“
Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
“
It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3))
“
Attractive, blonde, skinny, a little slutty, and… well, I kind of talked to her about you. She’s already keen. You should be able to slide straight into second base.’ Mags laughed again. Nathan didn’t. It had been a while. And then some. He glanced over to the wardrobe. Maybe the dark blue shirt.
”
”
Barry Kirwan (When the children come (Children of the Eye, #1))
“
Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, daß er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein.
”
”
Friedrich Nietzsche (Beyond Good and Evil)
“
Mga 3days-3weeks tapos unahan na yan mag-offline kunyari naputol connection ng internet pero naputol na yung mental and emotional connection.
”
”
Ramon Bautista (Bakit Hindi Ka Crush ng Crush Mo?)
“
Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. Kung 'di mo pagtitiyagaan limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. Sobrang lugi.
”
”
Bob Ong
“
Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. Kung di mo pagtitiyagaan, anak, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. Sobrang lugi. Kung alam lang iyon ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko e walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela.
”
”
Bob Ong (Macarthur)
“
Hindi ako naniniwalang kailangan ng tao mangarap dahil gusto n’ya ng pera, o gusto n’yang sumikat, o gusto n’ya ng impluwensya. Side effects na lang ang mga ‘to, sa tingin ko. Nangangarap ang tao dahil binigyan s’ya ng Diyos ng kakayanang mangarap at tumupad nito. Tungkulin n’yang pagbutihin ang pagkatao n’ya at mag-ambag ng tulong sa mundo. At wala na s’yang iba pang magagawang mas malaking kasalanan sa sarili bukod sa talikuran ang tungkuling yon…
”
”
Bob Ong (Stainless Longganisa)
“
We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
“
Ok lang ako.. Hinde madaling kalimutan ka.. wag kang mag alala.. sususbukan ko.. gagawin ko lahat ng makakaya ko para lang makalimutan kita..
”
”
Bianca B. Bernardino (She's Dating the Gangster)
“
Not that kind of cheating," Mags said. "More like...skipping ahead. If you like someone, you should have to make an effort. You should have to get to know the person--you should have to work for that first kiss.
”
”
Rainbow Rowell (My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories)
“
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
“
Mag-date tayo. Hinde ko mapropromise na hinde kita masasaktan pero susubukan kong hinde. Kilala mo naman ako eh.. Hinde ako sweet na tao. Kaya nga binansagan mo akong GANGSTER eh, dahil sa ugali ko. Let’s date again.. Wala ng deal.. Date lang naman eh.
”
”
Bianca B. Bernardino (She's Dating the Gangster)
“
Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.
”
”
Kristen Hope Mazzola (Crashing Back Down (Crashing, #1))
“
Ik denk: ik wil begrijpen wat de liefde is, onthouden dat dat alles is, of toch bijna. Ik wil redden wat er te redden valt, mijzelf bijvoorbeeld, ik wil weten wat ik waard ben, kiezen voor wat klopt en goed is, geloven dat dat mag. Ik denk: dat is het, ik wil durven, eindelijk. Ja.
”
”
Griet Op de Beeck (Kom hier dat ik u kus)
“
You're still alive, Mags. You might not feel like it. But you have to keep going. -Tanna
”
”
Kristina McBride (One Moment)
“
That temper will get you burnt at the damn stake, Mama Mags used to tell her. A wise woman keeps her burning on the inside.
”
”
Alix E. Harrow (The Once and Future Witches)
“
Vadim swallowed, felt his throat too tight to move, then, still staring at the bottle, smelling the desert and Dan, and himself, his hand reached to his side, opened the holster of the pistol. Took out the mag, took the bullet from the chamber, clicked the mag in place again, rolled the bullet between his fingers.
He looked at Dan, sideways, saw the man stare at him, all eyes, dark eyes, and the way the pale desert moon made his face a place of shadows.
He reached for Dan’s hand, opened the fingers and placed the bullet into the palm.
“This is the bullet you’ll use to kill me if I walk away again.” Because if I walk away again, I’ll be in so much pain I’m better off dead anyway.
”
”
Aleksandr Voinov (Special Forces - Mercenaries Part I (Special Forces, #2 part 1))
“
I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo kasing lalim ng pinakamalalim na dagat sa buong mundo. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo kasing laki ng pinag sama samang planeta. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo mas matagal pa sa forever. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo hinde na mapapalitan ng kahit sino. I love you. Kahit ilang beses pa kitang kelangan pakasalan gagawin ko. Kahit na sa lahat ng simbahan sa buong mundo, gagawin ko. I love you. Kahit na ipagtabuyan mo ko, kahit na mag sawa ka sakin, kahit na iwanan mo ko, ikaw at ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. Hahanapin kita kahit san ka magpunta. At pag nahanap kita, hinde na kita ulit papakawalan pa. I love you. Kahit gaano kasakit, kahit gaano kahirap hinde kita iiwan. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo, hinde na mawawala. I love you, Athena. I love you, I love you, I love you.. UhnJaeNa, YongWonHee.
”
”
Bianca B. Bernardino (She's Dating the Gangster)
“
When I said I loved you, I didn't mean for a week, or maybe a year, I meant always, in the good times and the bad, through thick and thin. I'm playing for keeps here, Mags.
”
”
Sherry Gammon
“
...kapag binisita ka ng idea, gana o inspirasyon, kailangan mong itigil LAHAT ng ginagawa mo para lang di masayang ang pagkakataon. Walang “sandali lang” o “teka muna”. Dahil pag lumagpas ang maikling panahong yon, kahit mag-umpog ka ng ulo sa pader mahihirapan ka nang maghabol.
”
”
Bob Ong (Stainless Longganisa)
“
I love you.. Kahit na san ako mag punta, ikaw lang mamahalin ko. I love you.. Kahit na ilang beses mo akong saktan, ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. I love you.. Kahit na pagod na pagod na ko, ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. I love you.. Kahit sa kabilang buhay.. ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. I love you.. kahit na sobra sobra na yung pagmamahal ko sayo, patuloy parin yung pagmamahal ko sayo. I love you.. Kahit na sandali lang yung pagsasama natin, masaya ako dahil nakasama parin kita kahit papaano.. I love you, Kenji.. I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. UhnJaeNa,YoungWonHee..
”
”
Bianca B. Bernardino (She's Dating the Gangster)
“
I’ll wait for you.. I can do that, right? hihintayin kita hanggang sa magsawa ako kakaintay sayo.. hanggang sa mapagod ako.. hanggang sa mawalan na ako ng lakas kakaintay sayo..”
