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Prior to the institutionalization of standard time, clocks were set using local meridians or local mean time, and they varied widely.
The deeper changes wrought by the end of a particular outlaw culture: something will come of that ... and it won't be what we expect.
It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.
I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.
The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.
the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don't know who plans these things.
We're always sick and we just don't know it. What we mean by health is only when our constant physical deterioration is undetectable.
All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.
Families are endlessly fascinating. We all have one, and they have a great impact on who we are and what we do - Freudian as that is.
Writing is a channeling of an individual experience; so is reading. That's what's so exciting about this art form - it's interactive.
Do you sometimes look up from the computer and look around the room and know you are alone, I mean really know it, then feel scared ?
They were like English teachers who took the fun out of a perfectly good book by breaking it down into themes and sentence structures
My road to publishing actually came through a colleague who connected me to my agent, and the faculty at Cornell was very supportive.
When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.
Hey, over here! Have your picture taken with a reclusive author! Today only, we'll throw in a free autograph! But wait, there's more!
That's a paradox I've noticed, too: The news business held little romance for me, yet writing about it somehow stirred my affections.
When you stiffen, you know that whatever you stiffen about is very important. The stuff is important, the fear itself is information.
Anything I have ever learned of any consequence, I have learned from Black people. I have never been bored by any Black person, ever.
Movements toward freedom and the self-respect that comes from something other than what people think is their most important feature.
People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.
I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself.
I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.
So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.
It is a singular reaction, this sitting still and writing, writing, writing, or ruminating at length, which is much the same, really.
I think of writers as explorers, not necessarily as detectives. So there is certainly detecting that is going on - they're explorers.
For want of a Pilate of their own, some Christians would accept a Constantine or whomever might be the current incarnation of Caesar.
We cannot hope to be secure when our government has declared, by its readiness to act alone, its willingness to be everybody's enemy.
It's a strange paradox that a man gifted with too many talents can fritter them all away without developing a single one to its full.
But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?
Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?
If someone comes in and says, "What are you doing," if I'm honest, the answer is, "I don't know. But I'm doing THIS, don't know why."
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.
Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?" "I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people o die embarrassed.
Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?
If everyone is to be made responsible for everything they do, you must extend responsibility beyond the level of conscious intention.
Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy.
How far would people get in physics if discovery was described as disgusting - "Your formula is disgusting and filthy"? Not very far.
Rock and Roll adolescent hoodlums storm the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa's face.
I recognize myself to be an intensely naive person. Most novelists are, despite frequent pretensions to deep socio-political insight.
There is someone out there that will love you.They'll want you for you.Don't settle for less.Life is short and I'm tired of wasting it
Be glad I don't have my gun because right now I'm considering the different ways I can get you to shut up. Let me scream and back off.
I didn't want to see you, but you invaded my world. Every dark corner you found a way in bringing light to the lifeless and lost." Eva
Relief is a wonderful emotion, highly underrated. In fact, I prefer it to elation or joy. Relief lets the air out of the Tire of Pain.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.
Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.
I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them
She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.
Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!