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| 1a4a4d6 | The Soviets, in an unprecedented gesture, published the entire address--which called for mutual disarmament--in Pravda. A sense of hope and possibility briefly flared in Washington and Moscow, and other capitals around the world. | Evan Thomas | ||
| 507c608 | Take a bucket, fill it with water, Put your hand in--clear up to the wrist. Now pull it out; the hole that remains Is a measure of how you'll be missed... The moral of this quaint example; To do just the best that you can, Be proud of yourself, but remember, There is no Indispensable Man! | Evan Thomas | ||
| 18aa672 | Evans-Pritchard's confession reveals the way the power advantage of the subject whose definition of a situation prevails in the larger social context (in this case the majority of the Azande) shapes the environment and behavioral constraints that impact the subject who, although does not define the situation the same way, has to behave according to the former subject's definition in order to obtain the needed resources (in this case Evans-P.. | azande evans-pritchard modal-metaphysics thomas-theorem | István Aranyosi | |
| dc6b8c5 | Si vous ne voulez lire qu'un seul livre sur la bataille de Little Bighorn, je vous recommande Son of the Morning Star d'Evan Connell. L'auteur ne fait grace a personne, Peau-Rouge ou visage pale. Il a compris, lui, que l'enjeu de la bataille n'etait pas la fierte nationale d'une nation emergente ou la recherche de la gloire personnelle. Il s'agissait seulement de tuer son prochain. Il a compris que, des que commence la tuerie, que ce soit d.. | Thomas King | ||
| 48d7fb4 | It is true that it then presupposes that the executive should not habitually be insane!"5" | Evan Thomas | ||
| d617542 | early years at Time, I was assigned to work under the national affairs editor, Otto Friedrich, a wry man with a bushy red mustache who seemed perpetually amused by himself. He taught me a wonderful insight about journalism and later biography: Obscure facts and pieces of colorful detail, even though they may seem trivial, provide the texture and verisimilitude that make for a great narrative. It was something that Plutarch noted at the begi.. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| 37b8442 | Sandra was the product of a world in which Mexicans and Anglos routinely mixed, in part because every Anglo family in El Paso that could afford one had a Mexican housekeeper. Sandra could be a demanding boss; she expected the household helpers to keep up with her rapid-fire schedule, and a few quit or were let go. At the same time, she never raised her voice, and she invited the help to join the family for dinner. When one of the maids beca.. | Evan Thomas | ||
| 7cf93fe | The man's face, wrinkled, dark and apelike, looked up. 'He was a good pal, pore old b-- ,' he said. 'You would not like, surely to goodness, to go to mess with your shoes all bloody.' 'If I had given him leave,' Tietjens said, 'he would not be dead now.' 'No, surely not,' One Seven Thomas answered. 'But it is all one. Evans of Castell Goch would surely to goodness have killed him.' 'So you knew, too, about his wife!' Tietjens said. 'We thoc.. | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| b138116 | She is an achieving woman without an edge. She is good looking without being alienatingly beautiful and bright without being alarmingly intellectual," wrote McGrory.52" | Evan Thomas | ||
| ee0309c | Evan Thomas writes that Ike told his grandson, David, that that smile "came not from some sunny feel-good philosophy but from getting knocked down by a boxing coach at West Point. 'If you can't smile when you get up from a knockdown,' the coach said, 'you're never going to lick an opponent.' "16 He thought it was necessary to project easy confidence in order to lead the army and win the war:" | David Brooks | ||
| 685b456 | plenipotentiary | Evan Thomas | ||
| a6da86e | Walter Isaacson, the CEO of the Aspen Institute, has been the chairman of CNN and the managing editor of Time magazine. He is the author of Einstein: His Life and Universe, Benjamin Franklin: An American Life, and Kissinger: A Biography, and is the coauthor, with Evan Thomas, of The Wise Men: Six Friends and the World They Made. He and his wife live in Washington, D.C. MEET THE AUTHORS, WATCH VIDEOS AND MORE AT SimonandSchuster.com * THE SO.. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| 803fd2a | During the Court's first oral argument, Scalia asked so many questions that Powell turned to Thurgood Marshall, who sat beside him on the bench, and whispered, "Do you think he knows the rest of us are here?" | Evan Thomas | ||
| 88e39a2 | Marvels at her love for him. Her loyalty. So far beyond anything he deserves, it only intensifies the shame. | Blake Crouch | ||
