Warner Book Quotes

I open the book and turn to the next page. Day three. I started screaming today. And those four words hit me harder than the worst kind of physical pain.

I imagine this is what it feels like to fall apart.

Su nombre es el único recuerdo que me permito.

She's never lived anywhere but in books and memories.

Idiots, are fammbale, let them all burn in hell. -aaron warner

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live long as people will remember them. - Aaron Warner

I’ve become obsessed. I carry her notebook with me everywhere I go, spending all my free moments trying to decipher the words she’s scribbled in the margins, developing stories to go along with the numbers she’s written down. I’ve also noticed that the last page is missing. Ripped out. I can’t help but wonder why. I’ve searched through the book a hundred times, looking for other sections where pages might be gone, but I’ve found none. And somehow I feel cheated, knowing there’s a piece I might’ve missed. It’s not even my journal; it’s none of my business at all, but I’ve read her words so many times now that they feel like my own. I can practically recite them from memory. It’s strange being in her head without being able to see her. I feel like she’s here, right in front of me. I feel like I now know her so intimately, so privately. I’m safe in the company of her thoughts; I feel welcome, somehow. Understood. So much so that some days I manage to forget that she’s the one who put this bullet hole in my arm. I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her. And I’ve fallen. So hard. I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it.

They stopped next at a bookstore. "Oh, what a delicious smell of new books!" said Ellen, as they entered. "Mamma, if it wasn't for one thing, I should say I never was so happy in my life.

Finding this,” he says, his voice soft as he pats the cover of my notebook, “was so”—his eyebrows pull together—“it was so extraordinarily painful.” He finally looks at me and he looks like a completely different person. Like he’s trying to solve a tremendously difficult equation. “It was like meeting a friend for the very first time.

Behind every book for young people and every global product of family entertainment, the hum of boardroom discussion about the politics of the work can be heard.

The amusement she had drawn from their disapproval was a slavish remnant, a derisive dance on the north bank of the Ohio. There was no question of forgiving them. She had not, in any case, a forgiving nature; and the injury they had done her was not done by them. If she were to start forgiving she must needs forgive Society, the Law, the Church, the History of Europe, the Old Testament, great-great-aunt Salome and her prayer-book, the Bank of England, Prostitution, the Architect of Apsley Terrace, and half a dozen other useful props of civilization. All she could do was to go on forgetting them. But now she was able to forget them without flouting them by her forgetfulness.

If there is a God, he must be taking revenge on me for the things I've done. I'll live in a perpetual hell with you as my tormentor, and it will be my greatest delight.

The most easily manipulated? Social media. The extrovert colleague having a meal with her ‘squad’ could in fact be eating alone, reading a book. The artsy shot of the prize-winning book? Discarded after the first page.

I've been very influenced by folklore, fairy tales, and folk ballads, so I love all the classic works based on these things -- like George Macdonald's 19th century fairy stories, the fairy poetry of W.B. Yeats, and Sylvia Townsend Warner's splendid book The Kingdoms of Elfin. (I think that particular book of hers wasn't published until the 1970s, not long before her death, but she was an English writer popular in the middle decades of the 20th century.) I'm also a big Pre-Raphaelite fan, so I love William Morris' early fantasy novels. Oh, and "Lud-in-the-Mist" by Hope Mirrlees (Neil Gaiman is a big fan of that one too), and I could go on and on but I won't!

FRANK: That boy’s going to be a real doctor; he’s smart. JIM: Over my dead body he’ll be a doctor. A good beginning, too. FRANK: Why? It’s an honorable profession. JIM, looks at him tiredly: Frank, will you stop talking like a civics book? Keller laughs. FRANK: Why, I saw a movie a couple of weeks ago, reminded me of you. There was a doctor in that picture . . . KELLER: Don Ameche! FRANK: I think it was, yeah. And he worked in his basement discovering things. That’s what you ought to do; you could help humanity, instead of . . . JIM: I would love to help humanity on a Warner Brothers salary.

