | He ran toward the light. When he passed the corpse of his dead friend, he began to weep again. He picked up his sword. He tried to smash a crystal window with its hilt. The corridor oppressed him. Beyond the windows, the dead brains drifted. He ran on. 'You should have done it,'whispered Birkin Grif in the soft spaces of his skull; and, 'OUROBUNDOS!'giggled the insane door, as he fell through it and in to the desert wind. His cloak cracking.. | M. John Harrison | ||
| 7e75a9f | The first time we spoke, Mr. Ambraysas told me, 'Identity is not negotiable. An identity you have achieved by agreement is always a prison. | identity negotiable prison | M. John Harrison | |
| 2880326 | Of course it's bound to cause a great deal of very disagreeable talk. Especially 'round the church! Are you gentlemen Episcopalian? PORTER: No, ma'am. Catholic, Miss Collins. MISS COLLINS: Oh. Well, I suppose you know in England we're known as the English Catholic church. We have direct Apostolic succession through St. Paul who christened the Early Angles--which is what the original English people were called--and established the English br.. | Tennessee Williams | ||
| 6b2c725 | How can we expect that the illiterate and benighted child of want will remain faithful . . . when he in whose breast the lamp of science brightly burns is found derelict? | Paul Collins | ||
| 33ffa25 | William pondered what his next discovery might be. He knew that readers were vexed by the possibility that their Bard might have been Catholic. There is, after all, that suspicious reference to Purgatory by the ghost of Hamlet's father. In an era when anti-Catholic legislation was favorably viewed by many, such papist skullduggery was improper in a national literary hero. And so, on Christmas Day of 1794, William presented his nation with a.. | Paul Collins | ||
| 48adf52 | In 1999, Emily Rosa published her paper in the Journal of the American Medical Association. It was titled "A Close Look at Therapeutic Touch." Unlike Mehmet Oz, Rosa wasn't a cardiovascular surgeon. In fact, she had never graduated from medical school. Or college. Or high school. Or elementary school. When it came time to write her paper, she had asked her mother, a nurse, to help. That's because Emily was only nine years old. Her experimen.. | Paul A. Offit | ||
| 7182f09 | Lord, I'm probably not mature enough to ride a motorcycle. Or vote. Or marry. Or make assumptions about neighbors from an unfamiliar block. I am a petulant child. In the words of Saint Paul, it's time to put away my childish things, like reasonless rage, and enjoy the grace of a random act of kindness. --Mark Collins | Guideposts | ||
| 5a5d469 | First, the ambiguity of the genitive "of/about Jesus Christ" (Iesou Christou) is best left as just that. Commentators disagree on whether this is a subjective or objective genitive. The rich flexibility of the genitive here likely accommodates both the sense of a Gospel about Jesus Christ (so a heading over the book) and the gospel from or by Jesus Christ, that is, the message of the good news about God's kingdom that has come from and thro.. | Jonathan T. Pennington | ||
| 8f32762 | I noticed you made a bee-line for their bookcases." It is the oldest and most incorrigible trait of the book-lover." | Paul Collins | ||
| f6e37be | It really is an APPALLING thing to think of the people who have no books...It is only by books that most men and women can lift themselves above the sordidness of life. No books! Yet for the greater part of humanity that is the common lot. We may, in fact, divide our fellow-creatures into two branches - those who read books and those who do not. | Paul Collins |