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Quotes of the Day!

All of these quotes come from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

 

evaporated like the tail end of a sweet dream.

 

and a mouth set in a sort of perpetual sneer. I don’t mean a nasty sneer, but an amused, mysterious sneer, as if all the people around her were pretty silly and she could tell some good jokes on them if she wanted to.

 

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations … I certainly learned a lot of things I never would have learned otherwise this way, and even when they surprised me or made me sick I never let on, but pretended that’s the way I knew things were all the time.

 

I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it properly, you can get away with it and nobody will think you are bad-mannered or poorly brought up. They will think you are original and very witty.

 

I spent a lot of time having imaginary conversations with Buddy Willard. He was a coupe of years older than I was and very scientific, so he could always prove things. When I was with him I had to work to keep my head above water.
These conversations I had in my mind usually repeated the beginnings of conversations I’d really had with Buddy, only they finished with me answering him back quite sharply, instead of just sitting around and saying, ‘I guess so.’

 

For the first time in my life, sitting there in the sound-proof heart of the UN building between Constantin who could play tennis as well as simultaneously interpret and the Russian girl who knew so many idioms, I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.

Quotes of the Day!

The quotes today are from John Steinbeck‘s Cannery Row.

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Its inhabitants are, as the man once said, “whores, pimps, gamblers, and sons of bitches,” by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, “Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men,” and he would have meant the same thing.

And perhaps that might be the way to write this book – to open the page and to let the stories crawl in by themselves.

but Alfred has triumphed over his environment and has brought his environment up with him

Doc would listen to any kind of nonsense and change it for you to a kind of wisdom.

While he was looking for a question Doc asked one. Hazel hated that, it meant casting about in his mind for an answer and casting about in Hazel’s mind was like wandering alone in a deserted museum. Hazel’s mind was choked with uncatalogued exhibits.

It had become his custom, each time he was deserted, to buy a gallon of wine, to stretch out on the comfortably hard bunk and get drunk. Sometimes he cried a little all by himself but it was luxurious stuff and he usually had a wonderful feeling of well-being from it.

Quotes of the Week!

When I was home around Christmas time, I took the opportunity of having no classes or work to read some really dorky books. (I wrote out one of the books back of the book summary already.)

These books were really impressively dorky, and I’d like to share some of the great quotes from them.

Edward S. Aarons

When all was quiet again, he closed the door and turned back to her, and saw that she had shed her bikini and was waiting for him.
“No dice,” he said.

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Three hours later, he found Valetti.
It was in the Brighton morgue.

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The face was round and babyish; the eyes were those of a disillusioned old man.

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“A pity. Do you know the term ‘berserker,’ Mr. Durell? I am a berserker. A Viking filled with the lust for blood. Your blood.”

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Bron Fane

“If you can imagine your own problems in detection multiplied by infinity, and laced with a thousand indescribably important technical details, then you will realise something of the task which confronts a Time Warden,” said Chronol.

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“It sounds rather frightening,” he said. “Time and Space mean nothing to the killer from Tomorrow.”

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Reality was a ship that defied reality, and he was in it – a passenger of the Time Warden. He shook his head slowly.

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“You’ve been mixed up with things natural and supernatural. You also, quite recently, got yourself tangled up with a rather strange planet.”
“Oh, you mean the adventure which my friend Bron Fane chronicled under the title The Intruders,” answered Val.

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Bron Fane is the AUTHOR of this book, and referenced another one of his books in this book. That is amazing!

But, a quick wikipedia search has now confused me … Apparently Bron Fane is a pseudonym that was used by Lionel Fanthorpe, a British priest (Somewhere Out There did have a clearly pro-Christian part). Fanthorpe wrote for Badger Books which had a number of pseudonyms that any of their authors could pick up and use. SO, the author was referencing himself … but possibly a different person.

Kooky, eh?