| Neil Gaiman - American Gods |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|07:47 pm] |
"Liberty," boomed Wednesday, as they walked to the car, "is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses."
"Yeah?" said Shadow.
"Quoting," said Wednesday. "Quoting someone French. That's who they have a statue to, in their New York harbor: a bitch who liked to be fucked on the refuse from the tumbril. Hold your torch as high as you want to, m'dear, there's still rats in your dress and cold jism dripping down your leg." |
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| albert camus |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:52 pm] |
"Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?"
"An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. "I despise intelligence" really means: "I cannot bear my doubts."
"The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." |
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| harper lee, to kill a mocking bird |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:50 pm] |
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"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it." |
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| aldous huxley |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
"Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead."
"You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad."
"Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you." |
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| aldous huxley, brave new world |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:46 pm] |
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Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand. |
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| Old Proverb |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
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Jack of all trades, master of none though oft times better than the master of one. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:03 pm] |
I asked her, “Could we kiss for a little bit?”
“Excuse me,” she said, although, on the other hand, she didn’t pull her head back.
I told her, “Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.”
“And the more you wage war?”
- JS Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close |
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| Franny and Zooey |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|12:59 pm] |
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"Seymour once said to me--in a crosstown bus, of all places--that all legitimate religious study must lead to unlearning the differences, the illusory differences, between boys and girls, day and night, heat and cold." - Buddy Glass |
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| John Steinbeck - East of Eden |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|11:47 am] |
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"I've studied and maybe learned how things are, but I'm not even close to why they are. And you must not expect to find that people understand what they do." |
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| it, stephen king |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|10:22 am] |
Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends- maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what it has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart. |
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| “… the color of the sky, I’m told.” * |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|02:40 am] |
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“And it’s fine because it’s been this way with girls a while now, these random things, because I know I’m too much for anyone, that if I let myself I’d love them all, I’d think they could fix me. But I know they can’t, and it’s enough, because every so often when a girl kisses me, touches my hand, my face, I remember that the world has light.”
- Brad Land, Goat
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| Norse origin of Santa explained |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|12:34 am] |
That jolly old elf Santa Claus may have gotten his name from Sinterklaas, a Dutch derivation for Saint Nicholas of Myra, but his wizened appearance, as well as a few of the customs and characteristics associated with Santa seems to stem from Norse traditions.
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| Neil Gaiman, Coraline |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|01:25 pm] |
“It wasn’t brave because he wasn’t scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again to get his glasses, when he knew the wasps were there, when he was really scared. That was brave.” …”And why was that?” asked the cat, although it sounded barely interested. “Because,” she said, “when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”
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| Turkey's Ancient Town of Myra: the Home of Santa Claus |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|11:41 pm] |
Demre, Turkey - South-west Turkey is home to the early Christian legend of St Nicholas. Nicholas is thought to have lived in the fourth century and was the Bishop of the ancient town of Myra. The town was part of the Lycian League and visitors to the nearby town of Demre can still find plenty of evidence of the region's ancient past. Myra was once located directly on the coast and according to legend St Paul set sail from here to Rome where he was martyred. The ruins of the early Middle Ages basilica on the edge of Demre are a reminder of the first burial place of Bishop Nicholas.
The remains of the saint have long since been removed and the sarcophagus in the basilica is empty. Nicholas's body was transferred to the basilica of San Nicola in Bari in southern Italy. When Muslim invaders occupied the region of Lycia the remains of Christian saints were spirited away.
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| nail gaiman, the kindly ones |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|09:03 pm] |
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I can remember the title, author, and location of every book in this library, Matthew. Every book that's ever been dreamed. Every book that's ever been imagined. Every book that's ever been lost. Millions upon millions of them. That's what I remember. It's my job. Other things … I forget sometimes. |
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| virginia woolf, mrs. dalloway |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|08:59 pm] |
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But to go deeper, beneath what people said (and these judgements, how superficial, how fragmentary they are!) in her own mind now, what did it mean to her, this thing she called life? Oh, it was very queer. Here was So-and-so in South Kensington; some one up in Bayswater; and somebody else, say, in Mayfair. And she felt quiet continuously a sense of their existence and she felt what a waste; and she felt what a pity; and she felt if only they could be brought together; so she did it. And it was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom? |
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| sylvia plath, mad girl's love song |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|08:57 pm] |
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.) |
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| sylvia plath, the bell jar |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
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"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days." |
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