Dec. 16: trapped at SM since heaven was peeing damn hard. Got no choice but to run at the nearest bookshop and that is RSO and got Updike’s
But why Updike? Since I had already read one of his novels and his words are pretty delicious and elegant. And he is a Pulitzer awardee for crying out loud:D
Encountered QUOTESon for my head (so far):
The world itself is stolen goods. All property is theft, and those who have stolen most of it make the laws for the rest of us.
Marx says that sickly philanthropy is worse than blunt, healthy oppression, which at least alerts the working class to the war that exists.
Reality is, more and more, statistics, and in a country as big as
The man who betrays his own brother deserves to die
She was not death but her whiteness had death's purity
The city seems to float on emptiness like a constellation, and then to tilt, as if wheeling toward takeoff past your own stationary position in space
Roads are progress, and the man who can drive them is a man of the future
He bestowed upon each of her cheeks and then her lips a kiss whose coolness had since childhood seemed to her tinged, like luggage stored in the unheated hold of an airplane, with the extra-terrestrial cold of the stratosphere.
Everything can be forgiven of a woman but awkwardness; that clings to the mind.
He knew so many other languages that his mind was always translating; his tongue had no home
She would not cause Tristao’s death and held him in her heart like a prisoner safe in a locked cell
It takes a sad childhood to make us eager to be adult
How frightening, she thought, that one does not merely grow and enlarge one’s experience, but one loses earlier selves. We move forward into darkness and darkness closes behind
To die is not the worst thing man can do. To live defeated, that is the worst. Life without Isabel to me is no life
Better a short life than none. Even the longest life feels too short on the deathbed.
Love was everywhere, he perceived, and it solved no problems. In fact, it created problems.
Sartre is a one-eyed clown and pedophile.
The dictatorship of the proletariat cannot afford to have its subject be human---it must have robots on the bottom, and monster on top
Anarchy means for you doing away with the feeble restraints to exploitation and pillage that already exist; if there is one nation on earth that does not need an ideal of anarchy, it is anarchic
Marx himself is a romantic fool. He thinks the proletariat is one big superman when in fact it is a collection of sniveling, petty-minded connivers and freeloaders. Like the capitalists, the Communists seek to paper over the oppressions and cruelties of their societies with glamorous myths.
The bits of gold are like lice in mother earth’s tangled hair---they hide, they wriggle away
“My love is like Mother Gold, immutable, though it momentarily hides” Tristao said.
“Gold has become not just your mother but your wife”, Isabel retorted. :D
When the brain was enough dulled, a luminous cave opened in life’s implacable cliff, and one could crawl in.
Romanticism is what brings a couple together, but realism is what sees them through.
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