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Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver (born April 8, 1955) is an American fiction writer. She has written several novels and poems, and established the Bellwether Prize for "literature of social change".

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 * I have been afraid of putting air in a tire ever since I saw a tractor tire blow up and throw Newt Hardbine's father over the top of the Standard Oil sign. I'm not lying. He got stuck up there. About nineteen people congregated during the time it took for Norman Strick to walk up to the Courthouse and blow the whistle for the volunteer fire department. They eventually did come with the ladder and haul him down, and he wasn't dead but lost his hearing and in many other ways was never the same afterward. They said he overfilled the tire.
 * The Bean Trees (1988).

 * A wife is the earth itself, changing hands, bearing scars.
 * The Poisonwood Bible (1998).

 * Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen. All secrets are witnessed.
 * Prodigal Summer (2000).

Animal Dreams (1990)

 * The march of human progress seemed mainly a matter of getting over that initial shock of being here.
 * Animal Dreams.

 * At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But at another point, much earlier I think, I'd quietly begun to hope for nothing at all in the way of love, so as not to be disappointed. It works. It gets to be a habit.
 * Codi Noline, Animal Dreams.

 * He was wounded. I suppose some sharp thing in me wanted to sting him, for making me need him now. After he'd once cut me to the edge of what a soul will bear. But that was senseless.... I looked at this grown-up Loyd and tried to make sense of him, seeing clearly that he was too sweet to survive around me. I would go to my grave expecting the weapon in the empty hand.
 * Codi Noline, Animal Dreams.

 * Libraries are the one American institution you shouldn't rip off.
 * Hallie Noline, Animal Dreams.

 * Every minute with a child takes seven minutes off your life.
 * Animal Dreams.

 * It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.
 * Emelina, Animal Dreams.

 * We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.
 * Animal Dreams, page 118.

 * The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
 * Animal Dreams.

Flight Behavior (2012)

 * A flock is nothing but the put-together of all your past choices.
 * Hester to Dellarobia, her daughter-in-law, Flight Behavior, page 462 (ISBN 978-0-571-29081-9).

 * Even the most recalcitrant climate scientists agree now, the place is heating up.  pretty much every one of the lot. Unless some other outcome is written on the subject line of his paycheck. [...] If you were here to get information, Tina, you would not be standing in my laboratory telling me what scientists think.
 * The entomologist Ovid Byron to the journalist Tina Ultner, Flight Behavior, page 505-506 (ISBN 978-0-571-29081-9).

 * Cub retreated to the familiar grounds of remorse and insufficiency, the terms of his existence, ratified by marriage. He could construct defeat from any available material and live inside it, but for once Dellarobia didn't go there with him. she was going ahead.
 * Flight Behavior, page 576 (ISBN 978-0-571-29081-9).

 * There is some kind of juice in our brains that makes us only care about what's in front of us right this minute. Even if we know something different will happen later and we should think about that too. [...] If I could teach you one thing, Preston, that's it. Think about what's coming at you later on.
 * Dellarobia Turnbow speaking to her son, Flight Behavior, page 589 (ISBN 978-0-571-29081-9).

 * I also thank Bill McKibben and his 350.org colleagues for the most important work in the world, and the most unending.
 * "Author's note", Flight Behavior, page 599 (ISBN 978-0-571-29081-9).

Quotes about Barbara Kingsolver

 * you will find elements of magic realism in literature from all over the world—not just in Latin America. You will find it in Scandinavian sagas, in African poetry, in Indian literature written in English, in American literature written by ethnic minorities. Writers like Salman Rushdie, Toni Morrison, Barbara Kingsolver, and Alice Hoffman all use this style.
 * Isabel Allende Interview

 * Louise Erdrich, Barbara Kingsolver. They write, as you say, from the margins: a subversive novel, with an anti-WASP tone that I love.
 * 1991 interview included in Conversations with Isabel Allende (1999) Translated from Spanish by Virginia Invernizzi

 * As Barbara Kingsolver's Holding the Line demonstrates, distinctions between traditional/nontraditional, striker/supporter, Mexican/Euro-American can become blurred.
 * Vicki L. Ruiz, From Out of the Shadows: Mexican Women in Twentieth-Century America

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Book of Proverbs

The Book of Proverbs (Hebrew: מִשְלֵי, Míshlê, "Proverbs") is a book of the Hebrew Bible.

