Tav Quotes

Kas ir aizsniegti griesti? Apziņa, ka par zemiem. Un kas ir noķerts vējš? Tas, kas par lēnu skrien. Kas ir sveloša sāpe? Ziņa, ka nesadzīst. Un kas ir tavs paša mūžs? Atzīšanās, ka īss.

Es tevi gribu Cik labi, ar tevi var neizlikties, Es tikai ar tevi gribu tikties, Es gribu, lai tikai tu manī skaties, - Kad tu manī skaties, es esmu patiess. Kad tu manī skaties, es esmu patiess, Mūsu dzīvē vēl simtiem vilcienu aties Un tūkstošiem jūdžu būs jāiet vēl kājām Un varbūt bez ūdens, bez sāls un bez mājām. Bez ceļa, bez ūdens, bez sāls un bez mājām Man liekas, mēs tūkstošiem jūdžu jau gājām. Tavs skatiens bij traks, un tavs skatiens bij prātīgs, Tavs augums kā rudzu maize bij sātīgs. Tavs augums kā rudzu maize ir sātīgs, Ta zeme, ko min tavas kājas, man patiks, Pat sviedriem un asinīm saindēta Tā zeme, ko min tavas kājas, būs svēta. Šī zeme, ko min tavas kājas būs svēta. Balti ķirši un sarkanas rozes zied sētā. Kā laiku un telpu, un bezgalību Es tevi gribu.

Tav started it,” Aïda said. “He ate his own leg. Soft cannibalism, he called it. Legs are of no use in space. He blogged it. Then it went viral.

If you’re around I don’t even see other guys—and that’s not a blind joke.

..labo cilvēku apkārt, vienalga, ir vairāk nekā slikto, tikai svarīgi, lai tavs aizvainojums par dzīvi viņus neaizvainotu.

That’s what dreams and wishes are for, aren’t they? To make the impossible, possible?

You’ll soon run through the whole of the seven dwarfs. You start dating and it’ll be Bashful and Happy you’re imitating. Then you start fucking the guy and you’ll turn into Sleepy. Then it’s just a matter of time before you have a fight and it’ll be Grumpy. Then the relationship will be all over and you’ll be wiser at the end of it all, just like Doc.” I shook my head at his convoluted thinking. “What about poor Sneezy?” Charlie looked at me like I was dumb. “It was an analogy, dude! Work with me here. No analogy is perfect. Just like you’re no Snow White and the poor guy you’re mooning over is no Prince Charming.

Jake, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want me to stop. I’m going to ruin you for any other man. You’ll never want another cock apart from mine.” He didn’t know it, but he’d already ruined me.

Two cheers to the wind…” “And three to the women…” “And four to the splendid sea.” The last word trailed off, dissolving into the coarser sounds of glasses knocking against tables, ale splashing onto floor. “Is that really how it goes?” asked Vasry, tipping his head back against the booth. “I thought it was wine, not wind.” “Wouldn’t be a sea shanty without the wind,” said Tav. “Wouldn’t be a shanty without the wine,” countered Vasry, slurring his words.

Bet - kas tad ir nauda? Nauda ir sniegs: uznāk karsta saule, - izkūst, izplūst un izžūst, atpakaļ nepaliek ne bijuma; zeme - tā nekūst, neiznīkst un neizput; zeme - viņa ir svētības krātuve. Viņā sakrājas tavs darbs, tavi sviedri un tavas asaras, sakrājas un tiek uzglabāti, lai vēlāk tev pasniegtu pelnīto atmaksu. Nē, zeme ir svēta!

I blinked. “He can smell your arousal?” It was official. Patrick had superpowers.

Are you a bottom? Yes? Hi, I’m Dave.

Når du allerede fra fødslen stemples, fordi du kun er en pige; når du fødes med mærkaterne skyld og skam præget ind i huden, fordi du kun er en pige; når dit vilkår som menneske er, at du aldrig vil være god nok, fordi du ikke er født som dreng – så har du kun tre veje, du kan vælge gennem livet: Du kan forsøge at holde ud, dræbe din stemme og gennemleve volden og undertrykkelsen som en tavs eksistens bag dit slør. Du kan dø for din egen hånd eller en mands. Eller du kan forsøge at bryde fri, selvom det koster dig alt. Måske endda livet.