My friend J. Warner Wallace is one of the most thoughtful and winsome apologists for the gospel I know. Cold-Case Christianity is literally packed with insights to share with the skeptics in your life, and this book will give you the confidence to share it!” Dr. Rick Warren, author of The Purpose-Driven Life and pastor of Saddleback Church

You're actually each other's wingman. You never leave your partner vulnerable." - Graham Warner, husband of fun-loving seven-time cancer survivor Dionne Warner

Those two really tall buildings are the World Trade Center — the Twin Towers.

Books are easily destroyed but words will live as long as people can remember them

The island children did not look at the Aldens. In fact, they looked the other way.

He was at least twenty pounds overweight, and was pushing for more. As a bachelor, he couldn't cook, and ended up having most of his meals in bars. Sometimes he even ate.

Live laugh love, Aaron Warner <33

Often statues depicting the Buddha’s moment of enlightenment show him touching the ground. This symbolizes that his enlightened state included a firm grounding in this reality instead of serving as an escape from it.

it’s still absurd from a Buddhist standpoint to say the mountain on which the old man / wild fox met Hyakujo is the same one that existed millions of years ago. Yet there is still some kind of continuity from the past to the present, and we all know that.

Dumb-bunnies think that if they don’t understand the dharma or memorize it, then there’s no benefit to even hearing it. They think that the best thing is to pursue knowledge and that if they forget what they’ve learned they might as well not have learned it at all.

There is no ultimate arbiter of right or wrong. In the whole vast universe, there is nobody who knows what you should do in any given situation any better than you do — not your mom and dad, not your best friend Alice, not the president or the pope, and certainly not God.

It is not hunger and nakedness that worst afflict the poor, for a very little thieving or a small alms can remedy that. No, the wretchedness of the poor lies below hunger and nakedness. It consists in their incessant incertitude and fear, the drudging succession of shift and scheme and subterfuge, the labouring in the quicksand where every step that takes hold of the firm ground is also a step into the danger of condemnation. Not cold and hunger but Law and Justice are the bitterest affliction of the poor. Entering

Buddha himself said in the Kalama Sutra, Rely not on the teacher, but on the teaching. Rely not on the words of the teaching, but on the spirit of the words. Rely not on theory, but on experience. Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. Do not believe anything because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything because it is written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it. Thus

As a society we are only now getting close to where Dogen was eight hundred years ago. We are watching all our most basic assumptions about life, the universe, and everything come undone, just like Dogen saw his world fall apart when his parents died. Religions don’t seem to mean much anymore, except maybe to small groups of fanatics. You can hardly get a full-time job, and even if you do, there’s no stability. A college degree means very little. The Internet has leveled things so much that the opinions of the greatest scientists in the world about global climate change are presented as being equal to those of some dude who read part of the Bible and took it literally. The news industry has collapsed so that it’s hard to tell a fake headline from a real one. Money isn’t money anymore; it’s numbers stored in computers. Everything is changing so rapidly that none of us can hope to keep up. All this uncertainty has a lot of us scrambling for something certain to hang on to. But if you think I’m gonna tell you that Dogen provides us with that certainty, think again. He actually gives us something far more useful. Dogen gives us a way to be okay with uncertainty. This isn’t just something Buddhists need; it’s something we all need. We humans can be certainty junkies. We’ll believe in the most ridiculous nonsense to avoid the suffering that comes from not knowing something. It’s like part of our brain is dedicated to compulsive dot-connecting. I think we’re wired to want to be certain. You have to know if that’s a rope or a snake, if the guy with the chains all over his chest is a gangster or a fan of bad seventies movies. Being certain means being safe. The downfall is that we humans think about a lot of stuff that’s not actually real. We crave certainty in areas where there can never be any. That’s when we start in with believing the crazy stuff. Dogen is interesting because he tries to cut right to the heart of this. He gets into what is real and what is not. Probably the main reason he’s so difficult to read is that Dogen is trying to say things that can’t actually be said. So he has to bend language to the point where it almost breaks. He’s often using language itself to show the limitations of language. Even the very first readers of his writings must have found them difficult. Dogen understood both that words always ultimately fail to describe reality and that we human beings must rely on words anyway. So he tried to use words to write about that which is beyond words. This isn’t really a discrepancy. You use words, but you remain aware of their limitations. My teacher used to say, “People like explanations.” We do. They’re comforting. When the explanation is reasonably correct, it’s useful.