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Proverbs 1

 * The proverbs of Solomon the son of David, king of Israel; To know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding; To receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgment, and equity; To give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion.
 * 1:1-4, King James Version

 * The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.
 * 1:7, King James Version

 * My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.
 * 1:10, King James Version

 * Such is the fate of everyone who goes in search of profit; it takes away the life of its owners.
 * 1:19, Bible in Basic English

 * How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
 * 1:22, King James Version

Proverbs 2

 * So follow the way of good people And stay on the paths of the righteous, For only the upright will reside in the earth, And the blameless will remain in it. As for the wicked, they will be cut off from the earth, And the treacherous will be torn away from it.
 * 2:20-22, New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures

Proverbs 3

 * Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart.
 * 3:3, King James Version

 * Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
 * 3:5, New International Version

 * Be not wise in thine own eyes, fear the Lord and shun evil.
 * 3:7, King James Version

 * Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding. For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.
 * 3:13-15, King James Version

 * Envy thou not the oppressor, and choose none of his ways.
 * 3:31, King James Version

Proverbs 4

 * Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.
 * 4:6, New International Version

 * Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding.
 * 4:7, New International Version

 * But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day

 * 4:18, English Standard Version

 * Keep your heart with all diligence, For out of it is the wellspring of life.
 * 4:23, World English Bible

Proverbs 6

 * Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise: Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
 * 6:6-8, King James Version

Proverbs 8

 * A passage in which the poetic personification of Wisdom speaks · Full text online

 * Doth not wisdom cry? and understanding put forth her voice? She standeth in the top of high places, by the way in the places of the paths. She crieth at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the coming in at the doors. Unto you, O men, I call; and my voice is to the sons of man. O ye simple, understand wisdom: and, ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart. Hear; for I will speak of excellent things; and the opening of my lips shall be right things. For my mouth shall speak truth; and wickedness is an abomination to my lips. All the words of my mouth are in righteousness; there is nothing froward or perverse in them. They are all plain to him that understandeth, and right to them that find knowledge. Receive my instruction, and not silver; and knowledge rather than choice gold. For wisdom is better than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it. I wisdom dwell with prudence, and find out knowledge of witty inventions. The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate. Counsel is mine, and sound wisdom: I am understanding; I have strength.
 * 8:1-14 (KJV)

 * I lead in the way of righteousness, in the midst of the paths of judgment: That I may cause those that love me to inherit substance; and I will fill their treasures. The Lord possessed me in the beginning of his way, before his works of old. I was set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or ever the earth was. When there were no depths, I was brought forth; when there were no fountains abounding with water. Before the mountains were settled, before the hills was I brought forth: While as yet he had not made the earth, nor the fields, nor the highest part of the dust of the world. When he prepared the heavens, I was there: when he set a compass upon the face of the depth: When he established the clouds above: when he strengthened the fountains of the deep: When he gave to the sea his decree, that the waters should not pass his commandment: when he appointed the foundations of the earth: Then I was by him, as one brought up with him: and I was daily his delight, rejoicing always before him; Rejoicing in the habitable part of his earth; and my delights were with the sons of men. Now therefore hearken unto me, O ye children: for blessed are they that keep my ways. Hear instruction, and be wise, and refuse it not. Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors. For whoso findeth me findeth life, and shall obtain favour of the LORD. But he that sinneth against me wrongeth his own soul: all they that hate me love death.
 * 8:20 - 36 (KJV)

Proverbs 9

 * אַל-תּוֹכַח לֵץ פֶּן-יִשְׂנָאֶךָּ הוֹכַח לְחָכָם וְיֶאֱהָבֶךָּ
 * Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee: rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.
 * 9:8, King James Version

Proverbs 10

 * Where there is much talk there will be no end to sin, but he who keeps his mouth shut does wisely.
 * 10:19

Proverbs 11

 * The LORD abhors dishonest scales, but accurate weights are his delight.
 * 11:1, New International Version

Proverbs 12

 * He that loveth correction, loveth knowledge: but he that hateth reproof is foolish.
 * 12:1, Douay Rheims Bible

 * A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.
 * 12:10, King James Version

 * Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight.
 * 12:22, King James Version

Proverbs 13

 * He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin.
 * 13:3, New International Version

 * The sluggard craves and gets nothing, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.
 * 13:4, New International Version

 * The teaching of the wise is a fountain of life, turning men away from the nets of death.
 * 13:14, Bible in Basic English

 * The law of the wise is a fountain of life, to depart from the snares of death.
 * 13:14, King James Version

Proverbs 14

 * The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.
 * 14:1, New International Version

 * The simple believes everything, But the prudent man carefully considers his ways.
 * 14:15, World English Bible

