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Because in trying to articulate what, perhaps, joy is, it has occurred to me that among other things—the trees and the mushrooms have shown me this—joy is the mostly invisible, the underground union between us, you and me, which is, among other things, the great fact of our life and the lives of everyone and thing we love going away. If we sink a spoon into that fact, into the duff between us, we will find it teeming. It will look like all the books ever written. It will look like all the nerves in a body. We might call it sorrow, but we might call it a union, one that, once we notice it, once we bring it into the light, might become flower and food. Might be joy.
Ross Gay (The Book of Delights: Essays)
All of a sudden I wanted to know how the book ended.
Kody Keplinger (The Duff (Hamilton High, #1))
You could have mentioned that this kid never sleeps,” Tim calls from the living room. We go in to find him slumped in the easy chair next to the pulled-out sofa bed. Andy’s sprawled out on the bed, long tan legs in a V, George gathered in her arms. Duff, still in his clothes, lies across the bottom, Harry curled in a ball on the pillow under Andy’s outstretched leg. Safety, as much as could be found, must have lain in numbers.Patsy’s fingering Tim’s nose and pulling on his bottom lip, her eyes wide-blue open. “Sorry, man,” Jase says. “She’s usually good to go at bedtime.” “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie to this kid? That is one fucked-up story. How is that a book for babies?” Jase laughs. “I thought it was about babysitting.” “Hell no, it’s addiction. That friggin’ mouse is never satisfied. You give him one thing, he wants something else, and then he asks for more and on and on and on. Fucked up. Patsy liked it, though. Fifty thousand times.” Tim yawns, and Patsy snuggles more comfortably onto his chest, grabbing a handful of shirt. “So what’s doin’?” We tell him what we know—nothing—then put the baby in her crib. She glowers, angry and bewildered for a moment, then grabs her five pacifiers, closes her eyes with a look of fierce concentration, and falls very deeply asleep.
Huntley Fitzpatrick (My Life Next Door)
Her choice ruins the lives of the people she cares most about. Because she picked propriety over passion. Head over heart.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF(Hamilton High Book 1))
Bianca, can I ask you something?” “No,” I said quickly. “I am not giving you a blow job. No fucking way. Just the thought of it is disgusting and degrading and… No. Never.” “While that’s a little disappointing,” Wesley said, “it’s not what I was planning to ask you.” Keplinger, Kody (2010-09-07). The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) (p. 166). Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. Kindle Edition.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High, #1))
She wrote a self-esteem book.
Kody Keplinger (The Duff (Hamilton High, #1))
He don't read. You know he doesn’t have a book in his office? Not a fucking book in the shelves. Ain’t that some shit? (Adolph Mongo speaking of Kwame Kilpatrick)
Charlie LeDuff (Detroit: An American Autopsy)
I followed him into his bedroom, wringing my hands uncontrollably. (Sweaty palms are so attractive.) Keplinger, Kody (2010-09-07). The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) (p. 182). Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. Kindle Edition.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High, #1))
Thanks,” Toby said. “And if Wesley breaks your heart, I promise to… well, I would say I’d kick his ass, but we both know that’s physically impossible .” He frowned down at his skinny arms. “So I’ll write him a strongly worded letter.” Keplinger, Kody (2010-09-07). The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) (p. 272). Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. Kindle Edition.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High, #1))
I return to the sprinklers and sit down. George plunks down next to me. “Did you know that a bird-eating tarantula is as big as your hand?” “Jase doesn’t have one of those, does he?” George gives me his sunniest smile. “No. He useta have a reg’lar tarantula named Agnes, but she”—his voice drops mournfully—“died.” “I’m sure she’s in tarantula heaven now,” I assure him hastily, shuddering to think what that might look like. Mrs. Garret’s van pulls in behind the motorcycle, disgorging what I assume are Duff and Andy, both red-faced and windblown. Judging by their life jackets, they’ve been at sailing camp. George and Harry, my loyal fans, rave to their mother about my accomplishments, while Patsy immediately bursts into tears, points an accusing finger at her mother, and wails, “Boob.” “It was her first word.” Mrs. Garret takes her from me, heedless of Patsy’s damp swimsuit. “There’s one for the baby book.