“Wag na Athena.. please. Wag mo na akong intayin..”
“Pero gusto ko.. Hayaan mo na lang akong mag hintay kahit na alam kong wala na akong iniintay pa.
Tama na, please.. Wag mo na akong intayin.. yun na lang hinihiling ko..” he sighed while I cried. “Wag ka namang umiyak oh.. please..
“Bakit hinde ako iiyak? Eh mawawala ka na sakin..” “Hinde naman ako mawawala eh..
“Magkatabi naman tayo sa classroom diba? Magkakasama rin naman tayo.. Magkaibigan pa rin tayo..” naiyak ako lalo sa huling sinabi niya.. “I love you.. I’m sorry Athena.. Bye..
”
”
Bianca B. Bernardino (She's Dating the Gangster)
“
Mags laughed. 'You're a kaleidoscope. You change every time I look away.
”
”
Rainbow Rowell (Almost Midnight)
“
It’s one thing to protect yourself,” Dad yelled at me during our very next lunch. “That I get. Have I ever told you not to defend yourself? No. But did you have to permanently maim him? I spent all that money on that on that fancy school for girls-not to mention all that money for the shrinks-and what did that get me?”
I shrugged. “A seven-figure civil suit?
”
”
Meg Cabot (Abandon (Abandon, #1))
“
Finch picked up one of the ancient fax-mags and brought it over to me.
"I don't need anything to read," I said. "I'll just sit here and eavesdrop along with you."
"I thought you might sit on the mag," he said. "It's extremely difficult to get soot out of chintz.
”
”
Connie Willis (To Say Nothing of the Dog (Oxford Time Travel, #2))
“
I wasn't trying to make you jealous. But if jealousy does this to you, I might need to consider it.” He gripped my sides firmly, letting his lips gently dance over mine, “Mags, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about.
”
”
Kristen Hope Mazzola (Crashing Back Down (Crashing, #1))
“
Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it's over.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3))
“
Mags, I’m in this forever. You are my future, my always … If there is one thing in this messed up universe you can count on, it’s my love for you. It’s constant. It’s endless. And it’s never going anywhere.
”
”
A. Meredith Walters (Warmth in Ice (Find You in the Dark, #2.5))
“
The final days of training ends with our private sessions. (...) There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who I can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
“
Johanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. “How’d you lose Mags?”
“In the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldn’t lift her. Finnick said he couldn’t take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison,” I say.
“She was Finnick’s mentor, you know,” Johanna says accusingly. “No, I didn’t,” I say.
“She was half his family,” she says a few moments later, but there’s less venom behind it.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
“
It was Mags' turn to snort. "But most on it is there ain't 'nough space for him an' his ego t' be in th' same room at th' same time.
”
”
Mercedes Lackey (Intrigues (Valdemar: Collegium Chronicles, #2))
“
What are we doing?” Mags asked. “I don’t know.…” he said eventually. “I know things have to change, but … I can’t lose you. I don’t think I get another one like you.
”
”
Stephanie Perkins (My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories)
“
MR. VAN BUREN DIED IN THE ARMS OF HIS LOVER, ANNABELLE WHITAKER, IN TENNESSEE. HIS WIFE, MAGS, CAN NOW REST IN PEACE.
”
”
Lauren K. Denton (The Hideaway)
“
Što sam? Tko sam? Ja sam samo sanjar, čiji pogled gasne u magli i memli, živio sam usput, ko da sanjam, kao mnogi drugi ljudi na toj zemlji.
”
”
Sergei Yesenin
“
What happened?” she breathed, staring at me.
“I got hit in the face with a pie,” I said.
Mags stopped, blinking. “You got...hit in the face with a pie,” she repeated. “I...what? I’m sorry, but I’ve been in charge of this Library for a long time. I’ve seen a lot of really ridiculous things. I lived in Wales. And there is no way being hit with a pie should have turned you human.”
“It was a really evil pie,” I said.
”
”
Seanan McGuire (Chimes at Midnight (October Daye, #7))
“
THAT AWKWARD moment when you lock eyes with two friends hanging in cages in a giant’s kitchen. And one of them recognizes you and begins to shout your name, but you do not want your name shouted.
Blitzen staggered to his feet, gripped the bars of his cage, and yelled, “MAG—”
“—NIFICENT!” I bellowed over him. “What beautiful specimens!
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Ship of the Dead (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #3))
“
Sometimes, Mags, a couple can go through something so terrible that not even love can fix it.
”
”
Riley Sager (Home Before Dark)
“
Is it weird being in Omaha?” Simini asked her. “Now that everybody’s left?” “It’s like walking through the mall after it closes,” Mags said.
”
”
Stephanie Perkins (My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories)
“
Mangarap ka at abutin mo ito. Wag mo sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis...Kung may pagkukulang sayo ang mga magulang mo, pwede kang manisi at magrebelde... tumigil sa pag-aaral, mag drugs ka, magpakulay ng buhok sa kilikili... Sa bandang huli, ikaw din ang biktima... Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili.
”
”
Bob Ong (Bakit Baliktad Magbasa Ng Libro Ang Mga Pilipino? (Mga Kwentong Barbero ni Bob Ong))
“
Pero ang babae (ang tao, for that matter), talian man ang katawan o suutan ng chastity belt, ay may uri ng kalayaang hindi mananakaw ng kahit sino; ang kalayaan niyang mag-isip.
”
”
Lualhati Bautista
“
Mag ik u dat zeggen? Dat ge goed moet leven, en harder moet dromen. Dat ge moet leren kijken naar uzelf, u afvragen waarom ge doet wat ge doet.
”
”
Griet Op de Beeck
“
Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?” asked a gray female pup.
“Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he’s scared of the raghnaid?
”
”
Kathryn Lasky (Shadow Wolf (Wolves of the Beyond, #2))
“
She looked up over Pony's shoulder and saw Noel, and Noel saw her - and he strode straight through the basement, over the love seat and up onto the coffee table and over the couch and through Pony and Simini, and wrapped his arms around Mags, swinging her in a circle. (Midnights)
”
”
Rainbow Rowell (My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories)
“
Mag-inuman tayo tulad sa patalastas sa TV: konting kahig, kontig lagok.
”
”
Bob Ong (Lumayo Ka Nga Sa Akin)
“
Op visite in zo'n ongestoffeerd huis kun je moeilijk aan de gastheer vragen of u even op zijn iPad mag kijken wat hij de laatste tijd zoal gelezen heeft.