 * The wise man, fearing, keeps himself from evil; but the foolish man goes on in his pride, with no thought of danger.
 * 14:16, Bible in Basic English

 * In all labor there is profit, But idle chatter leads only to poverty.
 * 14:23; New King James Version

 * A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones.
 * 14:30, King James Version

 * He that oppresseth the poor reproacheth his Maker; But he that hath mercy on the needy honoreth him.
 * 14:31, American Standard Version

 * Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.
 * 14:34, King James Version

Proverbs 15

 * A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
 * 15:1, New International Version

 * Better is little with the fear of the LORD than great treasure and trouble therewith.
 * 15:16, King James Version

 * Plans fail when there is no consultation, But there is accomplishment through many advisers.
 * 15:22, New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures

Proverbs 16

 * All one’s ways are pure in one’s own eyes, but the measurer of motives is the LORD.
 * 16:2, New American Bible Revised Edition

 * Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.
 * 16:3, New International Version

 * A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.
 * 16:9, King James Version

 * Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
 * 16:18, King James Version

 * The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
 * 16:31, King James Version

Proverbs 17

 * Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, Than a house full of feasting with strife.
 * 17:1, American Standard Version

 * A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
 * 17:22, King James Version

 * A discerning man keeps wisdom in view, but a fool's eyes wander to the ends of the earth.
 * 17:24, New International Version

 * A foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her that bare him.
 * 17:25, King James Version

 * A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, and a man of understanding is even-tempered.
 * 17:27, New International Version

 * Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue.
 * 17:28, New International Version

Proverbs 19

 * A person’s wisdom yields patience; it is to one’s glory to overlook an offense.
 * 19:11, New International Version

Proverbs 20

 * Wine makes men foolish, and strong drink makes men come to blows; and whoever comes into error through these is not wise.
 * 20:1, Bible in Basic English

Proverbs 21

 * A king’s heart is like streams of water in Jehovah’s hand. He directs it wherever He pleases.
 * 21:1, New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures

 * To do justice and judgment is more acceptable to the LORD than sacrifice.
 * 21:3, King James Version

 * It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and an angry woman.
 * 21:19, King James Version

 * It is better to dwell in a desert land, Than with a contentious and fretful woman.
 * 21:19, American Standard Version

 * Whoso keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles.
 * 21:23, King James Version

Proverbs 22

 * A prudent man foreseeth the evil, and hideth himself: but the simple pass on, and are punished.
 * 22:3, King James Version

 * Thorns and snares are in the way of the perverse: He that keepeth his soul shall be far from them.
 * 22:5, American Standard Version

 * Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
 * 22:6, King James Version love it

 * He that soweth iniquity shall reap calamity.
 * 22:8, American Standard Version

Proverbs 23

 * Labour not to be rich: cease from thine own wisdom. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven.
 * 23:4-5, King James Version

 * For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Eat and drink, saith he to thee; but his heart is not with thee.
 * 23:7, King James Version

 * Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words.
 * 23:9, King James Version

 * Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh: For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
 * 23:20-21, King James Version

 * Buy the truth, and sell it not; also wisdom, and instruction, and understanding.
 * 23:23, King James Version

Proverbs 24

 * A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.
 * 24:5, King James Version

 * For by wise counsel thou shalt make thy war: and in multitude of counsellors there is safety.
 * 24:6, King James Version

 * Meddle not with them that are given to change.
 * 24:21, King James Version

Proverbs 25

 * To speak a word in due time, is like apples of gold on beds of silver.
 * 25:11, Douay Rheims Bible

 * If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink: For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the LORD shall reward thee.
 * 25:21-22, King James Version

 * As a troubled fountain, and a corrupted spring, So is a righteous man that giveth way before the wicked.
 * 25:26, American Standard Version

Proverbs 26

 * As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.
 * 26:11, King James Version

 * Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein; and he that rolleth a stone, it shall return upon him.
 * 26:27, Darby's English Translation

Proverbs 28

 * The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.
 * 28:1, King James Version

 * They that forsake the law praise the wicked: but such as keep the law contend with them.
 * 28:4, King James Version

 * Evil men understand not judgment: but they that seek the LORD understand all things.
 * 28:5, King James Version

 * Better is the poor that walketh in his uprightness, than he that is perverse in his ways, though he be rich.
 * 28:6, King James Version

 * God detests the prayers of a person who ignores the law.
 * 28:9, New Living Translation

 * מְכַסֶּה פְשָׁעָיו לֹא יַצְלִיחַ וּמוֹדֶה וְעֹזֵב יְרֻחָם
 * He who conceals his sins does not prosper, but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy.
 * 28:13, New International Version

