Ars Quotes

Ars longa, vita brevis, occasio praeceps, experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile. Life is short, [the] art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment dangerous, judgment difficult.

Ar fi înspăimântător să crezi că din tot acest cosmos atât de armonios, desăvârşit şi egal cu sine, numai viaţa omului se petrece la întâmplare, numai destinul lui n-are nici un sens.

Pythagoras has had me going round in circles for years.” ― Anthony Merrydew

     Illicit flight Alfa Bravo Charlie quickly reached a predetermined altitude and stopped dead. The passengers on board screamed the way people do on fairground rides. The shuttle hesitated momentarily and then shot forward accelerating rapidly to reach a blistering 145,222 miles per hour. They were in a Mach 22 situation. The cries from on-board could not be heard from the ground. Neither did anyone in the great metropolis of Llar witness the bright blue vapour trail the craft left behind in its wake. It was after all overcast and raining heavily.

Sir, I think you need to read this,’ he said, nervously handing over the mainframe’s dissertation of its own wellbeing.

Steve shook his head in amazement. ‘If that GOD person hadn’t left that case, we wouldn’t have any of this.’      Thomas agreed. ‘Personally, I can’t praise him enough.’     

Ar trebui să se pună un grătar la intrarea în orice suflet. Ca să nu se bage nimeni în el cu cuțitul.

I de­ci­ded right then and the­re to ma­ke a snic­ker­do­od­le per­fu­me to we­ar, so that one day he wo­uld sniff me li­ke that.

What in the name of Llar was that all about?’ Colin asked, his face still drained of colour. ‘I have no bloody idea,’ William said his voice quivering.

With one hand disturbing a colony of parasitic life forms in his uncombed hair, he yawned loudly.      ‘Morning Steve,’ Thomas said scratching his grubby face. His breath drifted across the space between them making Steve’s nose twitch involuntarily.

Semilla’s Phlegm-O-Matic promptly made an observation. ‘Wow Semilla look at that shuttle.’      ‘Keep your voice down Raymond we’re in danger,’ Semilla hissed.      ‘Raymond?’ Burt said incredulously.      ‘I had to give him a name, didn’t I?

The power of one man’s imagination is infinite. The disinterest of the human race in facing the obvious, is exponentially far greater.

Why do we try so hard to destroy all that our planet gave us to enjoy?” ― Anthony Merrydew

I can imagine,’ laughed Bab’s. ‘It’s not every day of the week you meet a female lizard with nail varnish, lipstick and the scent of Channel Number Five.

Androids with Artificial Intelligence have no heart or soul. They will make our perfect masters.

Dacă adevărul nu se află prin dragoste, oriunde s-ar afla el, nu mă interesează.

Well at least one of you present here today, has the scaly green balls to give me an honest answer,’ he said, as he broke into a hearty lizard laugh.

Following his ordeal at the hands of the angry residents in Dusty Bottom Lane yesterday, he felt particularly disinclined to exhibit any form of enthusiasm whatsoever.

So how did he imagine we would have known anything about them?’ Her husband asked. Gloria smiled awkwardly. ‘They woke up this morning and have been chanting you name ever since.

I had a close encounter with an alien last week. He returned to visit us and was amazed we were still here.

This book is dedicated to those in life whom I have met and by virtue of those encounters, have helped to shape the content herein.

Science Fiction, is an art form that paints a picture of the future.

The morgue was the name the human workers gave to this room in the facility. They were careful not to utter it in front of the androids, for fear of offending them.

Somethings wrong,’ he told her. ‘Be specific Jack,’ she said pressuring him. Jack turned again to the desert. ‘We should already be dead,’ he said. ‘That’s what’s wrong.

The demise of the human race rests mainly on the shoulders of stupidity, and the abuse of power in the hands of those we have elected.

If you could travel back in time, you would miss out on all of the mistakes you made. You would undoubtedly be someone very different. Long live my past and my mistakes.

He would at least be remembered in his cultures history books. Destroying two of his emperors revered structures, on the same day, would not go unmentioned.

If any of them fail me, I will flush them from an airlock into the pit of space, like an unwanted turd. Do I make myself clear?

I see you made it Jack,’ he started to say, noticing a silver sphere roll across the loading bay floor. It stopped just short of his shoes before it exploded.

Artificial Intelligence never stops for lunch. The human race will loose their place at the table very soon.

We might even make this after all,’ he hollered, but the craft didn’t reply.