”
”
Kees van Kooten (De verrekijker)
“
Witching isn't all gone, of course. My grandmother, Mama Mags, says they can't ever kill magic because it beats like a great red heartbeat on the other side of everything, that if you close your eyes you can feel it thrumming beneath the soles of your feet, thumpthumpthump. It's just a lot better-behaved than it used to be.
”
”
Alix E. Harrow (The Once and Future Witches)
“
Kaloka! Ito ba ang Pilipinas na gustong iligtas nina Lola Sepa at Emil? Iligtas mula saan? Kung sarili nga ayaw nitong iligtas! Ang gusto lang ng mga ito'y kumain, tumae, mag-Glutathione, saka pumunta sa weekend markets, mag-malling para makalibre ng air-con, mag-text ng corny jokes, sumingit sa pila ng bigas, saka umasa ng suwerte sa lotto o sa TV! Kapag may bagyo o lindol o anumang problema'y laban pero susuko din agad at makakalimot, o kaya ay magma-migrate! Ilang taon na ba ang bansang ito pero bakit hanggang ngayo'y wala pa ring pinagkatandaan?
”
”
Ricky Lee (Si Amapola sa 65 na Kabanata)
“
Sino nga ba ang learning disabled, ‘yung mga hirap mag-aral o ‘yun mga walang natutunan? Ano ang pinagkaiba ng out-of-school youth na shoplifter at Harvard-graduate na corrupt government official bukod sa mas mayaman ‘yung pangalawa?
”
”
Bob Ong (ABNKKBSNPLAKo?! (Mga Kwentong Chalk ni Bob Ong))
“
Ang mga sagot ngayo'y baon-baon mo na sa kung saan ka man papunta. Sa paglisan mo ngayon, hindi ka na talaga babalik. Babalik ka man sa aking isip, nakaapak pa rin ako sa lupa kung saan bawat buhos ng ulan ay magsisimula akong mangarap muli. Ako na lang, mag-isa.
”
”
Don Vittorio C. Villasin
“
Mavis.’ He paled a bit. ‘Eve, tell me you’re not going shopping with Mavis.’
His reaction brightened her mood a little. ‘She has this friend. He’s a designer.’
‘Dear Christ.’
‘She says he’s mag. Just needs a break to make a name for himself. He has a little workshop in Soho.’
‘Let’s elope. Now. You look fine.’
Her grin flashed. ‘Scared?’
‘Terrified.’
‘Good. Now we’re even.’ Delighted to be on level footing, she leaned in and kissed him. ‘Now you can worry about what I’ll be wearing on the big day for the next few weeks. Gotta go.’ She patted his cheek. ‘I’m meeting her in twenty minutes.’
‘Eve.’ Roarke grabbed for her hand. ‘You wouldn’t do something ridiculous?’
She tugged her way free. ‘I’m getting married, aren’t I? What could be more ridiculous?
”
”
J.D. Robb (Immortal in Death (In Death, #3))
“
And that would make you – (Geary)
A Cro-Mag, so yeah, when you call me a barbaric caveman, I am. Literally. Hell, I even knew a couple Neanderthals who once kicked my ass all over what is now Toledo, Spain. But here’s the fun part. Your boyfriend over there is even older than I am and he’s considered a baby by his family. (ZT)
”
”
Sherrilyn Kenyon (The Dream-Hunter (Dark-Hunter, #10; Dream-Hunter, #1))
“
Lee threw down the tripod, and Trip dropped the FN MAG machine gun onto it...Lee hunkered down behind the big weapon. Holly handed me an RPG. The heavy tube was reassuring in my hands. Everyone dug down into the ditch, prepared to fight. Nervous but competent. Scared but professional. We were ready to put some smack down. Not bad for an accountant, a librarian, a schoolteacher, and a stripper.
”
”
Larry Correia (Monster Hunter International (Monster Hunter International, #1))
“
Tiny, searing stabs. Wherever the droplets of mist touch my skin.
"Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!"
Finnick snaps awake instantly, rising to counter an enemy. But when he sees the wall of fog, he tosses a still-sleeping Mags onto his back and takes off. Peeta is on his feet but not as alert. I grab his arm and begin to propel him through the jungle after Finnick.
”
”
Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
“
Wat is er erger dan een man die zegt: "Wij zijn zwanger", waarop hij zichzelf nog een glas wijn inschenkt terwijl zijn vrouw het zoveelste glas biologische appelsap achteroverslaat. Voor de duidelijkheid: de vrouw is zwanger en zal in pijn moeten baren, de man mag iets doen met natte washandjes en een videocamera.
”
”
Paulien Cornelisse (Taal is zeg maar echt mijn ding)
“
Hindi para sa tamad ang pagsusulat dahil pag binisita ka ng idea, gana o inspirasyon, kailangan mong itigil LAHAT ng ginagawa mo para lang di masayang ang pagkakataon. Walang “sandali lang” o “teka muna”. Dahil pag lumagpas ang maikling panahong yon, kahit mag-umpog ka ng ulo sa pader mahihirapan ka nang maghabol.
”
”
Bob Ong
“
Man mag noch so viel über die beliebte Dreiecksthematik des Theaters schimpfen; zwei Personen alleine auf der Bühne, was sollen sie tun, als sich totdiskutieren oder insgeheim nach dem Dritten sehnen.
”
”
Günter Grass (The Tin Drum)
“
Wagner:
Ich hab es öfters rühmen hören,
Ein Komödiant könnt einen Pfarrer lehren.
Faust:
Ja, wenn der Pfarrer ein Komödiant ist;
Wie das denn wohl zuzeiten kommen mag.
”
”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Faust, First Part)
“
True Confidence Is Quiet; Insecurity Is Loud
”
”
Steve Magness (Do Hard Things: Why We Get Resilience Wrong and the Surprising Science of Real Toughness)
“
And if some savage told us of a mag-ical worm that built a little windowless house, slept there a season, thenone day emerged and flew away as a jeweled bird, we'd laugh at suchsuperstition if we'd never seen a butterfly.