Stīgros staipekņos, steidzīgi stiegu. Tu savilki cietā mezglā manu dvēseli, noziedzīgais būri. Tā es savilkšu tavus stieņus.! Tu esi apvijis ar stieņiem manu augumu, bet nekad tu nevarēsi savus stieņus ievīt man galvā. Te slēpjas mans spēks un tavs nespēks. Manas domas kā putni ir svabadas. Ja arī nomiršu, vienalga, kā pīslis izvējošu cauri stieņiem, būšu brīvs atomu pirmsākumā, bet tu, būri, sarūsēsi un sabirzīsi, jo neviens būris vēl nav mūžīgs. Tikai mēs- cilvēki.

- Cik žēl, ka cilvēkam ir tik maz spēka, -sacīja Inese. - Žēl gan, -piekrita Ferdinands. -Bet nu man ir jāiet... Pienākums sauc. - Cik žēl, ka es neesmu tavs pienākums... - Tur nekā nevar darīt- tikai ielasmeitām pienākums sakrīt ar dvēseles aicinājumu, - sacīja Ferdinands un sāka ģērbties.

He called back over his shoulder, “Make sure you clean that water off the floor too. I wouldn’t want to slip or anything. I’m blind, don’t you know?” I looked down in chagrin at the floor and saw that I was indeed dripping soapy water all over the floorboards. Smug know-it-all. I smiled and called back, “Don’t go in the sunroom. All the furniture has been moved around so I could mop. Hang on…. With second thoughts, you should go in the sunroom. It might teach you a lesson.” The bastard just laughed.

I can see I’m going to have to stick around a bit longer and teach you more manners. Now ask me nicely and I might continue. I’ll give you a hint. It’s either please, thank you, or sorry.” He was gasping for breath. “Jesus! Please don’t stop or else you’ll be sorry because I won’t give you my thank-you tomorrow in the shower.” Close enough.

But there has never been a moment, through all of it, that every beat of my heart hasn’t been yours. I’m yours. My heart’s yours. We love you.

I'd learned through experience that the best form of defense was to attack.

People always say that men are bad communicators, so how in the hell was a gay relationship ever to survive?

Come on, dude. Sit up. I have your breakfast here.” “I’m not hungry.” “What a pity. You’ll just have to force it down.” I’ll let you in on a little secret—I don’t do sympathy much. Whatever. Call the Sympathy Police or something. “I don’t want it.” I stared down at him, not that he knew. “You have two choices. Either you can sit up and eat under your own steam, or I’ll sit here and shovel it in for you. And believe me, every time you scream it’ll give me a great reason to shove a mouthful in.

SEA” Sounds of the Pacific Ocean at Big Sur “SEA” Cherson! Cherson! You aint just whistlin Dixie, Sea— Cherson! Cherson! We calcimine fathers here below! Kitchen lights on— Sea Engines from Russia seabirding here below— When rocks outsea froth I’ll know Hawaii cracked up & scramble up my doublelegged cliff to the silt of a million years— Shoo—Shaw—Shirsh— Go on die salt light You billion yeared rock knocker Gavroom Seabird Gabroobird Sad as wife & hill Loved as mother & fog Oh! Oh! Oh! Sea! Osh! Where’s yr little Neppytune tonight? These gentle tree pulp pages which’ve nothing to do with yr crash roar, liar sea, ah, were made for rock tumble seabird digdown footstep hollow weed move bedarvaling crash? Ah again? Wine is salt here? Tidal wave kitchen? Engines of Russia in yr soft talk— Les poissons de la mer parle Breton— Mon nom es Lebris de Keroack— Parle, Poissons, Loti, parle— Parlning Ocean sanding crash the billion rocks— Ker plotsch— Shore—shoe— god—brash— The headland looks like a longnosed Collie sleeping with his light on his nose, as the ocean, obeying its accomodations of mind, crashes in rhythm which could & will intrude, in thy rhythm of sand thought— —Big frigging shoulders on that sonofabitch Parle, O, parle, mer, parle, Sea speak to me, speak to me, your silver you light Where hole opened up in Alaska Gray—shh—wind in The canyon wind in the rain Wind in the rolling rash Moving and t wedel Sea sea Diving sea O bird—la vengeance De la roche Cossez Ah Rare, he rammed the gate rare over by Cherson, Cherson, we calcify fathers here below —a watery cross, with weeds entwined—This grins restoredly, low sleep—Wave—Oh, no, shush—Shirk—Boom plop Neptune now his arms extends while one millions of souls sit lit in caves of darkness —What old bark? The dog mountain? Down by the Sea Engines? God rush—Shore— Shaw—Shoo—Oh soft sigh we wait hair twined like larks—Pissit—Rest not —Plottit, bisp tesh, cashes, re tav, plo, aravow, shirsh,—Who’s whispering over there—the silly earthen creek! The fog thunders—We put silver light on face—We took the heroes in—A billion years aint nothing— O the cities here below! The men with a thousand arms! the stanchions of their upward gaze! the coral of their poetry! the sea dragons tenderized, meat for fleshy fish— Navark, navark, the fishes of the Sea speak Breton— wash as soft as people’s dreams—We got peoples in & out the shore, they call it shore, sea call it pish rip plosh—The 5 billion years since earth we saw substantial chan—Chinese are the waves—the woods are dreaming