 * He that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent.
 * 28:20, King James Version

 * He that hasteth to be rich hath an evil eye, And considereth not that poverty shall come upon him.
 * 28:22, King James Version

Proverbs 31

 * It is not for kings, O Lemuel-- not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer, lest they drink and forget what the law decrees, and deprive all the oppressed of their rights. Give beer to those who are perishing, wine to those who are in anguish; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.
 * 31:4-7, New International Version

 * Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.
 * 31:8-9, New International Version

 * Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
 * 31:10, King James Version

 * Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
 * 31:30, New International Version

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The Man Who Was Thursday

The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare (1908), by G. K. Chesterton, is a novel that deals in an allegorical fashion with a group of conspirators promoting nihilistic anarchism to explore many questions of free will, the existence of evil, and various forms of manipulation and intrigue. It has been referred to as a metaphysical thriller.

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To Edmund Clerihew Bentley

 * Dedicatory poem, "To Edmund Clerihew Bentley"

 * ''A cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather, Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together. Science announced nonentity and art admired decay; The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay; Round us in antic order their crippled vices came — Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame.

 * Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung; The world was very old indeed when you and I were young. They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named: Men were ashamed of honour; but we were not ashamed.

 * I find again the book we found, I feel the hour that flings Far out of fish-shaped Paumanok some cry of cleaner things; And the Green Carnation withered, as in forest fires that pass, Roared in the wind of all the world ten million leaves of grass; Or sane and sweet and sudden as a bird sings in the rain — Truth out of Tusitala spoke and pleasure out of pain.
 * The Green Carnation here is reference to Oscar Wilde, and a scandal which arose after the publication of The Green Carnation, a satirical novel by Robert Smythe Hichens which portrayed his homosexual lifestyle, Leaves of Grass was a famously controversial work by poet Walt Whitman (who was born on Long Island which he often referred to by its earlier name of Paumanok), and Tusitala was a name used by Robert Louis Stevenson after he settled in Samoa.

 * This is a tale of those old fears, even of those emptied hells, And none but you shall understand the true thing that it tells — Of what colossal gods of shame could cow men and yet crash, Of what huge devils hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash. The doubts that were so plain to chase, so dreadful to withstand— Oh, who shall understand but you; yea, who shall understand? The doubts that drove us through the night as we two talked amain, And day had broken on the streets e'er it broke upon the brain. Between us, by the peace of God, such truth can now be told; Yea, there is strength in striking root and good in growing old. We have found common things at last and marriage and a creed, And I may safely write it now, and you may safely read.

Ch. I : The Two Poets of Saffron Park

 * This particular evening, if it is remembered for nothing else, will be remembered in that place for its strange sunset. It looked like the end of the world. All the heaven seemed covered with a quite vivid and palpable plumage; you could only say that the sky was full of feathers, and of feathers that almost brushed the face. Across the great part of the dome they were grey, with the strangest tints of violet and mauve and an unnatural pink or pale green; but towards the west the whole grew past description, transparent and passionate, and the last red-hot plumes of it covered up the sun like something too good to be seen. The whole was so close about the earth, as to express nothing but a violent secrecy. The very empyrean seemed to be a secret. It expressed that splendid smallness which is the soul of local patriotism. The very sky seemed small. I say that there are some inhabitants who may remember the evening if only by that oppressive sky.

 * "An artist is identical with an anarchist," he cried. "You might transpose the words anywhere. An anarchist is an artist. The man who throws a bomb is an artist, because he prefers a great moment to everything. He sees how much more valuable is one burst of blazing light, one peal of perfect thunder, than the mere common bodies of a few shapeless policemen. An artist disregards all governments, abolishes all conventions. The poet delights in disorder only. If it were not so, the most poetical thing in the world would be the Underground Railway."
 * Gregory to Syme

 * "The rare, strange thing is to hit the mark; the gross, obvious thing is to miss it. We feel it is epical when man with one wild arrow strikes a distant bird. Is it not also epical when man with one wild engine strikes a distant station? Chaos is dull; because in chaos the train might indeed go anywhere, to Baker Street, or to Bagdad. But man is a magician, and his whole magic is in this, that he does say Victoria, and lo! it is Victoria."
 * Syme to Gregory

 * It is always the humble man who talks too much; the proud man watches himself too closely.