While the mystery element is central to each of Miss Warner’s books, she never thought of them as strictly juvenile mysteries. She liked to stress the Aldens’ independence and resourcefulness and their solid New England devotion to using up and making do. The Aldens go about most of their adventures with as little adult supervision as possible—something else that delights young readers.

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Watch wagged his tail. Benny looked down at him. “No, Watch,” he said. “Chocolate is not one of your favorite things. Chocolate is very bad for dogs, remember? You like dog biscuits

Benny let out a moan as everything fell to the floor.

Claire

enjoying juice, milk, and a basketful of warm cranberry and banana muffins and sweet rolls,

Be careful not to drip mustard on your clothes,

The four children jumped up so quickly that Mr. Alden threw back his head and laughed.

We must be magnetic.” “And attract adventures,

Do you think we could find any wampum here, Joe?” asked Henry.

Two each,” said Jessie. She gave them out. That is, she rolled two potatoes to each one. “Now let’s put the canned milk in the water pail with some spring water.” “What a dinner!” cried Benny. “I don’t like canned milk when I’m home. But it tastes all right here.” It was certainly queer not to have any dishes except a water pail and milk cans. But even as the wind kept on blowing and the rain kept on falling, everyone was very happy to have tin cups and a water pail. “We are pretty lucky to have anything to eat,” said Violet. “If you hadn’t found the bag, Benny, we wouldn’t be eating now.” The children opened the hot potatoes with sticks. They ate them with small sticks. “Awfully hot, aren’t they?” said Henry, burning his fingers. “But aren’t they delicious!” “We have to eat slowly this time,” said Joe. “Make them last as long as you can.

Jessie said, “Fine. But we need some lunch. Let’s get some food from the store here and then go.” Grandfather agreed and let Jessie plan to get what was needed. “We can eat in the woods before we go up the trail,” she said. The Aldens were soon on their way, Henry driving in the lead. When they had driven as far as they could into the woods, Henry and Mr. Carter parked the cars. Lunch was quickly eaten because everyone was so curious about the Indian in the woods. Benny called back, “When we get there, do you think it is all right to knock on the door?” “I should think so,” said Henry. “What else can we do? We want to go in and meet him, don’t we? The ranger said he was perfectly harmless.

Benny said, “Oh, I can hardly wait to wash my hands! It has been two days since I’ve really washed them!” “Funny to hear you say that, Ben,” said Henry. “I’m going to take a shower the first thing I do.

I want you to see the spring where the water comes from. Be careful of the coconuts. They may fall on your head. If you hear one coming from the trees, you must get out from under fast.

GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER discovered when she was teaching that many readers who like an exciting story could find no books that were both easy and fun to read. She decided to try to meet this need, and her first book, The Boxcar Children, quickly proved she had succeeded. Miss Warner drew on her own experiences to write the mystery. As a child she spent hours watching trains go by on the tracks opposite her family home. She often dreamed about what it would be like to set up housekeeping in a caboose or freight car—the situation the Alden children find themselves in. While the mystery element is central to each of Miss Warner’s books, she never thought of them as strictly juvenile mysteries. She liked to stress the Aldens’ independence and resourcefulness and their solid New England devotion to using up and making do. The Aldens go about most of their adventures with as little adult supervision as possible—something else that delights young readers. Miss Warner lived in Putnam, Connecticut, until her death in l979. During her lifetime, she received hundreds of letters from girls and boys telling her how much they liked her books.

spy with my little eye something made of gold: So follow the clues both night and day; leave no stone unturned, the game’s in play. “‘Leave no stone unturned?