”
”
Robert O. Becker (The Body Electric: Electromagnetism and the Foundation of Life)
“
...pwede nga ring yung TV ang may sumpa. dahil ang TV, para ring drugs, pero ligal. isipin mo, bakit isa ito sa mga unang-unang ipinupundar ng mga Pilipino kahit gaano sila kahirap? kasi malaking tulong ang telebisyon para lumimot. para tumakas sa realidad. kahit mag-isa ka lang sa bahay, nababawasan ang lungkot kung may TV. nakakatanggal-buryong kung wala kang trabaho. mas entertaining kesa sa diyaryo, at mas accessible kesa sa sine. pwede rin itong tagapag-alaga ng mga anak mo. pwedeng ulam kung sakto lang ang budget pambili ng ng bigas. at pwedeng bintana kung parang bartolina lang ang tirahang tinutulugan ng mag-anak mo, dahil may magaganda itong lugar at magagandang tao. kumpleto sa sayawan, kantahan, tawanan, pantasya, at boksing. burado ang mga suliranin mo. pag sinuswerte ka, pwede ka pang manalo.
”
”
Bob Ong (Lumayo Ka Nga Sa Akin)
“
Alleen zijn bestaat in zoveel soorten, dacht hij. De ondraaglijkste is eenzaamheid die voortkomt uit groot gemis. Of misschien de eenzaamheid die niet eens zo mag heten omdat ze te zwaar voelt om te dragen.
”
”
Griet Op de Beeck (Het beste wat we hebben)
“
How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.
”
”
Tara Janzen (Crazy Cool (Steele Street, #2))
“
Growth comes at the point of resistance. Skills come from struggle.
”
”
Steve Magness (Peak Performance: Elevate Your Game, Avoid Burnout, and Thrive With the New Science of Success)
“
De ene mens mag de andere nooit tot middelpunt van zijn leven maken.
”
”
Etty Hillesum (Etty: de nagelaten geschriften van Etty Hillesum 1941-1943)
“
When I make a pretty good hook (...) she gives me a toothless smile and an unintelligeble comment I think might be praise.
”
”
Suzanne Collins
“
Wer nicht von dreitausend Jahren
sich weiß Rechenschaft zu geben,
bleib im Dunkeln unerfahren,
mag von Tag zu Tage leben.
”
”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“
I think love is the wild card of existence. Don’t rule it out. Old as we are, it may still get thrown on the table.
”
”
Rita Mae Brown (Murder Unleashed (Mags Rogers, #2))
“
U mraku, u magli, u kricima i zvižducima, u očajanju kojem nisam nalazio razlog, u toj dugoj noći nesna, u crnom strahu koji nije od neprijatelja, već od nečega od mene, rodio sam se ovakav kakav sam, nesiguran u sve svoje i u sve ljudsko.
”
”
Meša Selimović (The Fortress)
“
Der Mensch mag sein moko (Tätowierung) in die Erde tätowieren, aber sobald seine Wachsamkeit nachlässt, nimmt die Natur sich zurück, was er sich angeeignet hatte, um seine Eitelkeit zu befriedigen.
”
”
Witi Ihimaera (The Whale Rider)
“
The beauty of the concept is that it takes the wind out of so many would-be ethical sails: the company that owns the porn-mag owns the company that makes the washing powder. The company that owns the munitions plants owns the company that makes the budgerigar food. The company that owns the nuclear waste owns the company that picks up your trash. These days, thanks to me, unless you pack up and go and live in a cave, you're putting money into evil and shit. And let's be realistic, if the cost of ethics is life in a cave . . .
”
”
Glen Duncan (I, Lucifer)
“
Als dat klopt, als je je echt tussen haakjes voelt, laat mij dan tenminste ook binnen. De rest van de wereld mag buiten blijven, laat de wereld maar de factor buiten de haakjes zijn waarmee wij binnen vermenigvuldigd worden.
”
”
David Grossman (Be My Knife)
“
You’re showing young girls that you don’t have to be thin to be beautiful, many a freshly body positive women’s mag editor has started off an interview with me, causing my pelvic floor to seize up in a fit of fury. No, I correct them, I’m showing young girls that you don’t have to be beautiful to matter. The thinking that women of all shapes and sizes can be beautiful is still hugely problematic, because it is predicated on the idea that the most important thing a woman has to offer the world is her appearance.
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Jessica Knoll (The Favorite Sister)
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Mag-sorry kung ikaw ang may kasalanan. Kung hindi naman, ikaw ang unang mag-reach out. I-tae sa kubeta ang lecheng pride. Kung simpleng away lang naman, kabobohan ang patagalin o palalain pa ito.
Tandaan, walang perpektong relasyon. Pero ang "pagbabati" mula sa isang away, ang isa sa pinakamatamis na bahagi nito.
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Jayson G. Benedicto
“
Ik constateer dat iedere minuut van je leven zit de staat om het hoekje, je stapt nog maar in je auto, je moet je veiligheidsgordel aan doen, decreet van de staat, je mag maar 120 per uur rijden, decreet van de staat, maar je mag wel 33% BTW betalen, aan de benzinepomp mag je wel 80% aan de staat afdragen, op ieder sigaret heb je weer staat, ik rook 7 pakjes per dag dus ik onderhoud de staat.
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Jean Pierre Van Rossem
“
Obligasyon ko bang pasanin ang mga problema ng math? Bakit? Bababa ba ng bill ko sa internet pag nag-factor ako ng quadratic trinomial? Malulutas ba ng Laws of Exponents ang problema natin sa basura? Mababawasan ba ng Associative Law for Multiplication ang mga krimen sa bansa? Makakabuti ba sa mag-asawa kung malalaman nila ang sum and difference of two cubes? Maganda ba sa sirkulasyon ng dugo ang parallelogram, polynomial at cotangent? Makatwiran bang pakisamahan ang mga irrational numbers? Anak ng scientific calculator!
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Bob Ong (ABNKKBSNPLAKo?! (Mga Kwentong Chalk ni Bob Ong))
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Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they’d become friends.
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J.D. Robb (Visions in Death (In Death, #19))
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We tell our children to believe in themselves, without explaining how to develop that belief. We’ve fallen for the Instagram version of confidence, emphasizing the projection of belief, instead of working on the substance underneath. We need a new approach to building confidence, one focused on the inside.