It was possible to look at actual smartphones and tablets and laptops that had been manufactured on Old Earth. They did not work anymore, but their technical capabilities were described on little placards. And they were impressive compared to what Kath Two and other modern people carried around in their pockets. This ran contrary to most people's intuition, since in other areas the achievements of the modern world - the habitat ring, the Eye, and all the rest - were so vastly greater than what the people of Old Earth had ever accomplished. It boiled down to Amistics [the choices that different cultures made as to which technologies they would, and would not, make part of their lives]. In the decades before Zero, the Old Earthers had focused their intelligence on the small and the soft, not the big and the hard, and built a civilization that was puny and crumbling where physical infrastructure was concerned, but astonishingly sophisticated when it came to networked communications and software. The density with which they'd been able to pack transistors onto chips still had not been matched by any fabrication plant now in existence. Their devices could hold more data than anything you could buy today. Their ability to communicate through all sorts of wireless schemes was only now being matched - and that only in densely populated, affluent places like the Great Chain... Anyone who bothered to learn the history of the developed world in the years just before Zero understood perfectly well that Tavistock Prowse had been squarely in the middle of the normal range, as far as his social media habits and attention span had been concerned. But nevertheless, Blues called it Tav's Mistake. They didn't want to make it again. Any efforts made by modern consumer-goods manufacturers to produce the kinds of devices and apps that had disordered the brain of Tav were met with the same instinctive pushback as Victorian clergy might have directed against the inventor of a masturbation machine. To the extent the Blue's engineers could build electronics of comparable sophistication to those that Tav had used, they tended to put them into devices such as robots...

You’re assuming,” Luisa said, “that she has a plan. I doubt that she does. She is driven to seek power. She finds some way to do that and then backfills a rationalization for it afterward.” Doob pulled his tablet closer and started trying to find Tav’s blog. “To what extent do you imagine she really is reporting facts about the AC? As opposed to creating the reality she describes?” Doob asked. “What’s the difference?” Luisa asked.

Nedzimuša bērna un ļoti agri miruša bērna nāve ir savāda, neizprotama lieta. Tu jau sēro ne tikai par savu iztēli, bet gan par īstu cilvēku, kurš patiešām ir eksistējis. Bet kas viņš bija? Viņš nerunāja, viņš neizpauda ne savas domas, ne raksturu, tos viņam izdomāji tu. Tā ir tava iztēle, tavs pieņēmums, par ko tu sēro, taču reizē arī nav, jo viņš taču pastāvēja fiziski, un tāpat viņam jau bija noslieksmes domāt un paust zināma tipa domas. Tu sēro par nebijušu nākotni. Par kādas būtnes neīstenoto nākotni, un arī tevis paša nākotni, tevis paša citādo laiku, kas ticis atcelts. Par vienu būtni pasaulē mazāk – tātad par veselu lērumu laika mazāk. Varbūt pat par simt gadiem mazāk.