Huntley Fitzpatrick (My Life Next Door)
happy. Dave had suggested an impromptu road trip
Kody Keplinger (Lying Out Loud: From the author of The DUFF (Hamilton High Book 4))
feminism.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF(Hamilton High Book 1))
feminist,
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF(Hamilton High Book 1))
chagrined
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF(Hamilton High Book 1))
Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you. Keplinger, Kody (2010-09-07). The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) (p. 243). Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. Kindle Edition.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High, #1))
One of those who canceled citing illness was Lady Cosmo Duff-Gordon, a fashion designer who had survived the sinking of the Titanic. Another designer, Philip Mangone, canceled for unspecified reasons. Years later he would find himself aboard the airship Hindenburg, on its fatal last flight; he survived, albeit badly burned. Otherwise, the Lusitania was heavily booked, especially in the lesser classes.
Erik Larson (Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania)
I had to get back to dealing with facts. One fact was that something bizarre was going on, but I'd be far more likely to find an explanation in a modern book on string theory than in an ancient tome on the spirit world.
Hilary Duff (Elixir (Elixir, #1))
The truth was, I hated pretty much anything requiring school spirit, because, obviously, I had none. I hated Hamilton High. I hated the horribly bright school colours, the incredibly generic mascot, and at least ninety percent of the student body. That’s why I couldn’t wait to leave for college.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF(Hamilton High Book 1))
Don’t waste your time because, the fact is, I am the Duff. But so is everyone else in the world. We’re all fucking Duffs.” “I’m not the Duff,” Wesley said confidently. “That’s because you don’t have friends.” “Oh. Right.” Keplinger, Kody (2010-09-07). The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) (p. 276). Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. Kindle Edition.
Kody Keplinger (The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High, #1))
You, the reader, make the book, but the book does not in itself exist between these decomposing covers. You read the script, you are, in your mind, actor, patron, director. Critic, ultimately. This collection of pages is just the beginning of a greater creation." "If what you say is true, then what of the writer of the books? Great men wrote them, and they know much more than I what is to be said and learned... [the author] surely knew more than I, and besides, the book is complete in itself." "[The author] may be great, but he still waits patiently for you to read him, and his books are incomplete without you. Without the reader, they are lines unspoken, scripts with neither reader nor audience. Recipes with no food - - and no cook. In a very real way, then, the book is not, as you say, complete. Until you read it. My point is, that in all of your deference and study you must remember who you are and realize that you are sharing--on equal terms--with the messenger on the other side of the page." ~McDuff from The Spawn of Loki (The MacDuff Saga) by Jason Henderson
Jason Henderson (The Spawn of Loki (The MacDuff Saga Book 2))
In 1988 two consultants, Jim Rosenthal and Juan Ocampo, wrote Securitization of Credit, a road map that helped Citibank and Chase Manhattan survive the South American debt crisis. The book, the first on a subject that soon washed over the financial world like a tsunami, showed the banks, unable to earn their way out of their bad debt situation, that by securitizing the loans on their books—packaging them up and selling them into the secondary debt markets—they could effectively walk away from the loans, albeit while still taking a hit to their balance sheets.
Duff McDonald (The Firm)
In many important ways the book really was an attack on McKinsey thinking, on the idea that the secrets of success could be found in an analytical framework or in a new corporate structure. It was an attack on the rationalist idea that businesses were machines that could be fine-tuned. The work of Peters and Waterman served to remind managers about first principles in business: If they didn’t listen to their customers or employees, then the rest was irrelevant. If the strategy revolution was forcing companies to look outward more than they ever had before, what Excellence did was force that gaze right back inside again. And it wasn’t talking only about financial management. It was also talking about how you treated the people who worked for you. It was, in short, the first great manifesto of the idea of corporate culture.
Duff McDonald (The Firm)
But as they prayed, each man by that inner light saw an invisible friend walking across the waves. Henceforth, these need no books on apologetics to prove there is a God. This man who has written his story tells us that God heard the prayers of some.
