Ups Quotes (page 461)
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We're giving up free range, getting organized, feathering our emotions. Efficiency an effectiveness and all those other pieces of intellectual artifice. And with the loss of free range, the cowboy disappears, along with the mountain lion and gray wolf. There's not much room left for travelers.
Robert James Waller
No. Your crime has no conscience. You haven't been driven to do it by some oppressive socialforce. How I hate to be reasonable. You're not against the rich. Nobody's against the rich. Everybody'sten seconds from being rich. Or so everybody thought. No. Your crime is in your head. Another foolshooting up a diner because because
Don DeLillo
Tessa was convinced that it was a lie, and also that everything she had done in her life, telling herself that it was for the best, had been no more than blind selfishness, generating confusion and mess all around. But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know they all were?
J. K. Rowling
Got a kick for a dog. Beggin' for Love. I gotta have my suffering. So that I can have my cross. I know a cat named Easter. He says will you ever learn. You're just an empty cage girl. If you kill the bird. I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streetslooking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets. I've been raising up my hands. Drive another nail in. Got enough guilt to startmy own religion
Tori Amos
Let us arise and go nowto the Isle of Manisfreeand live the true blue simple lifeof wisdom and wondermentwhere all things growstraight upaslant and singingin the yellow sunpoppies out of cowpodsthinking angels out of turds. I must arise and go nowto the Isle of Manisfreeway up behind the broken wordsand woods of Arcady.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
This is not a God with a form. No white clothes, no long beard. This God has no doctrine, no scripture, no precepts. No reward, no punishment. This God doesn't give, and doesn't take away. There is no heaven up in the sky, no hell down below. When it's hot, and when it's cold, God is simply there
Haruki Murakami
Love, as the poet says, is like the spring. It grows on you and seduces you slowly and gently, but it holds tight like the roots of a tree. You don't know until you're ready to go that you can't move, that you would have to mutilate yourself in order to be free. That's the feeling. It doesn't last, at least it doesn't have to. But it holds on like a steel claw in your chest. Even if the tree dies, the roots cling to you. I've seen men and women give up everything for love that once was.
Walter Mosley