I believe that the human mind is almost infinitely malleable and that people are going to adjust, within days or weeks, to life on the Cloud Ark. We will simply turn into a different civilization altogether from the one we grew up in. Our whole idea of nature will be forgotten. And a thousand years from now, people will go on ‘camping trips’ that will consist of sleeping in arklets, drinking Tang, and peeing into tubes just like their ancestors did.” “To them,” Doob said, “that’ll be a back-to-nature experience.” “I think that’s how we will see it, yes,” Tav said.

Tā jau nu psihologs tevi izvilks no sūdiem jeb pasaules kā tādas. Dziļos sūdos katram jāpeld pašam. Tāda bija mana pieredze. Es nepavisam nenoliedzu, ka dažam labam bija iespējams palīdzēt. Ka gluži daudziem bija. Taču man tikšanās ar savas dzīves sūdiem bija jāatrisina pašai. Tā bija vienīgā iespēja. Tiesa, reiz, jau pēc ilgas noņemšanās ar jaunas būtnes radīšanu, biju iedomājusies izstāstīt par to kādam, kuram par klausīšanos ir samaksāts. Draugi šos stāstus bija jau dzirdējuši, viņiem te vairs nebija nekādas ziņu vērtības. Arī neizdošanās efektam ir savs best before. Un ko gan tie draugi varēja izdarīt. "Viss ir pakaļā!" - "Cik žēl, ka pakaļā!" - "Jau atkal pakaļā!" - "Cik žēl, ka jau atkal pakaļā!" Toties sarunai ar psihologu vajadzētu būt īstai beneficei: tiek uzklausīts tikai tavs stāsts, klausītājs nedrīkst tajā pašā laikā nedz spaidīt telefonu, nedz ēst salātus, un kur nu vēl sagaidīt pretpakalpojumu, lai tu noklausītos par viņa nesaskaņām ar kolēģiem.

Bastian kan åbenbart heller ikke sove. Han vender sig flere gange, sukker, retter på dynen. “Sarah?” hvisker han. Hans stemme er helt lille og tynd i mørket. “Mmmm” “Kender du nogen, der er døde?” “Ja.” “Hvad tror du, der sker når man dør?” Jeg tænker længe over svaret. Hvad tror jeg egentlig selv? Selv om jeg har brugt det meste af mit liv på at afslutte projekter for døde mennesker, har jeg aldrig helt gjort op med mig selv, hvad jeg egentlig tror, der sker. “Jeg tror ...” siger jeg langsomt, “... jeg tror, at verden er fyldt med energi. Sådan en stor, varm, rar klump af energi, der bliver delt ud til alt levende. Og når man ikke er levende mere, så ryger man ... tilbage i puljen.” Han er tavs lidt. “Den tanke kan jeg godt lide ...” siger han stille. Noget tid efter kan jeg høre på hans vejrtrækning, at han sover.

Gud venter ubevægelig og tavs som en tigger på den, der vil give ham et stykke brød. Tid er Guds venten på vores kærlighed. Stjernerne, bjergene, havet og alt hvad der taler til os i tid, videbringer Guds bøn til os. At spise et stykke brød når man er sulten, er at holde nadver med universet og dets skaber. Og den sjæl der står uden for retfærdigheden, uden for troen, lyver for sig selv. Jordaksen er livets træ, og dets frugter er stjernerne. Den der spiser af solen, lever. Den, der spiser af lyset, lever. Hvis vi som træerne indeholdt klorofyl, ville vi leve af lyset. Kristus er vores klorofyl.

Meeting a dentist outside of their work was like meeting a policeman. Even when they were off duty, they were still watching you.

Unfortunately he opened his arse-aholic mouth first. Most people struggle to find this accurate medical term because it doesn't seem to make it into too many medical journals, nut all you need to know about arse-aholic mouths is that they can't stop themselves from spewing shit.

G-A-Y stands for Girls Are Yucky.

He has a standard pickup line: "Are you a bottom? Yes? Hi, I'm Dave.

This had to stop or I was going to have an aneurism. In my dick. I'd be the first person on the planet to die from an aneurism in the penis. I'd be famous, but for all the wrong reasons.

