All of the hot-dog stands were boarded up with strips of golden planking, sealing in all the mustard, onion, meat odors of the long, joyful summer. It was like nailing summer into a series of coffins.
After all, when we had all the books we needed, we still insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pi...
A lot will be lost that way, of course.But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them.
A long time back, she thought, I dreamed a dream, and was enjoying it so much when someone wakened me, and that day I was born. And now? Now, let me see...She cast her mind back. Where was I? she thou...
A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, or all three together, is good medicine.
A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.
Trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground,...
И если утонете по дороге, так хоть будете знать, что плыли к берегу.
Ето, в това е нещастието на вашето поколоение - възкликна дядото. - Слушай, Бил, срам ме е заради тебе, и ти си ми бил журналист! Изхвърляте от тоя живот всичко, което е сложено в него, за да му дава...
As a final note, in these days when we worry and we argue about whether ebooks are real books, I love how broad Ray Bradbury’s definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not...
Отваряйте си очите, момчета, отваряйте ги, за да запомните всяка изминала секунда! Всичко, което заслужава да се помни!
I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.
—¿Qué miras papá?—Estoy buscando lógica terrestre, sentido común, gobierno honesto, paz y responsabilidad. —¿Todas esas cosas están allá arriba?—No. No las he encontrado. Ya no están ahí. Y nunca volv...
ما أندر أن تأخذ وجوه أُناس آخرين شيئًا منك لترمي عليك من جديد ملامحك الخاصة وأعمق ما في باطنك من أفكارٍ مترجرجة
الكتاب الجيدون كثيرا ما يلمسون الحياة والكتاب السيئون يمرون سريعا فوقهاالكتاب السيئون يغتصبونها ويتركونها للذباب
Если драма бессодержательна, фильм пустой, а комедия бездарна, дайте мне дозу возбуждающего – ударьте по нервам оглушительной музыкой! И мне будет казаться, что я реагирую на пьесу, тогда как это всег...
Всичко сега тръгва в обратен ред. Като на някои сутрешни кинопрожекции, когато героят изскача от водата върху трамплина. Щом дойде септември, затварят се прозорците, дотогава отворени, събуват се гуме...
«Считать метафору доказательством, поток праздных слов источником истины, а себя оракулом – это заблуждение, свойственное всем нам», – как сказал однажды мистер Поль Валери.
We’re the start of an amazing, dumbfounding history of survival that will only get better as the centuries pass.
The city rolled over and fell down dead. The sound of its death came after.