Ch. II : The Secret of Gabriel Syme

 * "First of all, what is it really all about? What is it you object to? You want to abolish Government?" "To abolish God!" said Gregory, opening the eyes of a fanatic. "We do not only want to upset a few despotisms and police regulations; that sort of anarchism does exist, but it is a mere branch of the Nonconformists. We dig deeper and we blow you higher. We wish to deny all those arbitrary distinctions of vice and virtue, honour and treachery, upon which mere rebels base themselves. The silly sentimentalists of the French Revolution talked of the Rights of Man! We hate Rights as we hate Wrongs. We have abolished Right and Wrong." "And Right and Left," said Syme with a simple eagerness, "I hope you will abolish them too. They are much more troublesome to me."
 * Dialogue between Syme and Gregory

Ch. III : The Man Who Was Thursday

 * We all lament the sad decease of the heroic worker who occupied the post until last week. As you know, his services to the cause were considerable. He organised the great dynamite coup of Brighton which, under happier circumstances, ought to have killed everybody on the pier. As you also know, his death was as self-denying as his life, for he died through his faith in a hygienic mixture of chalk and water as a substitute for milk, which substance he regarded as barbaric, and as involving cruelty to the cow.
 * Comrade Buttons, on the death of the previous Thursday

 * Our belief has been slandered, it has been disfigured, it has been utterly confused and concealed, but it has never been altered. Those who talk about anarchism and its dangers go everywhere and anywhere to get their information, except to us, except to the fountain head. They learn about anarchists from sixpenny novels; they learn about anarchists from tradesmen's newspapers; they learn about anarchists from Ally Sloper's Half-Holiday and the Sporting Times. They never learn about anarchists from anarchists. We have no chance of denying the mountainous slanders which are heaped upon our heads from one end of Europe to another. The man who has always heard that we are walking plagues has never heard our reply. I know that he will not hear it tonight, though my passion were to rend the roof. For it is deep, deep under the earth that the persecuted are permitted to assemble, as the Christians assembled in the Catacombs.
 * Gregory

 * Perhaps we are both doing what we think right. But what we think right is so damned different that there can be nothing between us in the way of concession. There is nothing possible between us but honour and death.
 * Syme to Gregory

Ch. IV : The Tale of a Detective

 * Gabriel Syme was not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he was really a poet who had become a detective. Nor was his hatred of anarchy hypocritical. He was one of those who are driven early in life into too conservative an attitude by the bewildering folly of most revolutionists. He had not attained it by any tame tradition. His respectability was spontaneous and sudden, a rebellion against rebellion.

 * We say that the most dangerous criminal now is the entirely lawless modern philosopher. Compared to him, burglars and bigamists are essentially moral men; my heart goes out to them. They accept the essential ideal of man; they merely seek it wrongly. Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it. But philosophers dislike property as property; they wish to destroy the very idea of personal possession.
 * A Policeman and Gabriel Syme

 * I have the honour to be somewhat in the confidence of the chief of whom I have spoken. You should really come and see him. Or rather, I should not say see him, nobody ever sees him; but you can talk to him if you like.
 * A Policeman and Gabriel Syme

 * "You are the new recruit? All right, you are engaged." "I really have no experience..." "No one has any experience of the battle of Armageddon." "But I'm really unfit..." "You are willing, that is enough." "Now, really, I know of no occupation for which mere willingness is the final test." "I do. Martyrs. I am sending you to your death. Good day."
 * The Police Chief and Gabriel Syme

 * He walked on the Embankment once under a dark red sunset. The red river reflected the red sky, and they both reflected his anger. The sky, indeed, was so swarthy, and the light on the river relatively so lurid, that the water almost seemed of fiercer flame than the sunset it mirrored. It looked like a stream of literal fire winding under the vast caverns of a subterranean country.

Ch. V : The Feast of Fear

 * The one thing that can never be told is the last notion of the President, for his notions grow like a tropical forest. So in case you don't know, I'd better tell you that he is carrying out his notion of concealing ourselves by not concealing ourselves to the most extraordinary lengths just now. Originally, of course, we met in a cell underground, just as your branch does. Then Sunday made us take a private room at an ordinary restaurant. He said that if you didn't seem to be hiding nobody hunted you out. Well, he is the only man on earth, I know; but sometimes I really think that his huge brain is going a little mad in its old age. For now we flaunt ourselves before the public. We have our breakfast on a balcony — on a balcony, if you please — overlooking Leicester Square." "And what do the people say?" asked Syme. "It's quite simple what they say," answered his guide. "They say we are a lot of jolly gentlemen who pretend they are anarchists."
 * This to some extent evokes the question of Jesus to his disciples in the Gospel of Luke 9:18: Whom do the people say that I am? (Douay-Rheims translation)

 * "A man's brain is a bomb," he cried out, loosening suddenly his strange passion and striking his own skull with violence. "My brain feels like a bomb, night and day. It must expand! It must expand! A man's brain must expand, if it breaks up the universe." "I don't want the universe broken up just yet," drawled the Marquis. "I want to do a lot of beastly things before I die. I thought of one yesterday in bed."