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Baker Brooks —can get dogs to follow him —said that selling stolen dogs is easy money —was around Dog Gone Good when Grayson was stolen —accused Roxanne of stealing Boxcar, then changed his mind “The third person

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Benny saw someone peering through the trees. The person was very tall and dressed in a dark suit. That’s odd, Benny thought. Why would someone be walking around in the woods behind the kennels? He started to wave, but as he lifted his arm, the person ducked behind a tree, as if he or she didn’t want to be seen. “Benny!” called Henry. “Henry, there’s someone — ” Benny began. “Come on!” Jessie cried. “Anna’s first lesson is starting.” Not wanting to miss anything, Benny forgot about the person in the woods and hurried over to the others.

I exhort you only to one thing, that you rise up for Allah's sake by twos and simply; then ponder! There is no madness in your companion. He is only a warner to you before a severe chastisement.

Slogon: A Call For The Overthrow Of The World Government! 666 I, Compton Gage, CALL on world believers of righteousness to wage 'all-out war' on the World Government, the infidels... Jihad is obligatory, not only for the Muslims! All world believers of righteousness are required to pladge allegiance to Allah! World believers of righteousness must fight the enemies of Allah through uncompromising... I urge the believers to fight; if there be of you twenty steadfast, they shall overcome two hundred; and if there be of you a hundred, they shall overcome a thousand of those who disbelieve- O you who believe, fight those of the disbelievers who are near to you and let them find firmness in you. And know that Allah is with those who keep their duty. Behold, if you are in doubt as to my religion, (know that) I serve not those whom you werve besides Allah, but I serve Allah who causes you to die; and I am commanded to be of the believers- Seest thou not those who change Allah's favour for disbelief and make their people to alight in the abode of perdition- And those who flee for Allah's sake after they are oppressed, We shall certainly give them a good abode in the world; and the reward of the Hereafter is much greater... And on the day when We raise up a witness out of every nation, then permission (to offer excuse) will not be allowed to make amends. I exhort you only to one thing, that you rise up for Allah's sake by twos and simply; then ponder! There is no madness in your companion. He is only a warner to you before a severe chastisement. We have adorned the lower heaven with an adornment, the star- They cannot listen to the exalted assembly and they are reproached from every side. And whoever turns himself away from remembrance of the Beneficent, We appoint for him a devil so he is his associate. They are times appointed for men, and (for) the pilgrimage. And it is not righteousness that you enter the house by their backs but he is righteous who keeps his duty. And go into the houses by their doors; and keep your duty to Allah, that you may be successful. And fight in the way of Allah against those who fight against you but be not aggressive. Surely Allah loves not the aggressors. Fight not with them at the Sacred Mosque until they fight with you in it; So if they fight you (in it), slay them. Such is the recompense of the disbelievers. And fight them until there is no persecution, religion is only for Allah. But if they desist, then there should be no hostility except against the oppressors. Death, man must face... ... death does not bring the life of a man to an end; it only opens the door to a higher form of life. Just as from dust is evolved the man, from the deeds which he does is evolved the higher man. Fear thou not; for I am with thee; be not dismayed; for I am thy...! I will strengthen thee; yea; I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteouness; Behold, all they that were incensed against thee shall be confounded; they shall be as nothing; and they that strive with thee shall perish... And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this! I give unto you power to tread on evil and over all the power of the devil, and nothing shall by any means hurt you. I come not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. A Call For The Overthrow Of The World Government! Kill Them All! Compton Gage

If we can find a way as a society to integrate these two opposing outlooks, we’ll no longer have to fight about them. Right now we deal with the contradictions between science and religion by allowing them to operate in completely separate arenas. The Buddhist outlook allows us to fully integrate them. I don’t think this integration will happen for a few hundred years, at least. By then Buddhism will probably no longer be called “Buddhism” and won’t have much connection to ancient Indian cosmology and mythology. But I think future historians will see the connection between Buddhism and a more fully integrated and realistic view of life.