| c9fab6d | That's not the way the human heart works. I can't just amputate what I feel. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 09b6336 | She took him by the hand and led him over. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 81f213e | But those other realities don't really exist." "Actually, they're just as real as the one you and I are experiencing at this moment." "How is that possible?" "It's a mystery. But there are clues. Most astrophysicists believe that the force holding stars and galaxies together--the thing that makes our whole universe work--comes from a theoretical substance we can't measure or observe directly. Something they call dark matter. And this dark m.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 7e79ab1 | It was odorless, but on the tongue the overwhelming note was burn, followed by a strong citrus pucker, and a finish that was mercifully short, like the flavor had just fallen off a cliff. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 42c507d | No one tells you it's all about to change, to be taken away. There's no proximity alert, no indication that you're standing on the precipice. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 4ce4a59 | everything that can happen will happen. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 65f00a8 | Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't last, so you revel in it while it's here. | Blake Crouch | ||
| b14bdde | Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 3c7cfc2 | I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they're measured by their consequences." "Look," | Blake Crouch | ||
| dc04fda | little shit." Oatha withdrew a scrap of paper from his flap pocket, slid it across the bar. Joss unfolded it, saw where Oatha had scribbled something on a torn-out Montgomery Ward page advertising hobnailed miners' boots. "Fuck is this?" | Blake Crouch | ||
| f56239b | I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how could I not? Until everything topples, we have no idea what we actually have, how precariously and perfectly it all fits together. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 387386e | Aashif stares at him through a hood of black cloth that reveals only a pair of brown, malevolent eyes and a mouthful of smiling teeth too white and perfect to be a product of any fourth-world, Middle-Eastern shithole. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 0d0c3c5 | It's the beautiful thing about youth. There's a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential. I love my life, but I haven't felt that lightness of being in ages. Autumn nights like this are as close as I get. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 23dbc52 | Children's laughter--carefree, giddy, maniacal--filled the woods. A nightmare version of some game from his youth. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 11d3243 | despite having warned himself she wouldn't anticipate his actually making it back to the cavern. He hadn't figured on it, assuming instead he'd run out of light and die of thirst, lost in the granitic entrails of the mountain. He turns away from the barred exit and walks back into the cavern among the bones, fearing his light will expire at any second, wanting at least | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1ef2f12 | Standing on this work of art and imagination, I feel small in the best kind of way. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 644b07b | thought. He | Blake Crouch | ||
| f1f8cf3 | It was nothing more than a beautiful prison, run by a psychopath. | Blake Crouch | ||
| ef83a6c | How can something so powerful in one world not bleed through into this one? | Blake Crouch | ||
| f351359 | Nearby, another homeless man is standing in the middle of the sidewalk, having a full-volume conversation with nobody. I think, Am I so different? Aren't we both lost in worlds that, for reasons beyond our control, no longer align with our identity? | Blake Crouch | ||
| cce2eb5 | It's the beautiful thing about youth. There's a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential | Blake Crouch | ||
| e09beca | It's funny. I don't remember forgetting | Blake Crouch | ||
| 357363a | It was the fakeness that killed her. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 47945fd | I say, "This whole time, we've been wondering where the controls are--" "But we're the controls." "Yep. And if that's the case, then we have the ability to go wherever we want. Including home." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 7d0fc97 | I think I know who I am. But there's a part of me that wonders...What if the recollection I have of my real life--husband, father, professor--isn't real? | Blake Crouch | ||
| ed18897 | What do you think is happening to you?" "I'm not entirely sure." "But you're a scientist. You have a theory." "I don't have enough data." "What does your gut tell you?" I sip the chamomile tea, savoring the hit of warmth as it slides down my throat. "We all live day to day completely oblivious to the fact that we're a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 290f6ad | We associate reality with the tangible--everything we can experience with our senses. And though I keep telling myself there's a box on the South Side of Chicago that can take me to a world where I have everything I want and need, I no longer believe that place exists | Blake Crouch | ||
| 8e3d2e6 | It'll be your loss, Ethan. Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't last, so you revel in it while it's here. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 97f33ba | There was no end date for her sentence in this place. She was a lifer. | Blake Crouch | ||
| ac82235 | And in that moment, he no longer regarded the residents of Abandon and the thousand other mining camps scattered like bacteria through the West as people of ambition and courage. They were a cold, dirty, desperate, miserable lot. He saw them now so clearly. They had crossed the plains and made homes in these savage mountains and borne their myriad afflictions not because they were brave pioneers pursuing a dream. They had come for no other .. | Blake Crouch |