The computer began to titter. ‘Well it’s a long story honey, but the concise version is this. Talalia has been a bad girl. She was grounded for six months after her last trip.

The machines were simple and harmless, developed by a human genius who set in motion something, which ultimately had far reaching consequences.

This is your last chance, and I mean it. Now get me to my ship,’ he told the device. A moment later he vanished from the Grand Plaza, and the mayhem that still continued unabated.

Ceilalţi lupi m-ar sfâşia, dacă ar şti că urletul meu e, în realitate, un plâns.

And Tarquin,’ Semilla said quietly. ‘He has been in league with them all along?’ ‘Yes, I am afraid so,’ Rupert confirmed.

This generation will witness social and economic changes in our societies, that will be irreversible, thanks to AI.

My name is Jenny,’ the prototype curtly informed Theodore, with a stance that advertised her statement to perfection.

We are stood on the spot where a vast army of legionnaires were sent through a time portal with this very device,’ Jack said holding out his arm and displaying the XXL strapped safely to his wrist.

Mastering the technology to create effigies of our ourselves, will be our downfall.

Amazing, isn’t it? You have the intelligence to navigate some unfathomable distance across the void. And yet you are too dim to understand the language of the species you encounter upon your arrival.

Science Fiction, is the last great escape.

The concept and subsequent development of these JEN2 successors to the old machines, was a story in its own right. It was also one marred with frustration, hidden agendas and ultimately punctuated with a sad human tragedy.

Isn’t this exciting!

S-ar putea întâmpla fel de fel de miracole, continuase el fără s-o privească. Dar trebuie să te înveţe cineva cum să le priveşti, ca să ştii că sunt miracole. Altminteri, nici măcar nu le vezi. Treci pe lângă ele şi nu ştii că sunt miracole. Nu le vezi...

Ok, first things first,’ said Amercron assertively, ‘Bab’s where are we exactly?’ There was another of those silences, which in his current adrenalin fuelled state, he hadn’t the patience for. ‘Well?’ ‘Well Honey, were in space.

Miss Wormwood: Calvin, your test was an absolute disgrace! It's obvious you haven't read any of the material. Our first president was not Chef Boy-Ar-Dee and you ought to be ashamed to have turned in such preposterous answers! Calvin: I just don't test well.

   ‘I knew it, I knew it, I damn well knew it,’ he shouted. ‘The President was right you’re all infected with this wretched MeMe chromosome even at the dawn of your pathetic little planet’s evolution. You do realise of course there’s no hope for you. It’s all going to be a complete and utter waste of time. You and your little planet are all doomed.

It was then, that the most ridiculous idea in the entire history of the universe entered his cranium. He had absolutely no idea where it came from. He blinked several times, at the magnitude of its absurdity.

She stood panting as adrenalin fired up her muscles. Flipping open the safety catches on both of her laser pistols, she set them for maximum delivery. Anything or anyone on the receiving end of these weapons would never survive, even as atoms.

     ‘That has to be Mr Davis,’ Semilla said with an air of complete confidence as she stared at the inferno rising above the roof tops.      ‘How can you be so certain?’ Burt questioned looking slightly pensive.      Semilla gave a shrug. ‘Let’s face it he’s been in the vicinity of one or two little disasters lately.

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn’ Ambar-metta!

He grabbed at Rupert’s earphones and gave his colleague a very serious look. ‘What do you know about share dealing?’ Rupert placed a finger on his chin and mulled over the question with a studious look. ‘Now you come to mention it,’ he said, ‘I know absolutely nothing.’ Norman grabbed his arm and began dragging his bewildered companion to the nearest lift. ‘Then we need to find out, and find out fast.

The ignorance of the oppressed is strength for the oppressor.

Sînt unii oameni atît de prosti, ca de le-ar aparea vreo idee la suprafata creierului ea s-ar sinucide din groaza de singuratate.

... Oricît de întuneric ar fi fost, ea îl zărea, pentru că atunci cînd nu mai văd ochii, vede sufletul...

- E o vorbă din popor care spune că, dacă vrei să fii fericit, trebuie să închizi un ochi. Eu ar trebui să-i închid pe amândoi...

Cum ar fi putut sa imi treaca prin minte ca el va fi inceputul tragediei mele de mai tarziu?

Pity is a bitch I’d like to avoid.