Miles paused at the door. “Ah—about Tav Calhoun—” “Yes?” “You know that janitor’s closet on the second level?” “Vaguely.” She looked at him in unease. “Please be sure somebody checks it tomorrow morning. But don’t go up there before then.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she assured him faintly.

Tu esi ievērojis, ka cilvēki patiesībā lepojas nevis ar pelnīto, bet ar neizbēgamo? Piemēram - lepns, ka esmu vīrietis! Bet tu jau vienkārši piedzimi ar krāniņu, nevis to izpelnījies. Nekad nav dzirdēts, ka kāds teiktu - lepojos, ka man piešuva krāniņu! Vai nogrieza, kā nu kuram. Īsāk sakot - cilvēki lepojas ar to, ko nav izpelnījušies, vai arī nevar ne mainīt, ne ietekmēt. Ar to, no kā nevar izbēgt, saproti? Jo lepoties ar sasniegumiem - tā ir iedomība. Sūds tas tavs lepnums - SŪDS! Psiholoģisks mehānisms, lai sadzīvotu ar problēmu. Tas tāpēc, ka citādi būtu jāguļas zemē un jāļaujas, lai tevi atspārda. Lepnums nav tad, kad tam būtu īpašs iemesls. Lepnums ir tad, kad būtu citādi jākauc no atzītas realitātes.

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Sarah?” hvisker han. Hans stemme er helt lille og tynd i mørket. “Mmmm” “Kender du nogen, der er døde?” “Ja.” “Hvad tror du, der sker når man dør?” Jeg tænker længe over svaret. Hvad tror jeg egentlig selv? Selv om jeg har brugt det meste af mit liv på at afslutte projekter for døde mennesker, har jeg aldrig helt gjort op med mig selv, hvad jeg egentlig tror, der sker. “Jeg tror ...” siger jeg langsomt, “... jeg tror, at verden er fyldt med energi. Sådan en stor, varm, rar klump af energi, der bliver delt ud til alt levende. Og når man ikke er levende mere, så ryger man ... tilbage i puljen.” Han er tavs lidt. “Den tanke kan jeg godt lide ...” siger han stille. Noget tid efter kan jeg høre på hans vejrtrækning, at han sover.

- Redzi, draugs, - Stepans Arkadjičs teica, - tu esi ļoti viengabalains cilvēks. Tā ir tava labā īpašība un arī tavs trūkums. Tev pašam ir pilnvērtīgs raksturs, un tu gribi, lai visa dzīve veidotos tikai no pilnvērtīgām parādībām, bet tā tas nenotiek. Tu, lūk, nicini sabiedrisko un ierēdņa darbu, tāpēc ka vēlies, lai darbs vienmēr atbilstu mērķim, bet tā tas nenotiek. Tāpat tu vēlies, lai arī ikviena atsvevišķa cilvēka darbība būtu mērķtiecīga, lai mīlestība un ģimenes dzīve būtu viens un tas pats. Bet tā tas nenotiek. Visa dzīves daudzveidība, viss jaukums un skaistums sastāv no gaismas un ēnām.

I looked back out the door just in time to see one of the men’s heads explode from Rolly’s SAW. “What the fuck!” another one yelled, and then he turned to run back toward us, but was quickly taken out by a headshot that I assumed was from Bailey. The last guy looked at his dead buddies and simply dropped to the ground and cowered. Then his body went limp, and his brains spread out behind him as Bailey landed another headshot. “Oh shit,” Anna laughed. “Guess I forgot about our backup.” “Tav didn’t,” Paige said as she smirked at me. “You could’ve just told us that was your plan,” Tara said with an eye roll as the door shut. “Where’s the drama in that?” I asked with a grin.

I did always like diet Coke,” I chimed in as I ate some wolf jerky. “See?” Tara said, and she gave Anna an ‘I-told-you-so’ look. “Tav also likes to eat wolves, and he lived in the forest for a year,” Anna said with a wry smile before she turned to me with a grin. “No offense, Tav.

