Kanon Quotes

You know the sultans used to light their garden parties with turtles? They'd put candles on their backs and let them wander around. Hundreds of them.

Life is like that, don’t you think? Mostly bad choices. All you can do is keep your balance between them.

Im Schlaf Er traf einen Baum. Er baute darunter sein Haus. Er schnitt aus dem Baum einen Stock heraus. Der Stock wurde seine Lanze. Die Lanze wurde sein Gewehr. Das Gewehr wurde seine Kanone. Die Kanone wurde seine Bombe. Die Bombe traf sein Haus und riß den Baum an dem Wurzeln aus. Er stand dabei und staunte, aber auf wachte er nicht.

Hi Miss Alice With your glass eyes What kind of dream Can you see? Are you fascinated with? Stilll My heart tears And drifts Stuck in the patched crevices Are memories Hi Miss Alice With that fruitful lips To whom does love Is cast away? Is lamented? Already I spin my words Feverish tongue Has turned cold The song to love Can't be sung either Still you do not answer

Ich kenne dich«, sagte Eddie. »Ich habe eine Menge von deinesgleichen gesehen. Du bist nichts weiter als ein Narr, der mit einer Flagge in einer und einer Kanone in der anderen Hand ›vorwärts, ihr christliche Soldaten‹ singt. Ich will keine Ehre. Ich will nur ein Brathähnchen und einen Schuss. In dieser Reihenfolge.

He was the first young man Alex had met since he arrived, all the others buried or missing, irretrievable. Then a few dragging steps and Alex saw why: a Goebbels clubfoot had kept him out of war.

The softly flowing, white, and parched clouds passed by. I, colored gray, merely kept staring at them as they slowly vanished out of my sight. Onto the sand castle that I'm building from the stars I've been collecting, my faint prayer spills and drips down, as the ocean waves lying in waiting sweep and trip you up. a world of darkness. a world of silence. Although my disappearing prayer is being stirred up by the wind, I will not let that fire go out. No matter how many times I rebuild the sand castle with my frosting hands tangled up in busyness, the ocean waves lying in waiting just keep sweeping it away... ...towards you.

tryst.

His manner became threatening as he stretched out his fat neck and pushed his bullhead at me. Smelling his hot breath and feeling his spit on my face, I heard him yell, “Who did you talk to?” “Why do you want to know?” I bravely asked, expecting the worst. “Answer me!” he repeated. “Give me the name of the person you sheltered!” I faltered, knowing that bad things were about to follow. Here I was just helping a German soldier and this Nazi bureaucrat took it upon himself to punish me. His three huge gold rings cut my face deeply as he repeatedly slapped my face, shouting obscenities. Shaken, I stood there trembling, trying to wipe my bleeding nose and expecting additional blows. Very timidly one of the other women asked just what it was he wanted to know. I stood with my head bowed, as he continued with his demands. I knew that he wanted me to reveal the corporal’s identity. He also wanted the names of the other soldiers who were with him in the village. I told him that they were just German soldiers that needed help! Not even knowing the circumstances, he accused them of being cowards or scared rabbits, Etappenhasen, as he called them. This was a derogatory name given to soldiers suffering from “shellshock” or Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Frightened of what could happen to them, these soldiers in Bischoffsheim stayed close to the mess hall, or goulash kanone as it was called. The local authorities had authorized our helping them and I just couldn’t betray these men! Who was this bully to get involved? I think he was just one of those “Little Hitlers” trying to make a name for himself!

reality itself become something random, inexplicable.

Man führe einen Soldaten in der Schlacht einer Kanone gerade gegenüber und stelle ihn dorthin und schieße auf ihn; er wird noch immer hoffen; aber man lese diesem selben Soldaten das Urteil vor, das ihn mit Sicherheitdem Tode weiht, und er wird den Verstand verlieren oder zu weinen anfangen.

You know what Confucius said?” Aaron looked over, surprised. “ ‘Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.’ 

in wool skirts and thin shapeless cardigans. “You know who’s also here?

Joseph Kanon

he realized that this visit, all his visits, were really trips to a cemetery, paying respects at the grave, the way they had visited his father’s, flowers in hand, his mother solemn, Leon bored and uncomfortable, not knowing, as he did now, that she wasn’t visiting his father but some younger part of herself, what she used to be.

Maybe,” Sasha

Durak,” he said, spitting it. When

Dziś nowy kanon kobiecego piękna wyznaczają cztery litery. Bardzo krągłe cztery litery. A symbolem nowej mody stała się w 2014 r. Kim Kardashian.

We are a town at the edge of nowhere, we are best known for a fortress whose builders were so hated that KANON left them to die, and in our lifetime, few men or women would claim that they belonged here. We don’t even have our own flag. I’ve heard it called a necessity, or a convenience, or, what was it, a dead man’s hand still clutching his neighbor’s throat. But I disagree. There’s good people here. Many good people. One may think himself Ryddau. Another of noble Throyce Estate. Or a subject of KANON momentarily outside the empire. Another an itinerant laborer that just happened to get stuck here with work. But we lived. We lived and we mostly got along and despite everything tearing at the edges, it was no less worthy a life than in Throyce or Prost or Nessos. I am just trying to tell you...Argon is worth saving.

One thing you learn in police work is how to wait. Now you, you hate to wait. You'd make coffee nervous.

Shabby suits and no stockings, but they had survived, waited in hiding or miraculously escaped, for this new chance, the idea the Nazis hadn’t managed to kill.

The light now a line of vanishing dolt, like tracer bullets.

They stay for each other .The Americans don't leave because the Russians-"He stopped. "But of course they'll have to. It's not reasonable,"he said, a French use of word. "Why would the Russians stay? If Germany were neutral. Not a threat anymore.

How does anyone sleep?" "You don't hear them after a while," Martin said." You get used to it." Maybe Martin had, new to Berlin. But what about the others, who remembered huddling in shelters every night , waiting to die, listening to the engine sounds how near?-the whining thrust as the nose was pulled up, free of the weight of it bombs, now floating somewhere overhead.

The word “canon” is derived from a Hebrew word signifying “reed” (qaneh) and by extension “measuring stick.” It enters into the Greek language as “canon” (kanon) with a wider semantic range signifying exemplary standards in relation to literary works, grammatical rules, and even certain human beings. The word was coined in the early church to indicate an absolutely authoritative, complete list of God-inspired books, which was the standard of truth (Athanasius, 39th Festal Letter). Although such a list was considered closed, it is clear that the creation of the canon did not happen in an instant. It had a long and complex history before such closure occurred. The historian Josephus (AD 95) describes a closed list of inspired books that had been authoritative for all Jews for centuries (Against Apion 8).