Time and space are incalculable, there measure is infinite. The formulas that explicate their workings, have all but been explained away. But there is one thing that remains, and always will. ‘The occurrence of events in the absence of any obvious intention or cause.’ Chance.

But sir…’      ‘Don’t worry I said I’ll do it,’ snapped the President.      ‘But sir there’s just one other thing.’      The President held the club in his hands like a seasoned baseball star. He glanced over at the Phlegm-O-Matic resting in the legionnaire’s rusted hand. ‘What?’      ‘That protocol doesn’t include you.’      The President’s shoulders sank and the air left his lungs in a rush. The legionnaire turned and aimed the gun at him.

So, you know that group up there in the Planetarium then?’ The pistol continued. ‘Hey they say it’s a small world.’      ‘Are they alright?’ asked Semilla darting forward.      ‘Yeah, they’re all fine, apart from the President he’s rather dead actually, oh and one of the lampposts I’m afraid he copped it too.’      Baz’s beacon flickered with emotion. ‘Which one?’ he asked.      ‘There was only one President as far as I know,’ said the pistol indifferently.

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

Şi a găsit-o printre miile de oameni indiferenţi. I-a zărit mai întâi ochii verzi cu luminile calde si moi. S-a cutremurat până în temeliile fiinţei lui, ca şi când i s-ar fi lămurit fulgerător toate misterele vieţii. Apoi li s-au încrucişat privirile şi din uimirea ei a înţeles că şi ea l-a recunoscut, deşi nu l-a mai văzut niciodată.

To girls with broken hearts and vengeful souls. Go forth and raise hell.

Oricum ar fi însă, mi se pare mai interesant să fac tablouri proaste decât un pandişpan reuşit.

    The weapon gave a rusty croak. ‘I don’t normally do weather reports anymore,’ the gun informed him politely.      ‘Why is that?’      ‘Ever since the demise of the old metropolis, there has been no control of the weather systems. Anyone who would have appreciated a weather forecast perished an awful long time ago. Besides, every time I started to inform my potential victims of the current cloud formations, or wind velocity, or barometric pressure, or potential precipitation, they simply ran away.

For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the world and words fuck each other.

Numai daca vremea ar sta locului am putea vedea lamurit ce este etern

     ‘The onboard computer just wants to say a few words before we leave.’      The speakers in the cabin crackled into life. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you on-board the presidential shuttle for tonight’s illicit flight, Alfa Bravo Charlie. I would just like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you all and thank you so much for coming here tonight to steal me. To be honest I don’t get out much these days so this is something of a special occasion.’      ‘It will be for us too if we get caught,’ Semilla said sardonically.

It's true, I'm no murderer. But I do have an impulse control problem. And a sword.

If you strip away self-effacement, charm and the spirit of mischief-qualities that make determination and ambition tolerable- you're left with a right ar**hole.

Dacă timpul ar fi avut frunze, ce toamnă!

Some of the toughest ayaat in the Quran have Allah's name "ar-Rahman" in them to make it clear that just because Allah is the Most Merciful, it doesn't mean He's not going to carry out justice.

If a responsible, mentally sound American wants to own and AR-15, that’s their right. Besides, when the zombies come…okay, you don’t like the zombie thing. When the Chinese invade our country, who do you want to depend on? The over-extended police force and the National Guard? Or the next door neighbor who’s a former Marine and has enough guns and ammunition for your entire block?

Pluteau undele unui parfum, ca şi când urmele sufletului ei ar fi rămas să-l ispitească.

Dacă aș avea mijloace, n-aș face nimic altceva decât o bancă de lemn în mijlocul mării. Construcție grandioasă de stejar geluit, să respire pe ea, în timpul furtunii, pescărușii mai lași. E destul de istovitor să tot împingi din spate valul, dându-i oarecare nebunie; vântul, el, mai degrabă, s-ar putea așeza acolo din când în când. Și să zică așa, gândindu-se la mine: ”N-a făcut nimic bun în viața lui decât această bancă de lemn, punându-i de jur împrejur marea.” M-am gândit bine, lucrul acesta l-aș face cu dragă inimă. Ar fi ca un locaș de stat cu capul în mâini în mijlocul sufletului.

You can't fix grief,” said Simon. “A rabbi told me that when my father died. The only thing that fixes grief is time, and the love of the people who care about you, and Tavvy has that.” He squeezed Mark's shoulder briefly. “Take care of yourself,” he said. “Shelo ted'u od tza'ar, Mark Blackthorn.” “What does that mean?” said Mark. “It's a blessing,” said Simon. “Something else the rabbi taught me. ‘Let it be that you should know no further sorrow.

Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth's wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. "We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again." Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. "As long as we're together," she said. She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw the sunlight far,f ar above-maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.

O regăsea mai departe, aşteptându-l. Nu-şi vorbeau. Trecea pe lângă ea, cu un salut, cu o privire. Se înţelegeau foarte bine din ochi şi ştiau amândoi că pentru ce ar voi să-şi spună nu sunt cuvinte.

La început totul este frumos. Suntem îndrăgostiţi pentru că nu ne cunoaştem. Dacă am ştii ce urmează după aceea, am trage cât mai mult de îndrăgosteala asta şi nu ne-ar mai interesa deloc să punem întrebări şi să aşteptăm răspunsuri, am alerga beţi, îmbătaţi de noi înşine fără nevoie de luciditate şi adevăr.

Viaţa e un dar buclucaş. La început ai tendinţa să-l supraestimezi crezând că viaţa pe care ai primit-o este veşnică. Apoi, dimpotrivă, îl subestimezi, găsind că-i o porcărie, scurtă de nu-nţelegi nimic din ea şi pe care uneori ţi-ar veni s-o arunci de să nu se vadă. Abia către sfârşit pricepi că nu-i vorba de nici un dar, ci de un simplu împrumut. Pe care trebuie să încerci să-l meriţi.

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

Închipuiţi-vă că într-o zi ar fi venit un tren şi n-am fi mai avut putere să urcăm în el. L-am dorit prea mult, l-am aşteptat prea mult. Ne-am epuizat în aşteptare şi nu ne-a rămas nicio picătură de energie pentru a ne bucura de sosirea lucrului aşteptat. Numai că ne-am fi simţit striviţi de o mare tristeţe, amintindu-ne cât am visat trenul acela care acum pleacă fără noi. Şi ce-am fi putut face după plecarea trenului? Singura noastră şansă ar fi fost să uităm de el, să uităm de toate, să dormim, iar când ne trezeam, cu ultimile noastre puteri, să aşteptăm alt tren...

I-ai strâns genunchii şi ai sărutat-o, nu opune rezistenţă, ar fi culmea, doar ştie atât de multe despre tine, iar de o bună bucată de timp te apără de rele şi tu acum închizi ochii şi îţi scufunzi sufletul în sărutul ăsta lung.

As raparigas do Norte têm belezas perigosas, olhos impossíveis. Têm o ar de quem pertence a si própria. Olham de frente. Pensam em tudo e dizem tudo o que pensam. Confiam, mas não dão confiança. Acho-as verdadeiras. Acredito nelas. Gosto da vergonha delas, da maneira como coram quando se lhes fala e da maneira como podem puxar de um estalo ou de uma panela, quando se lhes falta ao respeito. São mulheres que possuem; são mulheres que pertencem. As mulheres do Norte deveriam mandar neste país. Têm o ar de que sabem o que estão a fazer.

Trebuie sa-i sperii din cand in cand pe oameni ca sa-si pretuiasca viata. Ea nu s-a speriat. Si voia monede de durere. Stia despre ele. Stia sa geama cand cadeau stele. Poate ar fi trebuit s-o opresc... Eh, n-are cum sa ajunga departe cu monedele alea.

Historians have a word for Germans who joined the Nazi party, not because they hated Jews, but out of a hope for restored patriotism, or a sense of economic anxiety, or a hope to preserve their religious values, or dislike of their opponents, or raw political opportunism, or convenience, or ignorance, or greed. That word is "Nazi." Nobody cares about their motives anymore. They joined what they joined. They lent their support and their moral approval. And, in so doing, they bound themselves to everything that came after. Who cares any more what particular knot they used in the binding?

Vai, visele celea ale tinereţii, visele primei iubiri, cum vin ele, ca apele de primăvară şi te fură, şi te învăluie, şi te duc la adînc, atît de adînc, încît, la un moment dat, ele devin esenţa vieţii tale, şi dacă ţi s-ar cere: visele sau viaţa, eşti gata să declari - de-mi luaţi visele, luaţi-mi şi viaţa...