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Steve Magness (Do Hard Things: Why We Get Resilience Wrong and the Surprising Science of Real Toughness)
“
If an inmate swears at a guard, fights, or hides contraband like cigarettes or candy [Sheriff Arpaio has banned coffee, cigarettes, hot lunches, girlie mags & TV], she's kicked out of the tents and sent to lockdown--a tiny cell 10x12 feet that houses 4 women, instead of the 2 it was built for. There's no tv, no phone, & no a/c. Even though most of these women have drug problems, programs like NA or AA are considered 'privileges' forbidden to those locked down. The only way to get out of lockdown is to volunteer for the chain gang--the first & only female chain gang in the United States (as of Aug 1997). Volunteers sign a paper that says they know & accept the conditions on the chain--cleaning Phoenix streets, painting the center strip of miles of highway, & burying AZ's indigent. The accusation of 'cruel & unusual punishment' is quashed by the argument that the chain gang is purely voluntary. After all, if you prefer, you can spend the whole year in lockdown.
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Jane Evelyn Atwood (Too Much Time: Women in Prison)
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He’d read accounts of extravehicular euphoria, but the experience was unlike anything he’d imagined. He was the eye of God, drinking in the light of infinite stars, and he was a speck of dust on a speck of dust, clipped by his mag boots to the body of a ship unthinkably more powerful than himself, and unimportant before the face of the abyss.
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James S.A. Corey (Caliban's War (Expanse, #2))
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real toughness is experiencing discomfort or distress, leaning in, paying attention, and creating space to take thoughtful action. It’s maintaining a clear head to be able to make the appropriate decision. Toughness is navigating discomfort to make the best decision you can. And research shows that this model of toughness is more effective at getting results than the old one.
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Steve Magness (Do Hard Things: Why We Get Resilience Wrong and the Surprising Science of Real Toughness)
“
Een bibliotheek is een eenvoudiger soort maatschappij, een idealer soort maatschappij ook. Het mag er allemaal naast en door elkaar bestaan. Alles is er even marginaal. Het zijn allemaal boeken, dat is het enige wat ze gemeen hebben, en ze staan allemaal rechtop, rug aan rug, dat is de solidariteit van een bibliotheek. En toch zijn ze allemaal onderling verschillend, want twee keer hetzelfde boek koop je niet.
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Herman de Coninck (Over de troost van pessimisme: Essays (Dutch Edition))
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792. Thief.-- N. thief, robber, homo trium literarum, pilferer, rifler, filcher, plagiarist.
spoiler, depredator, pillager, marauder; harpy, shark, land-shark, falcon, moss-trooper, bushranger, Bedouin, brigand, freebooter, bandit, thug, dacoit, pirate, corsair, viking, Paul Jones; buccan-eer, -ier; piqu-, pick-eerer; rover, ranger, privateer, filibuster; rapparee, wrecker, picaroon; smuggler, poacher, plunderer, racketeer.
highwayman, Dick Turpin, Claude Duval, Macheath, knight of the road, foodpad, sturdy beggar; abductor, kidnapper.
cut-, pick-purse; pick-pocket, light-fingered gentry; sharper; card-, skittle-sharper; crook; thimble-rigger; rook, Greek, blackleg, leg, welsher, defaulter; Autolycus, Cacus, Barabbas, Jeremy Diddler, Robert Macaire, artful dodger, trickster; swell mob, chevalier d'industrie; shop-lifter.
swindler, peculator; forger, coiner, counterfeiter, shoful; fence, receiver of stolen goods, duffer; smasher.
burglar, housebreaker; cracks-, mags-man; Bill Sikes, Jack Sheppard, Jonathan Wild, Raffles, cat burglar.
[Roget's Thesaurus, 1941 Revision]
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Peter Mark Roget (Roget's Thesaurus for Home School and Office)
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pwede nga ring yung TV ang may sumpa. dahil ang TV, para ring drugs, pero ligal. isipin mo, bakit isa ito sa mga unang-unang ipinupundar ng mga Pilipino kahit gaano sila kahirap? kasi malaking tulong ang telebisyon para lumimot. para tumakas sa realidad. kahit mag-isa ka lang sa bahay, nababawasan ang lungkot kung may TV. nakakatanggal-buryong kung wala kang trabaho. mas entertaining kesa sa diyaryo, at mas accessible kesa sa sine. pwede rin itong tagapag-alaga ng mga anak mo. pwedeng ulam kung sakto lang ang budget pambili ng ng bigas. at pwedeng bintana kung parang bartolina lang ang tirahang tinutulugan ng mag-anak mo, dahil may magaganda itong lugar at magagandang tao. kumpleto sa sayawan, kantahan, tawanan, pantasya, at boksing. burado ang mga suliranin mo. pag sinuswerte ka, pwede ka pang manalo.
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Bob Ong
“
Ich bin anstrengend.
Das klingt erstmal ziemlich lässig.
Es klingt liebenswert ein wenig kokett, selbstironisch, im Grunde genommen genau so, wie man sein Mädchen gern mag. Cool, nicht zu lieblich, nicht zu damenhaft, vielleicht möchte man mit mir sogar Pferde stehlen.
Aber ich bin ein Stadtmädchen, ich will auf keinen Fall Pferde stehlen. Auch kleinere Tiere nicht. Generell kann man mit mir nichts stehlen.
Ich bin anstrengend.
Ich werde schnell wütend, traurig, überdreht und laut.
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Sarah Kuttner (Mängelexemplar)
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Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen,
Mit der ich sonst viele Zeit verdorben,
Sie hat so lange [von mir nichts]1 vernommen,
Sie mag wohl glauben, ich sei gestorben.
Es ist mir auch gar nichts daran gelegen,
Ob sie mich für gestorben hält,
Ich kann auch gar nichts sagen dagegen,
Denn wirklich bin ich gestorben der Welt.
Ich bin gestorben dem [Weltgewimmel]2,
Und ruh' in einem stillen Gebiet.
Ich leb' allein [in mir und meinem]3 Himmel,
In meinem Lieben, in meinem Lied.
I am lost to the world
with which I used to waste so much time,
It has heard nothing from me for so long
that it may very well believe that I am dead!
It is of no consequence to me
Whether it thinks me dead;
I cannot deny it,
for I really am dead to the world.
I am dead to the world's tumult,
And I rest in a quiet realm!
I live alone in my heaven,
In my love and in my song.
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Gustav Mahler
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Luca: Du musst eins wissen, Sage. Ich mag die meistne Menschen nicht.
Sage: So was Ähnliches hast du schon einmal gesagt.
