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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f0bf718 | We are Henceforth-mongers, trying to make our Henceforth the most enticing. Because the secret of everyone who comes to London - who comes to any big city - is that they came here because they did not feel normal, back at home. The only way they will ever feel normal is if they hijack popular culture with their weirdness... and make the rest of the world suddenly wish to become as weird as them. | city fame inspirational london normal | Caitlin Moran | |
| 07ddba8 | A book is a beautiful, paper mausoleum, or tomb, in which to store ideas... to keep the bones of your thoughts in one place, for all time I just want to say - "Hello. We can hear you. The words survived." | books fame literature words | Caitlin Moran | |
| 3fff5bc | A book is a beautiful, paper mausoleum, or tomb, in which to store ideas... to keep the bones of your thoughts in one place, for all time. I just want to say - "Hello. We can hear you. The words survived." | books fame literature words | Caitlin Moran | |
| 364c78b | my old life was over, and I know - as I had always suspected - that kissing John Kite is the greatest luxury there is. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 15d7a51 | I like the blue one too, baby" he said, companionably." | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 11d0197 | The idea of simply trotting around the world with John, for a year or more, is obviously, what Willy Wonka would have put in a special chocolate bar for me. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| cc1e033 | You are the new religion. You are the new craze. You are the next stage in evolution. You are so palpably my superior, in every way, that I tremble like a child in your presence. You make my head spin. You make my heart burst. You make my soul explode, every fucking minute I am with you. What I am inescapably heading towards is , in this monologue, which might be the last thing I ever say, is: Dutch, I'm in love with you." His face was as o.. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 7d84a25 | How amazing to go to a gig thinking of nothing but how loud you will shout; how hard you will dance; how much you will sweat; how tightly you will hug your friends, as your favourite song plays. How amazing to react to music in the way music wants you - to become an ecstatic animal. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 8b8aa84 | This is what happens, when it feels like the weight of the world is crushing right down on you. Your fear it's going to change you forever. And you're right. It is. It's going to turn you into something that's both beautiful, and the most indestructible thing on the planet. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| fb0b968 | But that is all part of becoming an adult. That is the difference between girls and women. That they are finally ready to hear the secret of what makes them them. That they are strong enough - for good, or for ill - to ask someone what is, unexpectedly, the most terrifying, revelatory question, on Earth; one you have to be brave, and ready, to hear: "Why do you love me?" | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 2baa9af | Still, life goes on, doesn't it? It really always does. It keeps bloody going on. I mean it in a good way, of course. However much you fuck things up, life just keeps going on, washing you downriver - even if you're just floating there, like a listless dead thing, making no effort, mouthing, 'Oh God, oh God', face down underneath the water. The current bears you on until, soon, the awful events are just tiny specks, left far behind you... | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 2797049 | Lines and grayness are natures equivalent of telling you not to fuck with someone. The equivalent of the yellow and black banding on a wasp or the markings on the back of a black widow spider. Lines are your weapons against idiots. Lines are your keep away from the wise and intolerant woman sign. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| f7a71ea | Would Jane Austen's characters have spent pages and pages discussing the relationships in their social circle if they'd been a bit more control of their own destinies? Would women fret themselves half to death about how they look and who fancies them if this wasn't the main thing they were still judged on? Would we give so much of a shit about our thighs if we, as a sex, owned the majority of the world's wealth instead of the men? | Caitlin Moran | ||
| edaf665 | De momento, el unico plan que tengo es escribir. Se escribir, porque escribir (a diferencia de la coreografia, la arquitectura o conquistar reinos) es algo que puedes hacer aunque seas pobre y estes solo y no tengas infraestructura (una compania de ballet o unos canones, por ejemplo). Los pobres pueden escribir. Es de las pocas cosas que la pobreza, y la falta de contactos, no puede impedirte hacer.cai | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 84fd586 | Because the secret of everyone who comes to London--who comes to any big city--is that they came here because they did not feel normal, back at home. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 6294162 | I would love someone to empirically tell me what I should do. Having to guess - improvise - all the time is so wearying. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| c8ab93f | Sherrie described atheism as a positive system of belief--one based on data, exploration and observation rather than scripture, creed and prayer. Atheists believe that human life is a chemical phenomenon, that our first parents were super-novas that happened billions of years ago--that humans are inexplicable miracles in a universe of structured chaos. Atheists believe that when we die, we will turn into organic debris which will continue c.. | atheist caitlin-moran carl-sagan dying hope philosophy richard-dawkins science-and-religion science-vs-religion | Israel Morrow | |
| be345a0 | That is the work of your teenage years - to build up and tear down and build up again, over and over, endlessly... They do not tell you this when you are fourteen, because the people who would tell you - your parents - are the very ones who built the thing you're so dissatisfied with. They made you how they want you. They made you how they you. They built you with all they know, and love - and so they can't see what you're : all the gap.. | parents | Caitlin Moran | |