Dar iubirea aceasta ar putea să-mi revele ceva. Poate te-am întâlnit şi m-am îndrăgostit de d-ta ca să mă înveţi ceva. Învaţă-mă, atunci! Spune-mi de ce mi-ai apărut în cale. Nu te-am întâlnit aşa, din întâmplare, doar ca să flirtez cu d-ta; nu-mi place să flirtez. Nu mi-am înşelat niciodată soţia. Dar am simţit, întâlnindu-te, că mi s-a făcut un semn.

The aim of the poet is to inform or delight, or to combine together, in what he says, both pleasure and applicability to life. In instructing, be brief in what you say in order that your readers may grasp it quickly and retain it faithfully. Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full. Fiction invented in order to please should remain close to reality.

Didžiausia mano nelaimė — kad anaiptol ne iškart tapau savimi. Mūsų niekas nemokė būti savimi. Mus mokė būti tuo ir anuo, lipdyti save pagal kokį nusususį ar nežemiškai idealų modelį, kurį sugalvojome ne mes patys. Mokė keisti, lamdyti save, mokė prisitaikyti. Tačiau niekad nemokė būti savimi. Būti savimi anaiptol nėra paprasta, tam reikalingas didis talentas. Dabar dažnai pamanau, kad genialumas tėra viso labo tobulas gebėjimas begal tvirtai, užsispyrus, ligi pat gali išlikti pačiu savimi.

Ştiu că mărturisirile prea sincere par scandaloase. Mulţi s-au învăţat cu o anumită pudoare a minciunilor cuviincioase, tresar când le spui prea direct ce ai de spus. Nu le convine. Preferă să audă totul ca prin vată. Atunci rămân liberi să reacţioneze cum vor, inclusiv să se comporte ca şi când n-ar fi auzit...

...cineva care știe a iubi cu adevărat poate experimenta voluptatea oricât de neînsemnată ar fi atingerea trupului celuilalt. Îi explicasem atunci că, pentru mine, posesiunea e mult mai neînțeleasă și mai complicată decât se pare. E foarte greu să ai ceva cu adevărat, să-l capeți sau să-l cucerești. Mai mult ne închipuim că posedăm decât posedăm.

Então, que seja doce. Repito todas as manhãs, ao abrir as janelas para deixar entrar o sol ou o cinza dos dias, bem assim, que seja doce. Quando há sol, e esse sol bate na minha cara amassada do sono ou da insônia, contemplando as partículas de poeira soltas no ar, feito um pequeno universo; repito sete vezes para dar sorte: que seja doce que seja doce que seja doce e assim por diante. Mas, se alguém me perguntasse o que deverá ser doce, talvez não saiba responder. Tudo é tão vago como se fosse nada.

Stiam prea bine ca fondul sufletului meu e desgustul, apatia, mizeria. Eu nu sunt facut pentru nici o femee, nici o femee nu e facuta pentru mine, si oricare ar crede-o ar fi nenorocita. Nu iubesc nimic pentru ca nu cred in nimic si prea greoi pentru a lua vreun lucru precum se prezinta, eu nu am privirea ce infrumuseteaza lumea, ci aceea care vede numai raul, numai defectele, numai partea umbrei . Satul de viata fara sa fi trait vreodata, neavand un interes adevarat pentru nimic in lume, sunt moraliceste desalat ... Nu cred nimic, nu sper nimic si mi-e moraliceste frig ca unui batran de 80 de ani.

Inchipuiţi-vă că într-o zi ar fi venit un tren şi n-am fi mai avut putere să urcăm în el. L-am dorit prea mult, l-am aşteptat prea mult. Ne-am epuizat în aşteptare şi nu ne-a rămas nicio picătură de energie pentru a ne bucura de sosirea lucrului aşteptat. Numai că ne-am fi simţit striviţi de o mare tristeţe, amintindu-ne cât am visat trenul acela care acum pleacă fără noi. Şi ce-am fi putut face după plecarea trenului? Singura noastră şansă ar fi fost să uităm de el, să uităm de toate, să dormim, iar când ne trezeam, cu ultimile noastre puteri, să aşteptăm alt tren...