Luca: Aber die Menschen, die ich mag, bedeuten mir alles. bis vor Kurzem gab es auf der ganzen Welt nur vier Leute, die mir wichtig waren. Mein Dad, meine Stiefmutter, April und Gavin. ich habe nicht geplant, dass noch jemand anderes dazukommt. Aber jetzt steht auc hdien Name auf dieser Liste, und das macht es unmöglich für mich, mir keine Sorgen zu machen. Du hast mich einmal gefragt, ob ich wegen Cameron etwas Dummes unternehmen würde, wenn er April zu nahe kommt. Ich habe Nein gesagt, weil Cam ein anständiger Kerl ist. Aber ich habe kein Problem damit, Alan etwas anzutun, wenn der dich zum Weinen bringt. Ein Wort von dir genügt.
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Laura Kneidl (Berühre mich. Nicht. (Berühre mich. Nicht., #1))
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The little room was a forest of equipment now. A couple of months had passed since Eagle had been cloned. Rasala had named the two new prototypes Tartis and Gallifrey, after the home planet and time machine of Dr. Who, the protagonist of a science fiction show on public TV. The two new machines were the first to run with the normal, full-speed 220-nanosecond clock. Like Dr. Who, Rasala explained, the purpose of these new prototypes was “to conquer time.” Mag tapes were spinning. There were disk drives everywhere.
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Tracy Kidder (The Soul of A New Machine)
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I wanted to say something to you, before everything changes again. Because I know this is going to change everything. A good change. An abso mag change, but still. Dallas, you're the best person I know."
"Are you sure you haven't had the drugs already?"
Mavis gave a watery laugh. "I mean it. Leonardo, he's the sweetest, but you're the best. You do what's right, you do what matters, whatever it takes. Your the first of my family, and you really started me on the road. I wouldn't be here, wouldn't be doing this except for you."
"I think Leonardo had more to do with it"
Mavis grinned, rubbed her belly. "Yeah, he had the fun part. I love you. We love you." She too Eve's hand, laid it on her belly. "I wanted to tell you"
"Mavis, if I didn't love you, I'd be a thousand miles from this room.
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J.D. Robb (Born in Death (In Death, #23))
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Wees niet verdrietig, liefste, maar huil voor mij,
Ik zal je tranen in me laten oplossen, ze zullen me herinneren
Aan die andere, de tranen die je, heet en blij
Op me stortte, toen je stralend mij doorzinderde,
Toen je heersend als een man mij nam
En even later als een kind in mijn omhelzing
Stierf, je kleine dood, lief lekker ding
Van me, zoals je keer op keer in me kwam.
Kijk hoe ik voor je dans, hoe ik met elke lendenslag
Een letter vorm, kijk goed, en lees die letters van
Me af, leer me uit je hoofd, zodat ik elke dag jou mag
Bezoeken, juichend, neergehurkt voor je gezicht,
Opgloeiend van verlangen, hartslag van je, man
Van je, in je mond getatoeëerd gedicht.
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Peter Verhelst (Nieuwe sterrenbeelden)
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Research consistently shows that tougher individuals are able to perceive stressful situations as challenges instead of threats. A challenge is something that’s difficult, but manageable. On the other hand, a threat is something we’re just trying to survive, to get through. This difference in appraisals isn’t because of an unshakable confidence or because tougher individuals downplay the difficulty. Rather, those who can see situations as a challenge developed the ability to quickly and accurately assess the situation and their ability to cope with it.
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Steve Magness (Do Hard Things: Why We Get Resilience Wrong and the Surprising Science of Real Toughness)
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And at night the river flows, it bears pale stars on the holy water, some sink like veils, some show like fish, the great moon that once was rose now high like a blazing milk flails its white reflection vertical and deep in the dark surgey mass wall river's grinding bed push. As in a sad dream, under the streetlamp, by pocky unpaved holes in dirt, the father James Cassidy comes home with lunchpail and lantern, limping, redfaced, and turns in for supper and sleep.
Now a door slams. The kids have rushed out for the last play, the mothers are planning and slamming in kitchens, you can hear it out in swish leaf orchards, on popcorn swings, in the million-foliaged sweet wafted night of sighs, songs, shushes. A thousand things up and down the street, deep, lovely, dangerous, aureating, breathing, throbbing like stars; a whistle, a faint yell; the flow of Lowell over rooftops beyond; the bark on the river, the wild goose of the night yakking, ducking in the sand and sparkle; the ululating lap and purl and lovely mystery on the shore, dark, always dark the river's cunning unseen lips, murmuring kisses, eating night, stealing sand, sneaky.
'Mag-gie!' the kids are calling under the railroad bridge where they've been swimming. The freight train still rumbles over a hundred cars long, the engine threw the flare on little white bathers, little Picasso horses of the night as dense and tragic in the gloom comes my soul looking for what was there that disappeared and left, lost, down a path--the gloom of love. Maggie, the girl I loved.
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Jack Kerouac (Maggie Cassidy)
“
Wie jede Blüte welkt und jede Jugend
Dem Alter weicht, blüht jede Lebensstufe,
Blüht jede Weisheit auch und jede Tugend
Zu ihrer Zeit und darf nicht ewig dauern.
Es muß das Herz bei jedem Lebensrufe
Bereit zum Abschied sein und Neubeginne,
Um sich in Tapferkeit und ohne Trauern
In andre, neue Bindungen zu geben.
[...]
Wir sollen heiter Raum um Raum durchschreiten,
An keinem wie an einer Heimat hängen,
Der Weltgeist will nicht fesseln uns und engen,
Er will uns Stuf' um Stufe heben, weiten.
Kaum sind wir heimisch einem Lebenskreise
Und traulich eingewohnt, so droht Erschlaffen;
Nur wer bereit zu Aufbruch ist und Reise,
Mag lähmender Gewöhnung sich entraffen.
[...]
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Hermann Hesse
“
Zašto bi to bilo tako smešno, da ja mislim na ugašene vulkane, a da sam i Vezuv zavoleo, kao vulkan. Išao sam čak do ostrva Jan Majen, koje sad ljudi ne znaju, ni da izgovaraju, jer nosi ime holandskog mornara, koji je bio prost čovek, ali je to ostrvo, do smrti, tražio, ponova, u magli. Zbog tog dalekog ostrva u arktičkom moru, volim i Vezuv.
Zato sam došao u Herkulanum. Čini mi se da sam u Kordobi.
Tišina po ulicama je još veća, nego u Pompeji, a ja sam došao da vidim samo jednu kuću, iskopanu, i samo jednu zidnu sliku u toj kući. Samo to. To je slika Vezuva, stara dve hiljade godina. A sveža, kao da je tih dana slikana. Nije ni velika. Neugledna je, ali vanredno nežnih boja, i , Vezuv je na njoj naslikan, kao neki Fudžijama.
