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What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.
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Jeanette Winterson (Powerbook)
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The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can't give up love. Maybe it's the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her,
or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love
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I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tight rope between two worlds.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Slightest accidents open up new worlds.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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To avoid discovery I stay on the run.
To discover things for myself, I stay on the run...
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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In this life you have to be your own hero.
By that I mean you have to win whatever it is that matters to you by your own strength and in your own way.
Like it or not, you are alone in a forest, just like all those fairy tales that begin with a hero whoβs usually stupid but somehow brave, or who might be clever, but weak as a straw, and away he goes (donβt worry about the gender), cheered on by nobody, via the castles and the bears, and the old witch and the enchanted stream, and by and by (we hope) heβll find the treasure.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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In this life, you have to be your own hero.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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There's no such thing as effortless beauty--you should know that.
There's no effort which is not beautiful--lifting a heavy stone or loving you.
Loving you is like lifting a heavy stone. It would be easier not to do it and I'm not quite sure why I am doing it. It takes all my strength and all my determination, and I said I wouldn't love someone again like this. Is there any sense in loving someone you can only wake up to by chance?
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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The only selfish life is a timid one.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I don't want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.
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I can't do it. I've been here before and it's not a room with a view. The only power I have is the negative power of withdrawal. If I don't withdraw I have no power at all. A relationship where one person has no power or negative power, isn't a relationship, it's the bond between master and slave.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of our lives. We go back and back to the same scenes, the same words, trying to scrape out the meaning. Nothing could be more familiar than love. Nothing else eludes us so completely.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put your hand in the water to reach for a sea urchin or a sea shell, and the thing desired never quite lies where you had lined it up to be. The same is true of love. In prospect or contemplation, love is where it seems to be. Reach in to lift it out and your hand misses
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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History is a madman's museum.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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If I want to say no, I will, but for the right reasons. If I want to say yes, I will, but for the right reasons. Leave the consequences. Leave the finale. Leave the grand statements. The simplicity of feeling should not be taxed. I can't work out what this will cost or what either of us owe. The admission charge is never on the door, but you are open and I want to enter.
Let me in.
You do.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I can hold you up with one hand, but you can balance me on your fingertips.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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You had once asked me if I was afraid of death.
I said I was afraid of not living.
I donβt want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I remember once walking out hand in hand with a boy I knew, and it was summer, and suddenly before us was a field of gold. Gold as far as you could see. We knew we'd be rich forever. We filled our pockets and our hair. We were rolled in gold. We ran through the field laughing and our legs and feet were coated in yellow dust, so that we were like golden statues or golden gods. He kissed my feet, the boy I was with, and when he smiled, he had a gold tooth.
It was only a field of buttercups, but we were young.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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There will be a future. We believe in our unreality too strongly to give it up.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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There is always a city. There is always a civilization. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilization, but to become that city, that civilization, you once took a pickaxe and destroyed what you hated, and what you hated is what you did not understand.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I can change the story. I am the story.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.
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Jeanette Winterson (The Powerbook)
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And if the road leads nowhere?β He shrugged. βTurn your Nowhere into Somewhere.
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Jeanette Winterson (The Powerbook)
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...love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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The love we seek overrules human nature. It has a wildness in it and a glory that we want more than life itself. Love never counts the cost, to itself or others, and nothing is as cruel as love. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet.
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Take two people. Slice lengthways. Boil with the lid on. Add a marriage, a past, another woman. Sugar to taste. Pass through a chance meeting. Lubricate sparingly. Serve on a bed of β or is it in a bed of β? Use fresh and top with raw emotion.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Nothing is solid. Nothing is fixed. These are images that time changes and that change time, just as the sun and the rain play on the surface of things.
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Jeanette Winterson (The Powerbook)
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The past is magnetic. It draws us in.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Here's my life - I have to mine it, farm it, trade it, tenant it, and when the lease is up it cannot be renewed.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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You are young," said my father. "You won't get any younger even if you clean your teeth twice a day."
"You'll get older," said my mother, "that's what happens."
"Then what happens?"
"You won't be able to find the treasure."
"Will I be too old to look for it?"
"No, but you'll be looking in the wrong place.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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And I thought of us, years and years later, you and I, in Paris, and how you seemed to be saying we had every choice, every chance. You acted as though you were free, but you were a ransom note. I paid to watch. I watched your fingers, your red mouth. I watched you undress. I didn't see you go.
Later I was still paying and I never counted the cost. You were worth it. Again and again you were worth it. My heart has unlimited funds. Draw on them. Draw them down. Draw me down on top of you. How much? Everything? All right.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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There is always a city. There is always a civilisation. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilisation, but to become that city, that civilisation, you once took a pickaxe and destroyed what you hated, and what you hated was what you did not understand.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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All human love is a dramatic enactment of the wild, reckless, unquenchable, undrainable love that powers the universe. If death is everywhere and inescapable, then so is love, if we but knew it. We can begin to know it through each other. The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of loveβs nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through loveβs fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all. βJeanette Winterson, The Powerbook (β Vintage Books, January 1, 2001)
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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I have to own up and say that, much as I love my PowerBook, which now does about 97.8 percent of what I used to use the lumbering old desktop dinosaurs for, Iβve given up trying to use it on planes. Yes, yes, I know that there are sorts of power-user strategies you can use to extend your battery lifeβdimming modes, RAM disks, processor-resting, and so onβbut the point is that I really canβt be bothered. Iβm perfectly capable of just reading the in-flight magazine if I want to be irritated.