 * "No, if the only end of the thing is nothing," said Dr. Bull with his sphinx-like smile, "it hardly seems worth doing." The old Professor was staring at the ceiling with dull eyes. "Every man knows in his heart," he said, "that nothing is worth doing."

Ch. VI : The Exposure

 * It never occurred to him to be spiritually won over to the enemy. Many moderns, inured to a weak worship of intellect and force, might have wavered in their allegiance under this oppression of a great personality. They might have called Sunday the super-man. If any such creature be conceivable, he looked, indeed, somewhat like it, with his earth-shaking abstraction, as of a stone statue walking. He might have been called something above man, with his large plans, which were too obvious to be detected, with his large face, which was too frank to be understood. But this was a kind of modern meanness to which Syme could not sink even in his extreme morbidity. Like any man, he was coward enough to fear great force; but he was not quite coward enough to admire it.

Ch. VII : The Unaccountable Conduct of Professor De Worms

 * If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

 * It seemed a symbol of human faith and valour that while the skies were darkening that high place of the earth was bright. The devils might have captured heaven, but they had not yet captured the cross. He had a new impulse to tear out the secret of this dancing, jumping and pursuing paralytic; and at the entrance of the court as it opened upon the Circus he turned, stick in hand, to face his pursuer.

 * "Sunday is a fixed star," he said. "You shall see him a falling star," said Syme, and put on his hat. The decision of his gesture drew the Professor vaguely to his feet. "Have you any idea," he asked, with a sort of benevolent bewilderment, "exactly where you are going?" "Yes," replied Syme shortly, "I am going to prevent this bomb being thrown in Paris."

Ch. VIII : The Professor Explains

 * Syme had for a flash the sensation that the cosmos had turned exactly upside down, that all trees were growing downwards and that all stars were under his feet. Then came slowly the opposite conviction. For the last twenty-four hours the cosmos had really been upside down, but now the capsized universe had come right side up again. This devil from whom he had been fleeing all day was only an elder brother of his own house, who on the other side of the table lay back and laughed at him. He did not for the moment ask any questions of detail; he only knew the happy and silly fact that this shadow, which had pursued him with an intolerable oppression of peril, was only the shadow of a friend trying to catch him up. He knew simultaneously that he was a fool and a free man. For with any recovery from morbidity there must go a certain healthy humiliation. There comes a certain point in such conditions when only three things are possible: first a perpetuation of Satanic pride, secondly tears, and third laughter.''' Syme's egotism held hard to the first course for a few seconds, and then suddenly adopted the third. Taking his own blue police ticket from his own waist coat pocket, he tossed it on to the table; then he flung his head back until his spike of yellow beard almost pointed at the ceiling, and shouted with a barbaric laughter.

 * Through all this ordeal his root horror had been isolation, and there are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one. That is why, in spite of a hundred disadvantages, the world will always return to monogamy.

 * Syme was able to pour out for the first time the whole of his outrageous tale, from the time when Gregory had taken him to the little tavern by the river. He did it idly and amply, in a luxuriant monologue, as a man speaks with very old friends. On his side, also, the man who had impersonated Professor de Worms was not less communicative. His own story was almost as silly as Syme's.

 * "Gogol was an idealist. He made up as the abstract or platonic ideal of an anarchist. But I am a realist. I am a portrait painter. But, indeed, to say that I am a portrait painter is an inadequate expression. I am a portrait." "I don't understand you," said Syme. "I am a portrait," repeated the Professor. "I am a portrait of the celebrated Professor de Worms, who is, I believe, in Naples."

 * Then he tried to blast my claims intellectually. I countered that by a very simple dodge. Whenever he said something that nobody but he could understand, I replied with something which I could not even understand myself.

Ch. IX : The Man in Spectacles

 * "Do you understand," said the other, "that this is a tragedy?" "Perfectly," replied Syme; "always be comic in a tragedy. What the deuce else can you do?"

Ch. X: The Duel

 * "Don't you know Sunday? Don't you know that his jokes are always so big and simple that one has never thought of them? Can you think of anything more like Sunday than this, that he should put all his powerful enemies on the Supreme Council, and then take care that it was not supreme? I tell you he has bought every trust, he has captured every cable, he has control of every railway line — especially of that railway line!" and he pointed a shaking finger towards the small wayside station. "The whole movement was controlled by him; half the world was ready to rise for him. But there were just five people, perhaps, who would have resisted him … and the old devil put them on the Supreme Council, to waste their time in watching each other. Idiots that we are, he planned the whole of our idiocies!"