Dogen takes the basic premise of Buddhism to its ultimate conclusion. And he does so fearlessly. He doesn’t accept any doctrine without question. He is the ultimate skeptic — he’s skeptical even of himself, his own senses, and his own conclusions. That kind of attitude would paralyze most people. Yet Dogen manages to take that skepticism and turn it into something that’s freeing rather than paralyzing. It’s also a very contemporary attitude. As a society we are only now getting close to where Dogen was eight hundred years ago.

the woman. “Well, he never came to see us,” said Henry. “He

THE BOXCAR CHILDREN MYSTERIES THE BOXCAR CHILDREN SURPRISE ISLAND THE YELLOW HOUSE MYSTERY MYSTERY RANCH MIKE’S MYSTERY BLUE BAY MYSTERY THE WOODSHED MYSTERY THE LIGHTHOUSE MYSTERY MOUNTAIN TOP MYSTERY SCHOOLHOUSE MYSTERY CABOOSE MYSTERY HOUSEBOAT MYSTERY SNOWBOUND MYSTERY TREE HOUSE MYSTERY

She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes, and her skin was deeply tanned.

Humph!

fall

That man had blond hair, all right, and he smiled and showed all his teeth.

Stop, you boys,” cried Henry. “Don’t fight the minute you meet.” “Well, Mike started it,” shouted Benny. “I did not! You started it,” shouted Mike. “Boys!” said Henry. “Stop this minute. Aren’t you friends?” “We’re friends,

And I thought I was the only one who put two and two together!” Everyone

Henry laughed. He said, “You are more like Grandfather Alden every day, Ben. I only hope Mr. Lee will answer your question, because we all want to know.” CHAPTER 2 Benny Hunts for Treasure At last Jessie said, “Let’s do the dishes and go for a swim.” Violet

Mr. Farrier is acting weird,

At Warner Brothers, the importance of interoffice memorandum was underscored with a note to all personnel at the bottom of the studio’s official printed correspondence sheets: VERBAL MESSAGES CAUSE MISUNDERSTANDING AND DELAYS (PLEASE PUT THEM IN WRITING).

She misses her place: her squashy two-seater, watching the rain fall on next door’s flat, book time while eating, uninterrupted.

tired faces of his grandchildren.

So if you’re interested in what I have to say, keep reading. If you find something, some little thing that resonates and might do some good in your life, great. If you get to the end of this book (or to the middle, or to page 27 second paragraph down) and think the book is crap, leave it on the subway and forget about it. No problem.

The downfall is that we humans think about a lot of stuff that’s not actually real. We crave certainty in areas where there can never be any. That’s when we start in with believing the crazy stuff.

In Dōgen’s view everything is sacred, and to single out one specific thing, like a book or a city or a person, as being more sacred than anything else is a huge mistake.

Buddhism is basically an oral tradition, not a religion based on a book. The meaning behind the words is far more important than the specific words used to convey that meaning. The way human beings tend to misremember what they’ve heard is actually part of the Zen tradition.

four habits taught in this book serve as a summary of the foundational lessons that can move our default setting from fear to joy.

Just reading this book won’t change anything, but putting into practice what you learn here can make all the difference in the world.

Reading this book won’t help you at all. But doing the exercises in it will change your life.

The information and exercises in this book have deeply changed our lives, transformed our parenting, invigorated our marriage, and changed how we approach life and relationships.

Yes, we’ll be glad to,” said Joe. “We have a lot of fish

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That’s what I was doing the day you children found me in your grandfather’s room.” Mr.

