Woche 1624

💬 Zitate

She was back where she'd started, and could not believe 24 hours had passed. Should it have been more or less? — The Crying Of Lot 49

He's losing his identity, Edna, how else can I put it? Day by day, Wendell is less himself and more generic. He enters a staff meeting and the room is suddenly full of people, you know? He's a walking assembly of man. — The Crying Of Lot 49

The day after reading Blobb's Feregrinations she, with Bortz, Grace, and the graduate students, attended Randolph Driblette's burial, listened to a younger brother's helpless, stricken eulogy, watched the mother, spectral in afternoon smog, cry, and came back at night to sit on the grave and drink Napa Valley muscatel, which Driblette in his time had put away barrels of. There was no moon, smog covered the stars, all black as a Tristero rider. — The Crying Of Lot 49

Ich habe Leute im Liegestuhl allen Ernstes behaupten hören, es sei ja weniger die Hitze als die enorme Luftfeuchtigkeit. — Schrecklich amüsant – aber in Zukunft ohne mich

Die Lufttemperatur bewegte sich im gebärmütterlichen Bereich. Die Sonne selbst schien auf maximale Annehmlichkeit voreingestellt. — Schrecklich amüsant – aber in Zukunft ohne mich

Penetranz geht vor Varianz. — Schrecklich amüsant – aber in Zukunft ohne mich

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. — Dune

If wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets — Dune