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Douglas Adams (The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time)
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The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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This Captain had been brought up in Istanbul. His mind was made of minarets and domes. He capped himself with spacious ease. He was his own call to prayer.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all'.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Be confident even in your mistakes. In Allah there is no wrong road. There is only the road you must travel.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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In this life you have to be your own hero. By that I mean you have to win whatever it is that matters to you by your own strength and in your own way.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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But what if my body is the disguise? What if skin, bone, liver, veins are the things I use to hide myself? I have to put them on and I can't take them off. Does that trap me or free me?
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not, depending on the tide. History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities, surface towards us, then sink away. Some we hook out, others we ignore, and as the pattern changes, so does the meaning. We cannot rely on the facts. Time, which returns everything, changes everything.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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Be confident, he advised me. 'Be confident even in your mistakes. In Allah there is no wrong road. There is only the road you must travel'
'And if the road leads nowhere?'
He shrugged. 'Turn your Nowhere into Somewhere.
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Jeanette Winterson (The PowerBook)
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After we got back to the office, I wanted to show you his picture, and I had one on my phone, but it was so small, so I downloaded it onto my computer. Or was that your computer? Wasnβt that when you just got your Mac?β During the past year, Lindsey had become one of those obnoxious PowerBook users. Anytime anyone had trouble opening or downloading a file using their PC, Lindsey would nod and say, βThat wouldnβt happen with my computer.
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Suzanne Brockmann (Dark of Night (Troubleshooters, #14))
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Kom naar beneden!β
Ik kwam naar beneden, en toen ik weer op de grond stond, gaf mijn moeder me twee klappen in mijn gezicht.
Wat zijn dat voor spelletjes?β
Ik wilde de Wildernis zien.β
Er is daar niets. Dat weet je.β
Als er niets is, kan het ook geen kwaad.β
Niets is het gevaarlijkste dat er is.β
Waarom?β
Als er niets is, kun je iets bedenken. Je zult de leegte niet kunΒ¬nen verdragen. Het zal evengoed leeg zijn, maar je zult jezelf wijsmaken dat dat niet zo is.β
Wat ik mezelf wijsmaak is waar.β
Wat jij jezelf wijsmaakt is een verhaal.β
Dit is een verhaal: jij, ik, het schroothuis, de schat.β
Dit is het echte leven.β
Hoe weet je dat?β
Niemand zou er ooit voor betalen om ernaar te kijken.β
Ze draaide zich om om het haveloze huis weer binnen te gaan. Toen draaide ze zich weer om naar mij.
En ik zou er alles voor over hebben om het niet te hoeven leΒ¬ven.β
Je moet het niet leven. Je moet het veranderen.' 'Je begrijpt het niet, hΓ¨?β
Wat begrijp ik niet?β
Dit is het echte leven.
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Jeanette Winterson (Powerbook)
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Chris- the one who wrote the halfway creepy thing about missing me so much when I didn't post and thinking I was dead- found it mind-boggling that before the Julie/Julia Project began, I had never eaten an egg. She asked, "How can you have gotten through life without eating a single egg? How is that POSSIBLE???!!!!!"
Of course, it wasn't exactly true that I hadn't eaten an egg. I had eaten them in cakes. I had even eaten them scrambled once or twice, albeit in the Texas fashion, with jalapeΓ±os and a pound of cheese. But the goal of my egg-eating had always been to make sure the egg did not look, smell, or taste anything like one, and as a result my history in this department was, I suppose, unusual. Chris wasn't the only person shocked. People I'd never heard of chimed in with their awe and dismay. I didn't really get it. Surely this is not such a bizarre hang-up as hating, say, croutons, like certain spouses I could name.
Luckily, eggs made the Julia Child way often taste like cream sauce. Take Oeufs en Cocotte, for example. These are eggs baked with some butter and cream in ramekins set in a shallow pan of water. They are tremendous. In fact the only thing better than Oeufs en Cocotte is Ouefs en Cocotte with Sauce au Cari on top when you've woken up with a killer hangover, after one of those nights when somebody decided at midnight to buy a pack of cigarettes after all, and the girls wind up smoking and drinking and dancing around the living room to the music the boy is downloading from iTunes onto his new, ludicrously hip and stylish G3 Powerbook until three in the morning. On mornings like this, Oeufs en Cocotte with Sauce au Cari, a cup of coffee, and an enormous glass of water is like a meal fed to you by the veiled daughters of a wandering Bedouin tribe after one of their number comes upon you splayed out in the sands of the endless deserts of Araby, moments from death- it's that good.
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Julie Powell (Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously)
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The iPhone 4S was about as powerful, in fact, as Appleβs top-of-the-line Powerbook G4 laptop had been a decade earlier.
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Erik Brynjolfsson (The Second Machine Age: Work, Progress, and Prosperity in a Time of Brilliant Technologies)
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On the final day of 1999, an immaculately suited Jesus and a Bukowskiesque Devil warily circle each other through a series of sleazy bars and chilly law offices, trying to cut a deal that centers on Christβs PowerBook. This contains the biblical Seventh Seal: Unlock the file and the Judgment Day program will launch, and then all hell will break loose.
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William Gibson (Distrust That Particular Flavor)