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""There was an inevitability about their road towards each other which encouraged meandering along the route"
What a line." — Mar 23, 2025 08:22PM
""There was an inevitability about their road towards each other which encouraged meandering along the route"
What a line." — Mar 23, 2025 08:22PM
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""It was not desirable that proles should have strong political feelings. All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism....And even when they became discontented , their discontent led nowhere, because, being without general ideas they could only focus it on petty specific grievances. The larger evils invariably escaped their notice "" — Sep 15, 2024 11:29PM
""It was not desirable that proles should have strong political feelings. All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism....And even when they became discontented , their discontent led nowhere, because, being without general ideas they could only focus it on petty specific grievances. The larger evils invariably escaped their notice "" — Sep 15, 2024 11:29PM


“While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me--drawing on my skin--not with the pencil he is using, but with an old-fashioned goose pen, and not with the quill end but with the feather end. As if hundreds of butterflies have settled all over my face, and are softly opening and closing their wings.
But underneath that is another feeling, a feeling of being wide-eyed awake and watchful. It's like being wakened suddenly in the middle of the night, by a hand over your face, and you sit up with your heart going fast, and no one is there. And underneath that is another feeling still, a feeling like being torn open; not like a body of flesh, it is not painful as such, but like a peach; and not even torn open, but ripe and splitting open of its own accord.
And inside the peach there's a stone.”
― Alias Grace
But underneath that is another feeling, a feeling of being wide-eyed awake and watchful. It's like being wakened suddenly in the middle of the night, by a hand over your face, and you sit up with your heart going fast, and no one is there. And underneath that is another feeling still, a feeling like being torn open; not like a body of flesh, it is not painful as such, but like a peach; and not even torn open, but ripe and splitting open of its own accord.
And inside the peach there's a stone.”
― Alias Grace

“Do you know why I believe in the novel? It’s a democratic shout. Anybody can write a great novel, one great novel, almost any amateur off the street. I believe this, George. Some nameless drudge, some desperado with barely a nurtured dream can sit down and find his voice and luck out and do it. Something so angelic it makes your jaw hang open. The spray of talent, the spray of ideas. One thing unlike another, one voice unlike the next. Ambiguities, contradictions, whispers, hints. And this is what you want to destroy.”
― Mao II
― Mao II

“If you can think of times in your life that you've treated people with extraordinary decency and love, with pure uninterested concern, just because they were valuable as human beings. The ability to do that with ourselves. To treat ourselves the way we would treat a really good, precious friend. Or a tiny child of ours that we absolutely loved more than life itself. And I think it's probably possible to achieve that. I think part of the job we're here for is to learn how to do it. I know that sounds a little pious.”
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―

“She was an artist. She held opposites in her mind.”
― Canada
― Canada

“You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.”
― Revolutionary Road
― Revolutionary Road
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