| cdb8ca7 | throughout history, you can read the stories of women who--against all the odds--got being a woman right, but ended up being compromised, unhappy, hobbled, or ruined, because all around them society was still wrong. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 5c325d4 | It's difficult to see the glass ceiling because it's made of glass. Virtually invisible. What we need is for more birds to fly above it and shit all over it, so we can see it properly. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 5610349 | But the problem with battling yourself is that even if you win, you lose. At some point- scarred, and exhausted- you either accept that you must become a woman - that you are a woman - or you die. | Caitlin Moran | ||
| 553bd84 | psychological factors | Shere Hite | ||
| e609e36 | Hmm? No, it's a photo of all these streets. The camera's way up in space." "Outer Space?" "Yeah." "Cool." Officer Oh's voice gets all excited. "Three four nine Washington, shed in the rear, lit skylight . . . Got to be." -- | Emma Donoghue | ||
| c0368c2 | Your body - every body is a marvel. A wonder of creation. [...] The day you first opened your eyes, Anna, God asked just one thing: that you live. | life | Emma Donoghue | |
| 5228448 | All this reverential--I'm not a saint." Ma's voice is getting loud again. "I wish people would stop treating us like we're the only ones who ever lived through something terrible. I've been finding stuff on the Internet you wouldn't believe." | Emma Donoghue | ||
| f27720a | They used to draw a skull at the bottom of a tankard, so when you'd drained it you'd be reminded you were going to die someday. | drinking | Emma Donoghue | |
| 470db45 | Wasn't it so often the girl --no matter how young-- who got blamed for having incited her molester with a look? | Emma Donoghue | ||
| cdb20e4 | You must have been tortured by the memory of everything Jack didn't even know to want. Friends, school, grass, swimming, rides at the fair . . ." "Why does everyone go on about fairs?" Ma's voice is all hoarse. "When I was a kid I hated fairs." The woman does a little laugh. Ma" | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 5b8fe0f | And so it was not even patriotism but a new faith. The Frenchman may fight for France, but the American fights for mankind, for freedom; for the people, not the land. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 26ff49a | thought, Lee wants a frontal assault. I guess he'll have one. He turned to the messenger. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 5e26b1d | The faith itself was simple: he believed in the dignity of man. His ancestors were Huguenots, refugees of a chained and bloody Europe. He had learned their stories in the cradle. He had grown up believing in America and the individual and it was a stronger faith than his faith in God. This was the land where no man had to bow. In this place at last a man could stand up free of the past, free of tradition and blood ties and the curse of roya.. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 0d8f40e | He had grown up believing in America and the individual and it was a stronger faith than his faith in God. This was the land where no man had to bow. In this place at last a man could stand up free of the past, free of tradition and blood ties and the curse of royalty and become what he wished to become. This was the first place on earth where the man mattered more than the state. True freedom had begun here and it would spread eventually o.. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 0e50609 | If men were equal in America, all these former Poles and English and Czechs and blacks, then they were equal everywhere, and there was really no such thing as a foreigner; there were only free men and slaves. And so it was not even patriotism but a new faith. The Frenchman may fight for France, but the American fights for mankind, for freedom; for the people, not the land. | Michael Shaara | ||
| f1aeaad | He was out in the open, waving his hat, pointing to a grove of trees. A moment later Buford looked that way and the horse was bare-backed. He did not believe it. He broke off and rode to see. Reynolds lay in the dirt road, the aides bending over him. When Buford got there the thick stain had already puddled the dirt beneath his head. His eyes were open, half asleep, his face pleasant and composed, a soft smile. Buford knelt. He was dead. An.. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 5ce974d | He had grown up believing in America and the individual and it was a stronger faith than his faith in God. This was the land where no man had to bow. In this place at last a man could stand up free of the past, free of tradition and blood ties and the curse of royalty and become what he wished to become. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 0e384eb | A little eccentricity is a help to a general. It helps with the newspapers. The women love it too. Southern women like their men religious and a little mad. That's why the fall in love with preachers. | humor love religion southern-women | Michael Shaara | |
| b361928 | He shuddered. He remembered that day in church when he prayed from the soul and listened and knew in that moment that there was no one there, | Michael Shaara | ||
| 708fc5b | General, you may attack'...He gave no further directions...With that word it was out of his hands. It had never really been in his hands at all. And yet his was the responsibility. | Michael Shaara | ||
| 664e6d2 | Then after that I asked this fella what rights he had that we were offendin', and he said, well, he didn't know, but he must have some rights he didn't know nothin' about. | Michael Shaara | ||
| cb8d451 | You, she thought. Every flawed, scrawny, | Emma Donoghue | ||
| 08c874f | Healthier, perhaps, to find beauty in life and feel it expand inside of us. | Tim Cahill | ||
| fe4a9ed | EARLY MORNING IN THE yard at the Men's Reformatory at Anamosa, prisoners lounging about, doing lazy time, and here comes John Wayne Gacy, inmate number 26525, moving fast, a man with things to accomplish. | Tim Cahill | ||
| df49c5e | Elk were mating now--the males were fighting, and they had to chase the females, which depleted the fat that both sexes had accumulated over the summer and thereby diminished their chances of surviving the winter. "It would be better for the elk," Dave said as we prepared dinner, "if the females just gave it up." All three women stared at him. A silence ensued. Dave said, "Or I could be wrong." -- | Tim Cahill | ||
| a03844f | Tofino Expeditions, | Tim Cahill |