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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0b0cfdb | I rather regretted that I did not myself have a sister who was a friend and with whom I could compare myself, the better to understand both my singularity and our commonality. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 32bb183 | Beware the treachery of words, Mrs Sparrow. They mean one thing to one person and the opposite to another. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 2322de2 | Perhaps Vulnerability was a land that, for some people, could never be entirely traversed. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 5a4dd40 | Quiza mi vida no es mas que una serie de momentos de vestirse y desvestirse de nuevo para la tarea en cuestion. | life-philosophy | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| 0e4f1a0 | Como puede uno comer cuando el corazon esta ocupado? | love | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| 6ad5f85 | What do you think of God," I asked, "for testing the loyalty of Job?" "I think it is wrong for the strong to test the weak, though it is natural for the weak to test the strong." | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 409b318 | Do you know why sailors wear gold in their ears?" Uncle asked me. "It was the law, long ago, that a sailor had to have on his person enough gold to bury him should he wash ashore. So the seaside folk wouldn't be out of pocket at the funeral expense." | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| f7e8e71 | And every morning my heart will rise to meet the sea, which is what we know here on earth of infinity and change. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 73b9694 | Los buenos actos resuenan a nuestro paso, mucho tiempo despues de que hayamos olvidado haberlos realizado. | commonwealth peace | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| 9db39bc | I opened my letter to Margaret by describing the scene--I always enjoy receiving a letter when the writer locates himself or herself in a definite place, and I like to know if there is a cup of tea at hand, or how the light is falling in the room or beyond the window. Such descriptions transcend the barriers of time and space and give reader and writer the illusion that they are together. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 08f1fcb | there is a great debate in Kentucky, south of us, near Tennessee, between those who believe in free will and those who hold with predestination. I have always believed I was free. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 17f9a40 | She sat still, I thought, and yet she traveled. And when one stitches, the mind travels, not the way men do, with ax and oxen through the wilderness, but surely our traveling counted too, as motion. And I thought of the patience of the stitches. Writing a book, I thought, which men often do, but women only rarely, has the posture of sewing. One hand leads, and the other hand helps. And books, like quilts, are made, one word at a time, one s.. | mind quilt travels | Sena Jeter Naslund | |
| ab5981b | Let me know that into the knot of self comes the thread called time, and that what I am, disgraced or blessed, came from what I was, goes to what I yet may be. | Sena Jeter Naslund | ||
| 8dc26b8 | Whenever a noise exceeds our processing abilities--we can't decipher all the different sound waves hitting our hair cells-- the mind . . . stops trying to understand the individual notes and seeks instead to understand the relationships between the notes. The human auditory cortex pulls off this feat by using it's short- term memory for sound (in the left posterior hemisphere) to uncover patterns at the large level of the phrase, motif.. | Brian Boyd | ||
| 0c10dd5 | I guess I was dimly aware--way out there on the periphery of my consciousness--of what I was doing to the poor abused corpus of old mother earth, and I did recycle (when I got around to it, which was maybe twice a year), and I thought a lot about packaging. I | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| ef89d45 | His shirt, which seemed to be fashioned from a synthetic fabric composed of Handi-Wrap and styrofoam, featured a pair of bleeding eyeballs and a slick pink tongue that plunged into the depths of his waistband. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 76106bf | The jukebox started up with the sound of shattering glass and rocks against the flanks of buses. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 6506a07 | To complete the ensemble, he wore a jeweled rapier at his side, a floppy hat surmounted by a three-foot yellow plume, and so many silver and brass buckles he actually jingled like a sack of coins as his mount picked its way up the road. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 961f5b6 | they were convicted of high treason and armed rebellion against the authority of the Crown (the brick constituting, for Stephanus' purposes, a potentially lethal weapon--lethal, in any case, to manorial windows). | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| f3cb5c7 | You can't be serious," he said. "You mean this is the big secret, this is why you screwed us all over--because of some forgotten shit that went down hundreds of years ago?" | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 5afa7c5 | I'd watched Samantha | T.C. Boyle | ||