Nu mă interesează un bărbat decât în măsura în care cred că-l stăpânesc ca femeie, în care cred că sunt pentru el, într-un moment din viaţă, o fiinţă unică, de neînlocuit. Ştiu că sunt femei mai frumoase decât mine, dar asta nu are nicio însemnătate, fiindcă oricât de frumoasă ar fi o femeie, se poate totdeauna ivi alta, care să fie şi mai frumoasă. Dar cred că poate exista o adâncime sufletească, o sensibilitate, o inteligenţă care pot însufleţi în aşa fel un anumit fizic, care pot crea o feminitate infungibilă(cum se spune în Drept despre bunurile care nu se pot schimba între ele, cum ar fi un tablou, un covor, un exemplar de carte dintr-o ediţie rară), amalgam unic de însuşiri de neînlocuit, cel puţin într-o clipă dată, pentru un om într-un anume climat sufletesc

[I] threw open the door to find Rob sit­ting on the low stool in front of my book­case, sur­round­ed by card­board box­es. He was seal­ing the last one up with tape and string. There were eight box­es - eight box­es of my books bound up and ready for the base­ment! "He looked up and said, 'Hel­lo, dar­ling. Don't mind the mess, the care­tak­er said he'd help me car­ry these down to the base­ment.' He nod­ded to­wards my book­shelves and said, 'Don't they look won­der­ful?' "Well, there were no words! I was too ap­palled to speak. Sid­ney, ev­ery sin­gle shelf - where my books had stood - was filled with ath­let­ic tro­phies: sil­ver cups, gold cups, blue rosettes, red rib­bons. There were awards for ev­ery game that could pos­si­bly be played with a wood­en ob­ject: crick­et bats, squash rac­quets, ten­nis rac­quets, oars, golf clubs, ping-​pong bats, bows and ar­rows, snook­er cues, lacrosse sticks, hock­ey sticks and po­lo mal­lets. There were stat­ues for ev­ery­thing a man could jump over, ei­ther by him­self or on a horse. Next came the framed cer­tificates - for shoot­ing the most birds on such and such a date, for First Place in run­ning races, for Last Man Stand­ing in some filthy tug of war against Scot­land. "All I could do was scream, 'How dare you! What have you DONE?! Put my books back!' "Well, that's how it start­ed. Even­tu­al­ly, I said some­thing to the ef­fect that I could nev­er mar­ry a man whose idea of bliss was to strike out at lit­tle balls and lit­tle birds. Rob coun­tered with re­marks about damned blue­stock­ings and shrews. And it all de­gen­er­at­ed from there - the on­ly thought we prob­ably had in com­mon was, What the hell have we talked about for the last four months? What, in­deed? He huffed and puffed and snort­ed and left. And I un­packed my books.

I wish I'd been accepted sooner and better. When I was younger, not being accepted made me enraged, but now, I am not inclined to dismantle my history. If you banish the dragons, you banish the heroes--and we become attached to the heroic strain in our personal history. We choose our own lives. It is not simply that we decide on the behaviors that construct our experience; when given our druthers, we elect to be ourselves. Most of us would like to be more successful or more beautiful or wealthier, and most people endure episodes of low self-esteem or even self-hatred. We despair a hundred times a day. But we retain the startling evolutionary imperative for the fact of ourselves, and with that splinter of grandiosity we redeem our flaws. These parents have, by and large, chosen to love their children, and many of them have chosen to value their own lives, even though they carry what much of the world considers an intolerable burden. Children with horizontal identities alter your self painfully; they also illuminate it. They are receptacles for rage and joy-even for salvation. When we love them, we achieve above all else the rapture of privileging what exists over what we have merely imagined. A follower of the Dalai Lama who had been imprisoned by the Chinese for decades was asked if he had ever been afraid in jail, and he said his fear was that he would lose compassion for his captors. Parents often think that they've captured something small and vulnerable, but the parents I've profiled here have been captured, locked up with their children's madness or genius or deformity, and the quest is never to lose compassion. A Buddhist scholar once explained to me that most Westerners mistakenly think that nirvana is what you arrive at when your suffering is over and only an eternity of happiness stretches ahead. But such bliss would always be shadowed by the sorrow of the past and would therefore be imperfect. Nirvana occurs when you not only look forward to rapture, but also gaze back into the times of anguish and find in them the seeds of your joy. You may not have felt that happiness at the time, but in retrospect it is incontrovertible. For some parents of children with horizontal identities, acceptance reaches its apogee when parents conclude that while they supposed that they were pinioned by a great and catastrophic loss of hope, they were in fact falling in love with someone they didn't yet know enough to want. As such parents look back, they see how every stage of loving their child has enriched them in ways they never would have conceived, ways that ar incalculably precious. Rumi said that light enters you at the bandaged place. This book's conundrum is that most of the families described here have ended up grateful for experiences they would have done anything to avoid.