Jonathan Reeve (The 10 Best Titanic Survivor Stories: Firsthand Accounts by Jack Thayer, Archibald Gracie, Charlotte Collyer, Lucy Duff-Gordon, Fred Barrett, Charles Joughin, Lawrence Beesley, Daniel Buckley & More)
Ladies and gentlemen!” A loud, brash male voice rose above the din in the bar; it was bellowing and unmistakable. “May I have your attention, please!” Abe’s stomach tightened into a ball. After more than twenty years of listening to absurd nonsequiturs being bandied about during lulls in the office by the same voice, Abe knew who was speaking in an instant. His longtime business partner, CS Duffy, clad in his standard black Carhartt hooded sweatshirt and faded blue jeans, a Milwaukee Brewers cap on his head, was standing on a chair holding up his private investigator’s license folio as if it was some sort of officious piece of federal ID. “My name is Dr. Herbert Manfred Marx. I am with the CDC. We have an emergency situation.” The bar quieted nearly to silence. Abe started to move toward his partner. He had no idea what Duff was planning to say or do, but he knew it wouldn’t be good. Duff looked around the room, taking the time to make eye contact with the dozens of concerned speed daters. “The CDC has isolated a new form of sexually transmitted disease. We are calling it Mega-Herpes Complex IX. It is highly contagious and may result in your genitals exploding off your bodies in much the same way some lizards eject their own tails to confuse pursuing predators.” There were a few gasps from some of the women in the room and a round of confused murmurs. Duff continued unfazed. He unfurled a large, unflattering photocopy of an old photograph of Abe’s face. “We believe we have tracked Patient Zero to this location. If you see this man, for the love of God, do not sleep with him!” Abe walked up to Duff, grabbed his sleeve, and yanked him off the chair. Duff landed heavily. “Hey, Patient Zero! Good to see you.
Sean Patrick Little (Where Art Thou? (Abe and Duff Mystery Series Book 3))
Duff rolled his eyes so hard it caused a shift in the tectonic plates. “Golly, Chuck Woolery, the least you could do is buy the man a half-hour with a sympathetic hooker for an unenthusiastic hand job.
Sean Patrick Little (Where Art Thou? (Abe and Duff Mystery Series Book 3))
Duff tapped the ex-Marine-or-SEAL on the shoulder. “Hey, do rich people have access to cleaning products the rest of us don’t?” The guard said nothing. “You don’t clean anyway,” said Abe. “I might if I had magic rich people cleaning powder.” “Why don’t you start with a bottle of Comet and work your way up?” “Comet is for commoners. I’m more refined than that.” “No, you’re not.” “Let me dream, peasant.
Sean Patrick Little (Where Art Thou? (Abe and Duff Mystery Series Book 3))
You’re a detective? Really?” “That’s what it says on the waistband of my underwear. Abe, lay one of our cards on the man.” Abe already had a business card in his hand. He set it in the middle of the desk, oriented so McMahon could read it without touching it. “I’m Abe. That’s Duff. Forgive him. He was raised in the woods by a family of sasquatch, and not the cultured kind of sasquatch, either.” “I miss my hairy momma.” Duff kissed his fist and pointed at the ceiling. “Skookum Valley ain’t the same without you, Mom!
Sean Patrick Little (Where Art Thou? (Abe and Duff Mystery Series Book 3))
When I first read about the theory many years ago, my first thought was that life was all about not just biological life but life. No wonder a two-hour movie can capture—or seem to capture—the entire life of Mahatma Gandhi, Frida Kahlo, Muhammad Ali, or Coco Chanel. Moviemakers use punctuated equilibria to eliminate the stasis from the lives of heroes and celebrities, highlighting only the punctuations. History books apply the same technique to chronicle the life of an entire civilization over thousands of years by compressing narratives into a few hundred pages. On my desk lies a copy of Duff McDonald’s book The Firm: The Story of McKinsey and Its Secret Influence on American Business, which compresses almost a century of the consulting firm’s existence into a mere four hundred pages. Now that I have seen the theory, I can no longer unsee it; it seems to apply everywhere I look. But let me not get carried away.
Pulak Prasad (What I Learned About Investing from Darwin)
A few days were snatched early in March by Edwin Montagu Venetia, Duff, Patrick and me for a fishing spree to a primitive inn on the River Beauly.
Lady Diana Cooper (The Rainbow Comes and Goes (Lady Diana Cooper's Autobiography Book 1))
In 1994, former Guns N Roses bassist, Duff McKagan, decided to invest $100,000 in local Seattle companies, including an expanding chain of coffee shops, a software company and an online book seller; Starbucks, Microsoft and Amazon.