| dc107eb | But for now--for this thumping, glorious, wind-scoured moment--he was sailing. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 7cccadc | She was wearing some sort of fur hat pulled down to her eyes and a raccoon coat over a flesh-colored body stocking. And boots. Red, blue, yellow and orange frilled and spangled high-heeled cowgirl boots. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 78641e1 | The first time they'd docked at Peterskill there'd been a bunch of jerks waiting for them with signs that read WAKE UP, AMERICA: PETERSKILL DID!, and at Cold Spring a troop of big-armed women in what looked like nurses' uniforms had showed up to wave flags as if they had a patent on them. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 847e677 | For some strange reason, probably having to do with the moon shot, UFOs and the accoustic quality of the snow-laden air, her voice seemed to boom out across the water as if she were leading cheers through a megaphone. Someone handed her the joint. She inhaled, and was quiet. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| efdda26 | At that, Jeremias idly swung the war club to his shoulder, where the weight of the ball bowed it like the arm of a catapult. The door stood open still and the elemental scent of the land rose to his nostrils, a scent of vitality and decay, of birth and death. He looked the Jongheer full in the face. "Come and get me," he said." | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 43320c4 | And music. What would a wedding be without it? | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 94939ef | But it was on now, humming to life: a flicker, an adjustment of the dial, a new announcer, his voice shaken and hollow. Then the first image appeared, and it was devastating, the real world, the world of hate and pain and horror, slamming right into her like a clenched fist. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| b5d5553 | He wanted enlightenment just as she did, just as they all did. "Right," he said, handing her back the flyer, "but where do I park?" | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 9d36c87 | The earth was running out of resources, global warming was beginning to be recognized as science fact and not science fiction, and if man was to evolve to play a part in things instead of being just another doomed organism on a doomed planet, if the technosphere was going to replace pure biological processes, then sooner or later we'd have to seed life elsewhere--on Mars, to begin with. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 8b9d8d6 | If those committed to the quest fail, they will be forgiven. The moral imperative of humanism is the endeavor alone, whether successful or not, provided the effort is honorable and the failure memorable. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| b020853 | HIV, AIDS and maybe even Ebola pulsing through the circulatory pathways of our criminally expanding species, pandemic, everything a pandemic, apocalypse festering in the blood. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 067cd18 | My fellow drivers, riding their brakes and clinging to the wheel as if it were some kind of voodoo fetish that would protect them against drunks, curves, potholes, errant coyotes and sheet metal carved into knives, went to pieces the minute the first drop hit the windshield. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 6e7ad94 | They caught him again, at the foot of the woods, and he fought them with his teeth and his claws but they were bigger, stronger, and they carried him back as they always had and always would because there was no freedom, not anymore. Now he was a creature of the walls and the rooms and a slave to the food they gave him. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 92a7939 | crossed the room and lit a cigarette, though smoking was discouraged on campus and about as stupid and self-destructive an activity as anything our species has devised. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| d00d96c | In de Pekel Zitten | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| 879aa35 | For weeks in advance of the date he would storm and rage and fulminate about the inequity of it all, and the old contumacious fire-breathing spirit arose like a phoenix from the ashes of his contentment. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| bbe6c74 | but outside, in the desert, where the air was thin and light pollution unheard of, you could see right up into the back molars of the universe. | T. Coraghessan Boyle | ||
| e5eed19 | Some women fight and others do not. Like so many successful guerrillas in the war between the sexes, Georgia O'Keeffe seems to have been equipped early with an immutable sense of who she was and a fairly clear understanding that she would be required to prove | Joan Didion | ||
| 02761cf | I was not then guilt-ridden about spending afternoons that way, because I still had all the afternoons in the world. | Joan Didion | ||
| 1eb7e6e | Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an imagined death. We misconstrue the nature of even those few days or weeks. We might expect if the death is sudden to feel shock. We do not expect this shock to be obliterative, dislocating to both body and mind. We might expect that we wil.. | Joan Didion | ||
| 55cd510 | pupils were fixed in the position of wide black dilatation that signifies brain death, and obviously would never respond to light again. | Joan Didion | ||
| d03b636 | Research to date has shown that, like many other stressors, grief frequently leads to changes in the endocrine, immune, autonomic nervous, and cardiovascular systems; all of these are fundamentally influenced by brain function and neurotransmitters." There" | Joan Didion | ||
| 4723717 | Bringing him back" had been through those months my hidden focus, a magic trick. By late summer I was beginning to see this clearly. "Seeing it clearly" did not yet allow me to give away the clothes he would need. I" -- | Joan Didion |