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  • #1
    Sarah   Williams
    “Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
    Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse

  • #2
    Daniel Polansky
    “The dangerous men were still asleep, their blades sheathed next to their beds. The really dangerous men had been up for hours, and their quills and ledgers were getting hard use.”
    Daniel Polansky, Low Town

  • #3
    Daniel Polansky
    “I remember the lightning in the air, and the lovers bidding goodbye to each other in the streets, and I can tell you what I think. We went to war because going to war is fun, because there's something in the human breast that trills at the thought, although perhaps not the reality, of murdering its fellows in vast numbers. Fighting a war ain't fun - fighting a war is pretty miserable. But starting a war? Hell, starting a war is better than a night floating on daeva's honey.”
    Daniel Polansky, Low Town
    tags: war

  • #4
    Tom Stoppard
    “We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #5
    Tom Stoppard
    “Because children grow up, we think a child's purpose is to grow up. But a child's purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn't disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole of itself into the each moment. We don't value the lily less for not being made of flint and built to last. Life's bounty is in its flow, later is too late. Where is the song when it's been sung? The dance when it's been danced? It's only we humans who want to own the future, too. We persuade ourselves that the universe is modestly employed in unfolding our destination. We note the haphazard chaos of history by the day, by the hour, but there is something wrong with the picture. Where is the unity, the meaning, of nature's highest creation? Surely those millions of little streams of accident and wilfulness have their correction in the vast underground river which, without a doubt, is carrying us to the place where we're expected! But there is no such place, that's why it's called utopia. The death of a child has no more meaning than the death of armies, of nations. Was the child happy while he lived? That is a proper question, the only question. If we can't arrange our own happiness, it's a conceit beyond vulgarity to arrange the happiness of those who come after us.”
    Tom Stoppard, The Coast of Utopia

  • #6
    Tom Stoppard
    “Rosencrantz: I don't believe in it anyway.
    Guildenstern: What?
    Rosencrantz: England.
    Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then? ”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #7
    Tom Stoppard
    “Life is a gamble, at terrible odds. If it were a bet you wouldn’t take it.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #8
    Tom Stoppard
    “Pirates could happen to anyone.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #9
    Tom Stoppard
    “Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, where's it going to end?”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #10
    Tom Stoppard
    “Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.”
    Tom Stoppard, The Real Thing

  • #11
    Tom Stoppard
    “We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #12
    Tom Stoppard
    “I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.”
    Tom Stoppard

  • #13
    Tom Stoppard
    “Words, words. They're all we have to go on.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #14
    Tom Stoppard
    “I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rock 'n' Roll

  • #15
    Tom Stoppard
    “Rosencrantz: We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat?
    Guildenstern: No, no, no... Death is...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not-be on a boat.
    Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats.
    Guildenstern: No, no, no--what you've been is not on boats.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #16
    Tom Stoppard
    “We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?”
    Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

  • #17
    Tom Stoppard
    “We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #18
    Tom Stoppard
    “Stark raving sane.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #19
    Tom Stoppard
    “The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks.”
    Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

  • #20
    Tom Stoppard
    “The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #21
    Tom Stoppard
    “What a fine persecution—to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #22
    Tom Stoppard
    “Be happy -- if you're not even happy, what's so good about surviving?”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #23
    Tom Stoppard
    “It would have been nice to have had unicorns.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #24
    Tom Stoppard
    “It's no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst.”
    Tom Stoppard

  • #25
    Tom Stoppard
    “It's not the voting that's democracy, it's the counting.”
    Tom Stoppard, Jumpers

  • #26
    Tom Stoppard
    “ ...reality, the name we give to the common experience.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #27
    Tom Stoppard
    “We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction. And time is its only measure.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #28
    Tom Stoppard
    “A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until--"My God," says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience... "Look, look!" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer.”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

  • #29
    Tom Stoppard
    “When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.”
    Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

  • #30
    Tom Stoppard
    “Wheels have been set in motion, and they have their own pace, to which we are...condemned. Each move is dictated by the previous one - that is the meaning of order. If we start being arbitrary it'll just be a shambles: at least, let us hope so. Because if we happened, just happened to discover, or even suspect, that our spontaneity was part of their order, we'd know that we were lost. A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty - and, by which definition, a philosopher - dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; his two-fold security. ”
    Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead



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