Few of My Favorite Things 15 MIN 1. Take turns sharing a favorite activity you enjoyed growing up. Include reasons why this activity was so meaningful for you and a special memory associated with this activity. 3 MIN EXAMPLE: I used to ride my bicycle all around my neighborhood and this was special for me because I would enjoy the wind on my face. I remember having my paper route and how fun it was to deliver newspapers … 2. After each person shares his or her favorite activity, take turns validating each other and highlight how important this was to him or her. 2 MIN EXAMPLE: I can tell you really enjoyed riding your bike when you were younger and delivering newspapers. Feeling the wind on your face was very freeing for you … 3. Now take turns sharing your favorite food along with reasons why this food is a favorite. Include a special memory associated with this food. 3 MIN 4. After each person shares his or her favorite food, take turns validating each other and highlight how important this food is to him or her. 2 MIN 5. Next, take turns sharing one of your favorite songs. Include why this song is important to you and any special memories associated with this song. 3 MIN NOTE: You can insert a favorite movie, book, or Scripture verse here instead of a song if you like. 6. After each person shares his or her favorite song, validate emotions and highlight how important this song is for him or her. 1 MIN 7. Close with a moment of quiet cuddling and resting together. 1 MIN

I had learned that a few of Bardot's Warner Music executives had asked her to remain in the band long enough to see out our booked commitments because everyone knew how much we deserved that money. But these requests were denied; Sophie's solo career was deemed more important.

Judging by most dating profiles I’ve seen, we as a society really took that “teach a man to fish” proverb to heart… - Imogen Warner, swiping left on yet another fish photo

God, grant me the confidence of a mediocre, medium-ugly man. - Imogen Warner, psyching herself up

. Then I found myself toying with pomposities like The Time of the Hero, but my feeling is, if the title is too boring to read all the way through, it might keep readers from trying the novel. So Kahawa it is. The original publisher of Kahawa, in 1982, was in the midst of an upheaval. My original editor was let go before publication, to be replaced with an oil painting of an editor; pleasant, even comforting to look at, but not much help in the trenches. The publisher moved by fits and starts—more fits than starts, actually—and though the book received good reviews, no one at the publishing house seemed able to figure out how to suggest that anybody might enjoy reading it. So it didn’t do well. My current publisher is not suffering upheavals, my current editor is lively and professional, and when it was suggested that Kahawa might be given a second chance of life, I was both astonished and very pleased. I’ve made minor changes in the text, nothing substantive, and agreed to write this introduction, and here we are, by golly, airborne again. By coincidence, I ran into that oil painting at a party a few months ago. He said, “Are you writing any more African adventure novels?” “No,” I said, “but Warner is going to put out Kahawa again, in hardcover.” His jaw dropped. “Why?” he asked. (This is what we have to put up with, sometimes.) “I think they like it,” I said. I hope you do, too.

God's Fool If loving God, celebrating God, loving life, being a servant, loving my neighbor is foolish then let me be a fool. If loving God, celebrating God though art, poetry, song & dance is a fools game then let me be a fool. If trusting Jesus is a foolish waste of time and energy then let it be known by one and all I shall waste everyday every dollar I shall waste time and eternity celebrating Jesus the one who loves and delights in me.

Harold Jennings

broke?

Mrs. Wood was indeed making pies. She was taking the third pie out of the oven. When she looked up and saw

All the children rushed over to Aunt Jane. All but Mike. He just stood and looked at the paper in her hand.

Maggie had sent up a large basket of sandwiches and salad and pink lemonade with ice in it.

The children ate everything on the table. They ate hamburgers and rolls and tomatoes and beans and corn, and they drank many glasses of milk.

The children took turns with the news. They told Aunt Jane all about the fire and meeting Mr. Carter again.

Henry telephoned to his grandfather miles away in Greenfield.

told them that just one of the old valentines was worth many dollars,

Then the people began to come to the party. The two dogs ran around having a wonderful time.

little white house near the foot of the lighthouse with a little path between. The two buildings stood on a rocky point of land, almost in the water.

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they went up the steps of the small caboose, Benny said in a low voice to his brother, “Did Mr. Carr say history or mystery?” “He said history,” said Henry, laughing. “But I’m sure you’ll think there is a mystery, too.

Kafir is not a neutral word. Instead, it defines a subhuman, so it is bigoted and biased.

remember? That’s why seeing us reminded her of her playhouse

for Benny, J for Jessie, V for Violet, H for Henry, and G for grandfather

extended from the top of each pole to a peg. “Okay,” he said. “Time to put up the tent.