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Quotes of the Day!

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


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 Day!

The following quotes come from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby.


(I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)


For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened – then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.


The bar is in full swing and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside until the air is alive with chatter and laughter and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.


He smiled understandingly – much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.


But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

Quotes of the Day!

The following are quotes from Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita.

He is abnormal. He is not a gentleman. But how magically his singing violin can conjure up a tendresse, a compassion for Lolita that makes us entranced with the book while abhorring its author!


You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.


I was led upstairs, and to the left – into “my” room. I inspected it through the mist of my utter rejection of it


“How I love this garden [no exclamation mark in her tone]. Isn’t it divine in the sun [no question mark either].”


Please, reader: no matter your exasperation with the tenderhearted, morbidly sensitive, infinitely circumspect hero of my book, do not skip these essential pages! Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let’s even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling.

Quotes of the Day!

I just finished reading Between the Bridge and the River by Craig Ferguson. I enjoy his show, and I had heard this book was good, but I didn’t know what to expect. It’s not something you’d see/hear on CBS, that’s for certain (so be aware) – BUT, it’s pretty good. I’m a sucker for stories with love and redemption, and this has both.

From Wikipedia, about the book,

“Ferguson has attributed the inspiration for the novel’s title to a conversation with a Jesuit priest about whether all those who commit suicide go to hell. According to Ferguson, the priest said that while suicide was a mortal sin, if someone were to jump from a bridge and genuinely repented of their action before they hit the river they would be forgiven. Ferguson interpreted this as there always being one last chance of redemption, which is the core of the adventures in the novel.”

Cool, right? Ok, now for the quotes.

Fraser’s mother, Janice, was actually quite a happy soul but she had to hide it because, like all pseudo-intellectuals, she thought being cheery made her look stupid, which of course she was for believing that rubbish in the first place.

Hillbillies are much maligned, as most of them place hospitality and kindness above cynicism and wit and therefore are deemed intellectually inferior by the cynical and witty who occasionally pass through their domain on the way to somewhere noteworthy and sophisticated. Hillbillies don’t mind this, of course, because they place hospitality and kindness above cynicism and wit and therefore the cynicism and wit of the cynical and witty is wasted on them. No real harm done.

“Cut me some slack here, I’m dying.”
“Ah yes, the victim excuse. Victim is where evil is born.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. I’m not evil.”
“I know. You are beautiful but you are afraid. You are in danger of committing little acts of evil.”
“Bloody hell,” sighed George. He was beginning to wonder if he could handle this kind of scrutiny. He was just beginning to wonder if he should get away from Claudette – then she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

“You have deserted the realm of cynical reason, and there will always be a part of you that is suspicious of that. Debate is healthy, only evil does not question itself.”

Quotes of the Day!

Recently I read (and loved) Boy by Roald Dahl. If you’re a Roald Dahl fan, you’ll probably love this book. Even if you’re not, it’s still fun. The book covers up to when he was twenty years old. He’s a great story teller and had some pretty amazing experiences as a kid. It’s clear, too, where the motivation for some of his characters and stories came from (in one story he explicitly states that it was the motivation behind Charlie and the Chocolate Factory).

Without further ado, some quotes:


‘God works in mysterious ways,’ she said, which was her stock reply whenever she didn’t know the answer.


Behind the moustache there lived an inflamed and savage face with a deeply corrugated brow that indicated a very limited intelligence. ‘Life is a puzzlement,’ the corrugated brow seemed to be saying, ‘and the world is a dangerous place. All men are enemies and small boys are insects that will turn and bite you if you don’t get them first and squash them hard.’


The Headmaster, while I was at Repton, struck me as being a rather shoddy bandy-legged little fellow with a big bald head and lots of energy but not much charm. Mind you, I never did know him well because in all those months and years I was at the school, I doubt whether he addressed more than six sentences to me altogether. So perhaps it was wrong of me to form a judgment like that.

Quotes of the Day!

Yesterday I wrote about my experience reading The Care and Taming of a Rogue by Suzanne Enoch. Here are some quotes from the book.


“She tasted like strawberries and desire.”


Lust rolled across him like a warm breeze.


In fact, she realized as she took her seat in the coach opposite Livi, what she seemed to have achieved tonight was looking on the outside the way she felt on the inside when Bennett looked at her.


“Phillipa, he stole my future from me,” he finally said, wishing he knew how to look vulnerable and irresistible.

Quotes of the Day!

“Read almost half.

Just didn’t like”

This was written on the title page of my (used) copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude.

I have to say, I agree with the quote. HOWEVER, I pushed on, and while the book was at times confusing and rambly and long-winded (remind you of anyone?) there were some lovely quotes. Without further ado …


One Hundred Years of Solitude Quotes

In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters’ shop, behind the window shades in her house, in her father’s office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.


whose head covered with patent leather curls aroused in women an irrepressible need to sigh


He wept one whole afternoon in Ursula’s lap and she would have sold her soul in order to comfort him.


He became lost in misty byways, in times reserved for oblivion, in labyrinths of disappointment.


so many times postponed, putting her resignation aside and shitting on everything once and for all and drawing out of her heart the infinite stacks of bad words that she had been forced to swallow over a century of conformity.
“Shit!” she shouted.


“If you hadn’t come,” he said, “you never would have seen me again.”
Meme felt the weight of his hand on her knee and she knew that they were both arriving at the other side of abandonment at that instant.
“What shocks me about you,” she said smiling, “is that you always say exactly what you shouldn’t be saying.”


he realized that his wife’s determination had been provoked by a nostalgic mirage


the scientific possibility of seeing the future showing through in time as one sees what is written on the back of a sheet of paper through the light


While I would not recommend this book, it still had its moments for me. And lines like, in particular, the last one, bring pictures of new stories to my mind. For that reason I’m happy I read the book (and not just so I can stop feeling guilty for having bought it and not read it).

Buy it here.

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