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  • #1
    Jonathan Franzen
    “The only mainstream American household I know well is the one I grew up in, and I can report that my father, who was not a reader, nevertheless had some acquaintance with James Baldwin and John Cheever, because Time magazine put them on its cover and Time, for my father, was the ultimate cultural authority. In the last decade, the magazine whose red border twice enclosed the face of James Joyce has devoted covers to Scott Turow and Stephen King. These are honorable writers; but no one doubts it was the size of their contracts that won them covers. The dollar is now the yardstick of cultural authority, and an organ like Time, which not long ago aspired to shape the national taste, now serves mainly to reflect it.”
    Jonathan Franzen, How to Be Alone: Essays

  • #2
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

  • #3
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history?”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #4
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #5
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...it has no day.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #6
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #7
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #8
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #9
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #10
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #11
    Nick Hornby
    “It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.”
    Nick Hornby

  • #12
    Ray Bradbury
    “Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?"
    "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #13
    C.G. Jung
    “The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
    Carl Gustav Jung

  • #14
    Abraham Lincoln
    “My concern is not whether God is on our side; my greatest concern is to be on God's side, for God is always right.”
    Abraham Lincoln

  • #15
    Thomas Jefferson
    “I predict future happiness for Americans, if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.”
    Thomas Jefferson

  • #16
    Ayn Rand
    “The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.”
    Ayn Rand

  • #17
    Abraham Lincoln
    “I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how a man could look up into the heavens and say there is no God.”
    Abraham Lincoln

  • #18
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #19
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

  • #20
    David  Mitchell
    “Creation never ceased on the sixth evening, it occurs to the young man. Creation unfolds around us, despite us and through us at the speed of days and nights. And we call it love.”
    David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
    tags: love

  • #21
    Flannery O'Connor
    “I'm a member and preacher to that church where the blind don't see and the lame don't walk and what's dead stays that way.”
    Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

  • #22
    George Orwell
    “Some ideas are so stupid that only intellectuals believe them.”
    George Orwell

  • #23
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #24
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #25
    Gene Wolfe
    “M-m-master, when I was on the Quasar I had a paracoita, a doll, you see, a genicon, so beautiful with her great pupils as dark as wells, her i-irises purple like asters or pansies blooming in summer, Master, whole beds of them, I thought, had b-been gathered to make those eyes, that flesh that always felt sun-warmed. Wh-wh-where is she now, my own scopolagna, my poppet? Let h-h-hooks be buried in the hands that took her! Crush them, master, beneath stones. Where has she gone from the lemon-wood box I made for her, where she never slept at all, for she lay with me all night, not in the box, the lemon-wood box where she waited all day, watch-and-watch, Master, smiling when I laid her in so she might smile when I drew her out. How soft her hands were, her little hands. Like d-d-doves. She might have flown with them about the cabin had she not chosen instead to lie with me. W-w-wind their guts about your w-windlass, snuff their eyes into their mouths. Unman them, shave them clean below so their doxies may not know them, their lemans may rebuke them, leave them to the brazen laughter of the brazen mouths of st-st-strumpets. Work your will upon those guilty. Where was their mercy on the innocent? When did they tremble, when weep? What kind of men could do as they have done—thieves, false friends, betrayers, bad shipmates, no shipmates, murderers and kidnappers. W-without you, where are their nightmares, where are their restitutions, so long promised? Where are their abacinations, that shall leave them blind? Where are the defenestrations that shall break their bones, where is the estrapade that shall grind their joints? Where is she, the beloved whom I lost?”
    Gene Wolfe, The Shadow of the Torturer



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