Jake Jacobs (The Giant Book Of Strange Facts (The Big Book Of Facts 15))
, like this: In healthy forests, which we might imagine to exist mostly above ground, and be wrong in our imagining, given as the bulk of the tree, the roots, are reaching through the earth below, there exists a constant communication between those roots and mycelium, where often the ill or weak or stressed are supported by the strong and surplused. By which I mean a tree over there needs nitrogen, and a nearby tree has extra, so the hyphae (so close to hyphen, the handshake of the punctuation world), the fungal ambulances, ferry it over. Constantly. This tree to that. That to this. And that in a tablespoon of rich fungal duff (a delight: the phrase fungal duff, meaning a healthy forest soil, swirling with the living the dead make) are miles and miles of hyphae, handshakes, who get a little sugar for their work. The pronoun who turned the mushrooms into people, yes it did. Evolved the people into mushrooms. Because in trying to articulate what, perhaps, joy is, it has occurred to me that among other things—the trees and the mushrooms have shown me this—joy is the mostly invisible, the underground union between us, you and me, which is, among other things, the great fact of our life and the lives of everyone and thing we love going away. If we sink a spoon into that fact, into the duff between us, we will find it teeming. It will look like all the books ever written. It will look like all the nerves in a body. We might call it sorrow, but we might call it a union, one that, once we notice it, once we bring it into the light, might become flower and food. Might be joy.
Ross Gay (The Book of Delights: Essays)
Gulf War, BusinessWeek advised readers to skip the book and read the McKinsey Quarterly article by Bose and Sharman instead. The shift to a knowledge culture that had begun
Duff McDonald (The Firm)
BE THE MAN Set a good example. Even if you’ve got to fake it. Your kids observe everything you do. And even though it may not seem like it at the time, your kids want to be like you. They want to be proud of you and brag about their dad at school and to their friends. Be observant of your own actions around them kids. Listen to your girl. We men sometimes get frustrated when our ladies talk. We will try to actually converse when she is deep into a story about the boss being a dick, or some other friend of hers doing your girl wrong. Do not even try to fix this situation! Your sweetie just wants you to listen. Hell, you don’t even have to agree. Just listen. This is black-belt-level man stuff. Do the dishes. Hell, take it one level further: cook the dinner and do the dishes. Doing laundry is man’s work too, as well as cleaning up after the dogs and cuddling your kids. Having a home life where you get the opportunity to be a family man and partake in all these things is a very good thing. It means that you have elevated your man thing to the very top level. Keep it up. Don’t be a pussy. Don’t shy away from a situation just because it’s tough. If you need to protect the one you love or things are tough at work . . . pin those ears back and remember who the fuck you are. Get smart. Educate yourself on what is going on in culture and politics. Read some books about history. Don’t be a pawn, be a scholar. Evolve. Our dads and granddads grew up in a different time. Communication and tenderness were not necessarily components of their age groups’ makeup. You don’t have to be exactly like them. Even though we saw good examples of man stuff in them, the times, they are a-changing.
Duff McKagan (How to Be a Man: (and other illusions))
But ... there's military law, isn't there?" "Well, yes ... but when it's pissing with rain and when you're up to your tonk– your waist in dead horses and someone gives you an order, that ain't the time to look up the book of rules, miss. Anyway, of it's about when you're allowed to get shot, sir." "Oh, I'm sure there's more to it than that, sergeant." "Oh, prob'ly, sir," Colon conceded diplomatically. "I'm sure there's lots of stuff about not killing enemy soldiers who've surrendered, for instance." "Oh, yerss, there's that, captain. Doesn't say you can't duff 'em up a bit, of course. Give 'em a little something to remember you by." "Not torture?" said Angua. "Oh, no, miss. But ... " Memory Lane for Colon had turned into a bad road through a dark valley "... well, when your best mate's got an arrow in his eye an' there's blokes and horses screamin' all around you and you're scared shi– you're really scared, an' you come across one of the enemy ... well, for some reason or other you've got this kinda urge to give him a bit of a ... nudge, sort of thing. Just ... you know ... like, maybe in twenty years' time his leg'll twinge a bit on frosty days and he'll remember what he done, that's all.
Terry Pratchett (Jingo (Discworld, #21; City Watch, #4))