Ch. XI : The Criminals Chase the Police

 * Was anyone wearing a mask? Was anyone anything? This wood of witchery, in which men's faces turned black and white by turns, in which their figures first swelled into sunlight and then faded into formless night, this mere chaos of chiaroscuro (after the clear daylight outside), seemed to Syme a perfect symbol of the world in which he had been moving for three days, this world where men took off their beards and their spectacles and their noses, and turned into other people. That tragic self-confidence which he had felt when he believed that the Marquis was a devil had strangely disappeared now that he knew that the Marquis was a friend. He felt almost inclined to ask after all these bewilderments what was a friend and what an enemy. Was there anything that was apart from what it seemed? The Marquis had taken off his nose and turned out to be a detective. Might he not just as well take off his head and turn out to be a hobgoblin? Was not everything, after all, like this bewildering woodland, this dance of dark and light? Everything only a glimpse, the glimpse always unforeseen, and always forgotten. For Gabriel Syme had found in the heart of that sun-splashed wood what many modern painters had found there. He had found the thing which the modern people call Impressionism, which is another name for that final scepticism which can find no floor to the universe.

Ch. XII : The Earth in Anarchy

 * Four out of the five rich men in this town … are common swindlers. I suppose the proportion is pretty equal all over the world.

 * I have a suspicion that you are all mad … but God forbid that madness should in any way interrupt friendship.

 * You are a very fine fellow … You can believe in a sanity which is not merely your sanity.

 * When duty and religion are really destroyed, it will be by the rich.

 * We were all a lot of silly policemen looking at each other. And all these nice people who have been peppering us with shot thought we were the dynamiters.

 * Vulgar people are never mad. I'm vulgar myself, and I know. I am now going on shore to stand a drink to everybody here.

Ch. XIII : The Pursuit of the President

 * "We're all spies!" shouted Dr. Bull. "Come and have a drink." Next morning the battalion of the reunited six marched stolidly towards the hotel in Leicester Square. "This is more cheerful," said Dr. Bull; "we are six men going to ask one man what he means." '''"I think it is a bit queerer than that," said Syme. "I think it is six men going to ask one man what they mean."

 * You want to know what I am, do you? Bull, you are a man of science. Grub in the roots of those trees and find out the truth about them. Syme, you are a poet. Stare at those morning clouds. But I tell you this, that you will have found out the truth of the last tree and the top-most cloud before the truth about me. You will understand the sea, and I shall be still a riddle; you shall know what the stars are, and not know what I am. Since the beginning of the world all men have hunted me like a wolf — kings and sages, and poets and lawgivers, all the churches, and all the philosophies. But I have never been caught yet, and the skies will fall in the time I turn to bay. I have given them a good run for their money, and I will now.
 * The President

 * There's one thing I'll tell you though about who I am. I am the man in the dark room, who made you all policemen.
 * The President

 * "Look!" shouted Syme suddenly. "Look over there!" "Look at what?" asked the Secretary savagely. "Look at the captive balloon!" said Syme, and pointed in a frenzy. "Why the blazes should I look at a captive balloon?" demanded the Secretary. "What is there queer about a captive balloon?" "Nothing," said Syme, "except that it isn't captive!"

Ch. XIV : The Six Philosophers

 * "What!" cried the Secretary bitterly. "Do you believe all that tale about his being our man in the dark room? Sunday would say he was anybody." "I don't know whether I believe it or not," said Dr. Bull. "But it isn't that that I mean. I can't wish old Sunday's balloon to burst because —" "Well," said Syme impatiently, "because?" "Well, because he's so jolly like a balloon himself," said Dr. Bull desperately. "I don't understand a word of all that idea of his being the same man who gave us all our blue cards. It seems to make everything nonsense. But I don't care who knows it, I always had a sympathy for old Sunday himself, wicked as he was. Just as if he was a great bouncing baby. How can I explain what my queer sympathy was? It didn't prevent my fighting him like hell! Shall I make it clear if I say that I liked him because he was so fat?" "You will not," said the Secretary. "I've got it now," cried Bull, "it was because he was so fat and so light. Just like a balloon. We always think of fat people as heavy, but he could have danced against a sylph. I see now what I mean. Moderate strength is shown in violence, supreme strength is shown in levity. It was like the old speculations — what would happen if an elephant could leap up in the sky like a grasshopper?" "Our elephant," said Syme, looking upwards, "has leapt into the sky like a grasshopper." "And somehow," concluded Bull, "that's why I can't help liking old Sunday. No, it's not an admiration of force, or any silly thing like that. There is a kind of gaiety in the thing, as if he were bursting with some good news. Haven't you sometimes felt it on a spring day? You know Nature plays tricks, but somehow that day proves they are good-natured tricks. I never read the Bible myself, but that part they laugh at is literal truth, 'Why leap ye, ye high hills?' The hills do leap — at least, they try to.... Why do I like Sunday?... how can I tell you?... because he's such a Bounder."