Otkud ta veza ?
Ta nežnost, prema prirodi, ta ljubav prema vulkanu, ta slika rađena sa tolikom ljubavlju – kao da je Vezuv neko dete, ili brdo Mimoro, koje je iz Azije preneto u Italiju. Ta mala slika u Herkulanumu bila je moja najmilija stvar. Nju sam dolazio da vidim.
Tu vezu među kontinentima. Tu vezu među ljudima. Tu vezu Azije sa mnom, za koju niko ne zna i koju ne mogu da protumačim.
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Miloš Crnjanski (Kod Hiperborejaca I)
“
Het spreekwoord luidt: een Vlaming wordt geboren met een baksteen in de maag. Ik voeg daar altijd aan toe: en met een gazon in zijn hoofd. De millimetrering van de geest is schrikbarend. Alles wat boven het niveau van de doorsnee haag dreigt uit te steken, dat moet genivelleerd worden. In Vlaanderen is het een compliment als men van je zegt dat je een makkelijke jongen bent. Of een propere jongen. Dat betekent dan waarschijnlijk dat je niet op het tapijt plast en de wilskracht hebt van een dweil. Je mag vooral de scherpe kantjes van je persoonlijkheid niet laten zien, dan ben je meteen een moeilijke jongen of een arrogante klootzak. Het is allemaal heel parochiaal. Soms wordt het gedoogd. Als schrijvers wel zeggen waar het op staat, wordt direct gezegd: ‘Ah ja, da’s een kunstenaar.’ En daarmee is het meteen geneutraliseerd.
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Erwin Mortier
“
And please, whatever you do, don’t tell us that what we do, either in love or lust, is unnatural. For one thing if what you mean by that is that animals don’t do it, then you are quite simply in factual error.
There are plenty of activities or qualities we could list that are most certainly unnatural if you are so mad as to think that humans are not part of nature, or so dull-witted as to believe that ‘natural’ means ‘all natures but human nature’: mercy, for example, is un¬natural, an altruistic, non-selfish care and love for other species is unnatural; charity is unnatural, justice is unnatural, virtue is unnatural, indeed — and this surely is the point — the idea of virtue is unnatural, within such a foolish, useless meaning of the word ‘natural’. Animals, poor things, eat in order to survive: we, lucky things, do that too, but we also have Abbey Crunch biscuits, Armagnac, selle d’agneau, tortilla chips, sauce béarnaise, Vimto, hot buttered crumpets, Chateau Margaux, ginger-snaps, risotto nero and peanut-butter sandwiches — these things have nothing to do with survival and everything to do with pleasure, connoisseurship and plain old greed. Animals, poor things, copulate in order to reproduce: we, lucky things, do that too, but we also have kinky boots, wank-mags, leather thongs, peep-shows, statuettes by Degas, bedshows, Tom of Finland, escort agencies and the Journals of Anaïs Nin — these things have nothing to do with reproduction and everything to do with pleasure, connoisseurship and plain old lust. We humans have opened up a wide choice of literal and metaphorical haute cuisine and junk food in many areas of our lives, and as a punishment, for daring to eat the fruit of every tree in the garden, we were expelled from the Eden the animals still inhabit and we were sent away with the two great Jewish afflictions to bear as our penance: indigestion and guilt.
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Stephen Fry (Moab Is My Washpot (Memoir, #1))
“
De marxist zou beweren dat de staat een interimrealiteit is die zal verdwijnen als de klasseloze maatschappij is ontstaan, maar tot op dat moment blijft de staat het doel en is de mens alleen maar een middel om dat doel te bereiken. Als de zogenaamde rechten of vrijheden van de mens dat doel in de weg staan, worden ze zonder meer terzijde geschoven. De vrijheid van meningsuiting, het stemrecht, de vrijheid om boeken of kranten naar eigen keuze te lezen, worden beperkt. In het communisme is de mens weinig meer dan een onpersoonlijk gemaakt radertje in de machinerie van de staat. Deze inperking van de individiuele vrijheid vond ik verwerpelijk. Ik ben er nu, net als toen, van overtuigd dat de mens een doel is, omdat hij een kind van God is. De mens is niet gemaakt voor de staat; de staat is gemaakt voor de mens. Als je de mens berooft van zijn vrijheid, degenereer je hem tot een ding, terwijl je hem juist moet verheffen tot persoon. De mens mag noit behandeld worden als een middel in dienst van de staat, maar moet altijd als doel op zich worden beschouwd
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Martin Luther King Jr.
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There's no such thing as witches. But there used to be.
It used to be the air was so thick with magic you could taste it on your tongue like ash. Witches lurked in every tangled wood and waited at every midnight-crossroad with sharp-toothed smiles. They conversed with dragons on lonely mountaintops and rode rowan-wood brooms across full moons; they charmed the stars to dance beside them on the summer solstice and rode to battle with familiars at their heels. It used to be witches were wild as crows and fearless as foxes, because magic blazed bright and the night was theirs.
But then came the plague and the purges. The dragons were slain and the witches were burned and the night belonged to men with torches and crosses.
Witching isn’t all gone, of course. My grandmother, Mama Mags, says they can’t ever kill magic because it beats like a great red heartbeat on the other side of everything, that if you close your eyes you can feel it thrumming beneath the soles of your feet, thumpthumpthump. It’s just a lot better-behaved than it used to be.
Most respectable folk can’t even light a candle with witching, these days, but us poor folk still dabble here and there. Witch-blood runs thick in the sewers, the saying goes. Back home every mama teaches her daughters a few little charms to keep the soup-pot from boiling over or make the peonies bloom out of season. Every daddy teaches his sons how to spell ax-handles against breaking and rooftops against leaking.
Our daddy never taught us shit, except what a fox teaches chickens — how to run, how to tremble, how to outlive the bastard — and our mama died before she could teach us much of anything. But we had Mama Mags, our mother’s mother, and she didn’t fool around with soup-pots and flowers.
The preacher back home says it was God’s will that purged the witches from the world. He says women are sinful by nature and that magic in their hands turns naturally to rot and ruin, like the first witch Eve who poisoned the Garden and doomed mankind, like her daughter’s daughters who poisoned the world with the plague. He says the purges purified the earth and shepherded us into the modern era of Gatling guns and steamboats, and the Indians and Africans ought to be thanking us on their knees for freeing them from their own savage magics.
