The library turned out to be a very pleasant place, but it was not the comfortable chairs, the huge wooden bookshelves, or the hush of people reading that made the three siblings feel so good as they walked into the room. It is useless for me to tell...
Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a ...
So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was that dark, strained look in his eyes, as if he were hunting somethin...
[Memory]... is a system of near-infinite complexity, a system that seems designed for revision as much as for replication, and revision unquestionably occurs. Details from separate experiences weave together, so that the rememberer thinks of them as ...
Constable N stepped away from the car, into the darkness where Darren could not see where his gun was pointing, and fired two rounds into the air. The gunshots cracked the roof of the night sky and echoed back at us. My first thought was that they co...
When I got to college, the fake ID thing wasn't that important, since pretty much everyone could get away with drinking in New Orleans. But the drugs, well, that was a different story altogether, because drugs are every bit as illegal in New Orleans ...
The children mingled with the adults, and spoke and were spoken to. Children in these families, at the end of the nineteenth century, were different from children before or after. They were neither dolls nor miniature adults. They were not hidden awa...
Not enough books focus on how a culture responds to radically new ideas or discovery. Especially in the biography genre, they tend to focus on all the sordid details in the life of the person who made the discovery. I find this path to be voyeuristic...
Nationalism is not to be confused with patriotism. Both words are normally used in so vague a way that any definition is liable to be challenged, but one must draw a distinction between them, since two different and even opposing ideas are involved. ...
[from the director's cut] Mr. Hand: We're very lucky when you think about it. Emma Murdoch: I'm sorry? Mr. Hand: To be able to revisit those places which have meant so very much to us. Emma Murdoch: I thought it was more that we were haunted by them....
[Deborah cleans up the bar while the rest of the family is out. Noodles walks in] Young Deborah: What are you doing? Young Noodles: Give me a drink. Young Deborah: We're closed. Nice people don't drink on Pesach, they go to the synagogue. Young Noodl...
Sarah: Help! Stop it! Help! Helping Hand: What do you mean "help"? We *are* helping. Different Helping Hand: We're Helping Hands. Sarah: You're hurting! Helping Hand: Would you like us to let go? Heh-heh... [They loosen their grip, Sarah starts to sl...
It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique. But I begin to think I was never meant for an easy road.
Could you really love two different people at once? Could you split your heart in half?
Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [...] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.
All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.
The difference between reading a story and studying a story is the difference between living the story and killing the story and looking at its guts.
The difference between a good golf shot and a bad one is the same as the difference between a beautiful and a plain woman --a matter of millimetres.
Whether you live to be 50 or 100 makes no difference, if you made no difference in the world.
I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.
We can all make a difference. For the sake of humanity,we have too.
