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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

  • #2
    Lionel Shriver
    “Okay, it's like this. You wake up, you watch TV, and you get in the car and you listen to the radio. You go to your little job or your little school, but you're not going to hear about that on the 6:00 news, since guess what. Nothing is really happening. You read the paper, or if you're into that sort of thing you read a book, which is just the same as watching only even more boring. You watch TV all night, or maybe you go out so you can watch a movie, and maybe you'll get a phone call so you can tell your friends what you've been watching. And you know, it's got so bad that I've started to notice, the people on TV? Inside the TV? Half the time they're watching TV. Or if you've got some romance in a movie? What to they do but go to a movie? All those people, Marlin," he invited the interviewer in with a nod. "What are they watching?"

    After an awkward silence, Marlin filled in, "You tell us, Kevin."

    "People like me.”
    Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

  • #3
    James Joyce
    “A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
    James Joyce, Dubliners

  • #4
    Anna Sewell
    “Do you know why this world is as bad as it is?... It is because people think only about their own business, and won't trouble themselves to stand up for the oppressed, nor bring the wrong-doers to light... My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt.”
    Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

  • #5
    Anna Sewell
    “There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham - all a sham, James, and it won't stand when things come to be turned inside out and put down for what they”
    Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

  • #6
    Anna Sewell
    “Why don't they cut their own children's ears into points to make them look sharp? Why don't they cut off their noses to make them look plucky? One would be just as sensible as the other. What right have they to torment and disfigure God's creatures?”
    Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

  • #7
    Boris Pasternak
    “It´s a good thing when a man is different from your image of him. Is shows he isn´t a type. If he were, it would be the end of him as a man. But if you can´t place him in a category, it means that at least a part of him is what a human being ought to be. He has risen above himself, he has a grain of immortality.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #8
    Boris Pasternak
    “And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #9
    Boris Pasternak
    “I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #10
    Boris Pasternak
    “No single man makes history. History cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing. Wars and revolutions, kings and Robespierres, are history's organic agents, its yeast. But revolutions are made by fanatical men of action with one-track mind, geniuses in their ability to confine themselves to a limited field. They overturn the old order in a few hours or days, the whole upheaval takes a few weeks or at most years, but the fanatical spirit that inspired the upheavals is worshiped for decades thereafter, for centuries. ”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #11
    Boris Pasternak
    “Ever since childhood Yurii Andreievich had been fond of woods seen at evening against the setting sun. At such moments he felt as if he too were being pierced by shafts of light. It was as though the gift of the living spirit were streaming into his breast, piercing his being and coming out at his shoulders like a pair of wings. The archetype that is formed in every child for life and seems for ever after to be his inward face, his personality, awoke in him in its full primordial strength, and compelled nature, the forest, the afterglow, and everything else visible to be transfigured into a similarly primordial and all-embracing likeness of a girl. Closing his eyes, "Lara," he whispered and thought, addressing the whole of his life, all God's earth, all the sunlit space spread out before him.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #12
    Boris Pasternak
    “Winter had long since come. It was freezing cold. Torn-up sounds and forms appeared with no evident connection from the frosty mist, stood, moved, vanished. Not the sun we are accustomed to on earth, but the crimson ball of some other substitute sun hung in the forest. From it, strainedly and slowly, as in a dream or a fairy tale, rays of amber yellow light, thick as honey, spread and on their way congealed in the air and froze to the trees.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #13
    James Joyce
    “I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning.”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #14
    James Joyce
    “He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #15
    James Joyce
    “And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #16
    James Joyce
    “He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #17
    James Joyce
    “The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #18
    Hans Fallada
    “As it was, we all acted alone, we were caught alone, and every one of us will have to die alone. But that doesn’t mean that we are alone.”
    Hans Fallada, Every Man Dies Alone

  • #19
    Hans Fallada
    “Not that she's a political animal, she's just an ordinary woman, but as a woman she's of the view that you don't bring children into the world to have them shot.”
    Hans Fallada, Every Man Dies Alone

  • #20
    William Maxwell
    “His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.”
    William Maxwell, So Long, See You Tomorrow
    tags: grief

  • #21
    William Maxwell
    “The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice,”
    William Maxwell, So Long, See You Tomorrow

  • #22
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
    tags: war, ww1

  • #23
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #24
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #25
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “The things men did or felt they had to do.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
    tags: war

  • #26
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “We have so much to say, and we shall never say it.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #27
    Vasily Grossman
    “Ivan tells Anna: "I used to imagine that being embraced by a woman . . . as something so wonderful that it would make me forget everthing . . . [But] happiness, it turns out, will be to share with you the burden I can't share with anyone else.”
    Vasily Grossman, Everything Flows

  • #28
    Vasily Grossman
    “Don't you remember how you once answered a question of mine? Me - I shall never forget your words. Those words of yours opened my eyes; they brought me the light of day. I asked you how the Germans could send Jewish children to die in the gas chambers. How, I asked, could they live with themselves after that? Was there really no judgement passed on them by man or God? And you said: Only one judgement is passed on the executioner - he ceases to be a human being. Through looking on his victim as less than human, he becomes his own executioner, he executes the human being inside himself. But the victim - no matter what the executioner does to kill him - remains a human being forever. Remember now?”
    Vasily Grossman, Forever Flowing

  • #29
    Vasily Grossman
    “Here in the forest lay sullen, soot-blackened stones that were the remains of ruined hearths; in abandoned cemeteries were dark headstones that had already half sunk into the ground. Everything inanimate—stones, iron—was being swallowed by the earth, dissolving into it with the years, while green, vegetable life, in contrast, was bursting up from the earth. The boy found the silence over the cold hearths especially painful. And when he came back home, the smell of smoke from the kitchen, the barking of dogs, and the cackling of hens somehow seemed all the sweeter.”
    Vasily Grossman, Everything Flows

  • #30
    Vasily Grossman
    “No artist has painted
    A true portrait of Lenin
    Ages to come will complete
    Lenin's unfinished portrait.

    Did Poletaev understand the tragic implication of his lines about Lenin?”
    Vasily Grossman, Forever Flowing



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