Mama Mags said that was horseshit, and that wickedness was like beauty: in the eye of the beholder. She said proper witching is just a conversation with that red heartbeat, which only ever takes three things: the will to listen to it, the words to speak with it, and the way to let it into the world. The will, the words, and the way.
She taught us everything important comes in threes: little pigs, bill goats gruff, chances to guess unguessable names. Sisters.
There wer ethree of us Eastwood sisters, me and Agnes and Bella, so maybe they'll tell our story like a witch-tale. Once upon a time there were three sisters. Mags would like that, I think — she always said nobody paid enough attention to witch-tales and whatnot, the stories grannies tell their babies, the secret rhymes children chant among themselves, the songs women sing as they work.
Or maybe they won't tell our story at all, because it isn't finished yet. Maybe we're just the very beginning, and all the fuss and mess we made was nothing but the first strike of the flint, the first shower of sparks.
There's still no such thing as witches.
But there will be.
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Alix E. Harrow (The Once and Future Witches)
“
Voor verslavingen moet je geen excuses zoeken, maar motieven. Excuses zoek je om geen spijt en schuld te hoeven voelen, maar een speurtocht naar jouw eigen motieven leidt je juist naar het hart van je schuld en daar, op die rare plek waar het duister is van onbegrip, pijn en ontkenning, daar ligt het enige terrein waar je de mogelijkheid geboden wordt om je schuld te veranderen in kennis. Met kennis valt te leven, met schuld niet.
De meeste mensen geloven dat dat halfzachte spreekwoord, wat niet weet, wat niet deert, dat dat ook voor jezelf opgaat, maar zo werkt het niet. Wat je over iemand anders niet weet, dat weet je niet en zolang je het niet weet kan het je ook geen pijn doen, dat is zo klaar als een klontje, maar je weet in zekere zin alles van jezelf. Dat is ook logisch, want jij bent de enige die zijn eigen leven helemaal in zijn eentje meemaakt en daar weet van zou kunnen hebben. Bij jou ligt iedere minuut van een leven opgeslagen, hoe dan ook. Bij wie anders? Dat maakt mensen op zijn minst nog interessant, dat ze een vat van wetenschap vormen van tenminste een leven, hun eigen.
Waar het nu eigenlijk allemaal om draait is de manier waarop je weet hebt van jezelf, dat is het belangrijkste. Sommige mensen weten niks van zichzelf. Ze hebben de enige echte wetenschap en geschiedenis niet tot hun beschikking en kunnen ze niet lezen, omdat ze die op de foute plek bewaren.
Schuld is zo’n wetenschap over jezelf die op de verkeerde plaats in je archief is opgeslagen. Ze is dan geen kennis van de schuld, maar ze heeft de vorm aangenomen van iets anders dan woorden, waardoor je er niks mee kunt en er alleen maar dik van wordt, of chagrijnig of lusteloos.
Kennis hoort thuis in de geest, waar anders? Ik zou niet weten waar de woorden anders konden verblijven dan in de geest. Ze lijken op geest en op ziel en op dat andere ontastbare, waarvan je weet dat je het hebt, maar dat je niet kunt zien en waarover je bijna niet kunt praten.
Zo zie ik het.
En daarom krijgt ook alle kennis die je eigenlijk over jezelf zou moeten hebben en die niet in die onzichtbare vorm van woorden in jouw ziel mag wonen, een andere gedaante, een zichtbare en een lastige, bijvoorbeeld een kilo overtollig vlees aan je lichaam of iets anders waaronder je lijdt en wat je met je meesleept en waarvan je niet weet waarom je het hebt, maar wat iedereen aan jou kan zien, omdat het ervoor zorgt dat je altijd dezelfde domme fouten maakt.
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Connie Palmen (De vriendschap)
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I say, it sounds like some dangerous psychotic killer wrote this, and this buttoned-down schizophrenic could probably go over the edge at any moment in the working day and stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semiautomatic. My boss just looks at me. The guy, I say, is probably at home every night with a little rattail file, filing a cross into the tip of every one of his rounds. This way, when he shows up to work one morning and pumps a round into his nagging, ineffectual, petty, whining, butt-sucking, candy-ass boss, that one round will split along the filed grooves and spread open the way a dumdum bullet flowers inside you to blow a bushel load of your stinking guts out through your spine. Picture your gut chakra opening in a slow-motion explosion of sausage-casing small intestine. My boss takes the paper out from under my nose. Go ahead, I say, read some more. No really, I say, it sounds fascinating. The work of a totally diseased mind. And I smile. The little butthole-looking edges of the hole in my cheek are the same blue-black as a dog’s gums. The skin stretched tight across the swelling around my eyes feels varnished. My boss just looks at me. Let me help you, I say. I say, the fourth rule of fight club is one fight at a time. My boss looks at the rules and then looks at me. I say, the fifth rule is no shoes, no shirts in the fight. My boss looks at the rules and looks at me. Maybe, I say, this totally diseased fuck would use an Eagle Apache carbine because an Apache takes a thirty-shot mag and only weighs nine pounds. The Armalite only takes a five-round magazine. With thirty shots, our totally fucked hero could go the length of mahogany row and take out every vice-president with a cartridge left over for each director. Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person. I just look at my boss. My boss has blue, blue, pale cornflower blue eyes. The J and R 68 semiautomatic carbine also takes a thirty-shot mag, and it only weighs seven pounds. My boss just looks at me. It’s scary, I say. This is probably somebody he’s known for years. Probably this guy knows all about him, where he lives, and where his wife works and his kids go to school. This is exhausting, and all of a sudden very, very boring. And why does Tyler need ten copies of the fight club rules? What I don’t have to say is I know about the leather interiors that cause birth defects. I know about the counterfeit brake linings that looked good enough to pass the purchasing agent, but fail after two thousand miles. I know about the air-conditioning rheostat that gets so hot it sets fire to the maps in your glove compartment. I know how many people burn alive because of fuel-injector flashback. I’ve seen people’s legs cut off at the knee when turbochargers start exploding and send their vanes through the firewall and into the passenger compartment. I’ve been out in the field and seen the burned-up cars and seen the reports where CAUSE OF FAILURE is recorded as "unknown.” No, I say, the paper’s not mine. I take the paper between two fingers and jerk it out of his hand. The edge must slice his thumb because his hand flies to his mouth, and he’s sucking hard, eyes wide open. I crumble the paper into a ball and toss it into the trash can next to my desk. Maybe, I say, you shouldn’t be bringing me every little piece of trash you pick up.
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Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club)