Anyone care for a drink?” Rolly asked as he pulled out a bottle of Bulliet bourbon whiskey. It was his favorite drink, and the girls had been nice enough to pick him up a bottle a few days before. “I’ll take a sip,” I said with a nod. I guessed that his willingness to share it with us said a lot about how he felt. I tossed the meat into the skillet along with a handful of morel mushrooms that looked like they had been picked fresh today. Then I accepted the bottle of whiskey and took a sip. The alcohol warmth was a nice way to end the day. I passed it back to the old man. “We should grab a bottle of soda. We worked hard today and can use the calories.” “Plus, I noticed that some of it started to go flat,” Bailey said. “I don’t know about you guys but I would rather drink it while it still has the bubbles.” “At least it still makes a decent mixer when it’s flat,” Tara said with a shrug. “I’ll go grab some kitchenware and soda,” Anna volunteered with a chuckle. “Just don’t eat all of that meat without me. It is starting to smell really good.” The meat sizzled in the pan as one side of it started to sear, and the smell of fresh cooked meat mixed with the wild mushrooms started to fill the air. “Don’t worry, Tav has enough meat for all of us,” Tara teased. “He most certainly does,” Paige agreed as she stared at me with a hungry look in her eyes. “I just want some of that venison,” Rolly said as he shook his head. “You guys have to wait until I go to bed to eat anything else.” “Of course, we aren't animals,” Bailey said. “Speak for yourself,” Paige growled as she shot her friend a wicked grin.

Man, that smells good,” Paige said. “What did you make?” “Eggs, venison bacon, and hoe cakes,” Betty said. “I’m sorry,” Tara snickered. “Did you say hoe cakes?” “Yes,” Betty laughed. “They’re very popular in the south.” “They’re called hoe cakes because they were cooked on an iron pan that was called a hoe,” Paige explained. “I wonder what it did to deserve that,” Tara laughed. “Paige is right,” Betty chuckled. “Though the name is humorous.” Betty dished each of us a plate, and I dug in with a vengeance. Typically I wasn’t extremely hungry before a mission, but the smell of that venison bacon had made my mouth water, and I groaned when it hit my tongue. The eggs were fluffy and well seasoned, and the hoe cakes were savory and sweet. “This is delicious,” I said through bites. “Thank you,” Betty chuckled. “I’m glad you like it.” “We all already knew Tav liked hoes,” Anna said with a pointed look at Tara. “Hey!” Tara laughed and hit the redhead on the arm. “I do like the hoes,” I chuckled as I took another bite. “That sounded so wrong,” Paige said seriously, but then her expression cracked, and she broke into a laugh.

I’m gonna stab somebody in the dick,” Tara said with a wicked grin, and I was slightly terrified. “Jesus,” Anna said, and she looked at the platinum blonde with wide eyes. “What?” Tara asked defensively. “Tav got to do it.” “That’s different,” Paige said, and she raised a brow at the blonde. “How is that different?” Tara scoffed. “Maybe because he has a dick,” Anna said. “Whatev,” Tara said with a shrug. “I’m doing it, and you bitches can’t stop me.” “Tara has total permission to stab someone in the dick if necessary,” I laughed.

and Tav, you also have to acknowledge that you're a perfectionist! Even when it comes to depression you want to do it all by yourself.

Miglā asaro logs. Ko tur liegties, nav vērts: Tikai tevi es mīlējis esmu. Kādā dīvainā sulā savas lūpas tu mērc, Ka tās kvēlo tik sarkanu dvesmu? Tur, kur bulvāri kūp, tevi satiku reiz Un vairs nezinu miera ne mirkli. Uz tā stūra, kur lūdz naudu ubags sev greizs, Mani samīs drīz ilgas kā zirgi. Vai tā diena vai nakts, ielās klīstu viens pats, Rauju lapas no kokiem un ceru, Ka uz kādas no tām būs tavs skūpsts vai tavs mats, Bet -- tās tukšas es notekās beru. Kur tu esi, mans draugs?... Vai tai blāzmā, kas kūst Man no vientuļā mākoņa sejā?... Jeb no tevis man tik kā šīs ilgas, kas lūst Manā asā un satrauktā dzejā? Tad es veros tāpat visos logos, varbūt Tavas acis tur redzēšu spīdam, Bet man cerību putni tikai smadzenēs zūd, Jūtu mirkļus tik mūžībā krītam. Miglā asaro logs. Ko tur liegties, nav vērts: Tikai tevi es mīlējis esmu. Laikam asinīs manās savas lūpas tu mērc, Ka tās deg ar tik sarkanu dvesmu?...

For two thousand years prior to the creation of the world, all the letters of the Hebrew alphabet were hidden. During that time, God gazed upon the letters and delighted in them. Then, when God was about to create the world, all twenty-two letters engraved upon His crown came down and stood before him, from tav to aleph. The letter tav approached first and said: "O Lord, create the world through me, for I am at the beginning of the word 'Torah.'" God replied, "Tav, You are worthy and deserving, and in the days to come I shall command that you be put as a sign on the foreheads of the righteous, so that when the destroying angel comes to punish sinners, he will see the letter on their foreheads and spare them." But the letter tav was sad that it would not be used to create the world, and it left the presence of the Lord. Then, one by one, each of the other letters came forward and pleaded with God to create the world through them.

Kādi mēs esam, esam nesamaināmi, mūsu attiecības vienreizīgas, tās izaugušas no dziļas iekšējas nepieciešamības, ko pazīst tikai liela vēriena mīlētāji. Es pie Tevis apstājos neatkarīgi no ārējiem apstākļiem, es Tevi apskāvu briesmīgā izmisumā, lielā drebēšanā, jo aiz manis un manī pletās pirmatnējs tukšums, tas neizsakāmais baigums, ko pazinis Muhs, gleznojot savu Alfu, ko pazinis Bodlērs, ko pazinis Gogolis, ko pazinis van Gogs, ko pazinuši visi, kas ieskatījušies dzīves ''ārkārtīgajā mistērijā'', kā teicis Karduči - tas tukšums, ko varēja manī klusināt, pildīt un mierināt tikai Tava esme, Tavs liktenis. Tādēļ meklēt mūsu attiecībām tikai ārējos apstākļos izskaidrojumus būtu pārāk nožēlojami. (..) Ak, es Tev esmu ļāvis ieiet savā dvēselē, ļāvis to padarīt par Tavu pastāvīgu mītni, tur Tu esi vienmēr un katrā brīdī, dienā un naktī. Lai es darītu ko darīdams, lai es ietu kur iedams, viss tas būtu darīts tikai manas būtības ārdurvē. (..) Mana lielā drāma, mana nebeidzamā traģēdija, mana dziļā ''komēdija'' esi Tu. Es Tevi apzinos katrā savā dvēseles dziļākā rosmē, es Tevi jūtu vidziļākā sapnī. (..) Ja nu es Tevi esmu uzņēmis, ja tā Tu pildi manu dzīvi, tad visam viendienīgajam, pārejošajam nav nozīmes mūsu attiecībās, nevar būt runa par ''palikt'' vai ''aiziet'', nevar diskutēt ''mīl'' vai ''nemīl'', nevar meklēt šos vai citus ieganstus, kas mūsu attieksmes darītu saprotamas tīri ārējā nosacījumā. (vēstule Zentai no K. Raudives)

Tagad es zinu: tavs draugs ir tikai tas, kas ar tevi kopā izturējis karu.

Ja es būtu tavs vīrietis, es tevi sagrābtu aiz čupra un izceltu gaismā. Tavās rokās kaut kas ir, un tu to zini. Tiec ar to galā. Tiec galā ar saviem dotumiem. Uzņemies šo atbildību! · -Un ko tad es, jūsuprāt, esmu pelnījusi, Visziņa kungs? Tu esi pelnījusi, lai pret tevi izturas kā pret to, kas tu esi. Proti? Kā pret princesi. Mūsdienu princesi.

Tav,” Anna laughed. “What?” I asked. “Are you drinking bourbon from a teacup?” the redhead chuckled. “I guess I am,” I said and I raised my pinky and took another drink.

Black and female and a siren is just layers upon layers of trauma. Tav’s so good at breaking it down, but she rarely does unless it’s just her and me. One time I said she’s too young to deal with this, and she said we don’t get to be.

Memphis can be thought of connected as much to Mississippi and Arkansas as it is to Tennessee, if not more so. William Faulkner once observed that Mississippi extends from a Memphis hotel room to the Gulf of Mexico.