 * That has been for me the mystery of Sunday, and it is also the mystery of the world. When I see the horrible back, I am sure the noble face is but a mask. When I see the face but for an instant, I know the back is only a jest.

 * I was suddenly possessed with the idea that the blind, blank back of his head really was his face — an awful, eyeless face staring at me! And I fancied that the figure running in front of me was really a figure running backwards, and dancing as he ran.

 * Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world. We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back of a tree. That is not a cloud, but the back of a cloud. Cannot you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face? If we could only get round in front —

 * The man called Gogol, who had hardly spoken through all their weary travels, suddenly threw up his hands like a lost spirit. "He is dead!" he cried. "And now I know he was my friend — my friend in the dark!" "Dead!" snorted the Secretary. "You will not find him dead easily. If he has been tipped out of the car, we shall find him rolling as a colt rolls in a field, kicking his legs for fun." "Clashing his hoofs," said the Professor. "The colts do, and so did Pan." "Pan again!" said Dr. Bull irritably. "You seem to think Pan is everything." "So he is," said the Professor, "in Greek. He means everything." "Don't forget," said the Secretary, looking down, "that he also means Panic."

Ch. XV : The Accuser

 * If the Secretary stood for that philosopher who loves the original and formless light, Syme was a type of the poet who seeks always to make the light in special shapes, to split it up into sun and star. The philosopher may sometimes love the infinite; the poet always loves the finite. For him the great moment is not the creation of light, but the creation of the sun and moon.

 * Let us remain together a little, we who have loved each other so sadly, and have fought so long. I seem to remember only centuries of heroic war, in which you were always heroes — epic on epic, iliad on iliad, and you always brothers in arms. Whether it was but recently (for time is nothing), or at the beginning of the world, I sent you out to war. I sat in the darkness, where there is not any created thing, and to you I was only a voice commanding valour and an unnatural virtue. You heard the voice in the dark, and you never heard it again. The sun in heaven denied it, the earth and sky denied it, all human wisdom denied it. And when I met you in the daylight I denied it myself.
 * Sunday

 * I know you are contentment, optimism, what do they call the thing, an ultimate reconciliation. Well, I am not reconciled.  If you were the man in the dark room, why were you also Sunday, an offense to the sunlight? If you were from the first our father and our friend, why were you also our greatest enemy? We wept, we fled in terror; the iron entered into our souls — and you are the peace of God! Oh, I can forgive God His anger, though it destroyed nations; but I cannot forgive Him His peace.
 * The Secretary

 * "'Now there was a day,'" murmured Bull, who seemed really to have fallen asleep, "'when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan came also among them.'"

 * "I see everything," he cried, "everything that there is. Why does each thing on the earth war against each other thing? Why does each small thing in the world have to fight against the world itself? Why does a fly have to fight the whole universe? Why does a dandelion have to fight the whole universe? For the same reason that I had to be alone in the dreadful Council of the Days. So that each thing that obeys law may have the glory and isolation of the anarchist. So that each man fighting for order may be as brave and good a man as the dynamiter. So that the real lie of Satan may be flung back in the face of this blasphemer, so that by tears and torture we may earn the right to say to this man, 'You lie!' No agonies can be too great to buy the right to say to this accuser, "We also have suffered."  "It is not true that we have never been broken. We have been broken upon the wheel. It is not true that we have never descended from these thrones. We have descended into hell. We were complaining of unforgettable miseries even at the very moment when this man entered insolently to accuse us of happiness. I repel the slander; we have not been happy. I can answer for every one of the great guards of Law whom he has accused. At least —" He had turned his eyes so as to see suddenly the great face of Sunday, which wore a strange smile. "Have you," he cried in a dreadful voice, "have you ever suffered?" As he gazed, the great face grew to an awful size, grew larger than the colossal mask of Memnon, which had made him scream as a child. It grew larger and larger, filling the whole sky; then everything went black. Only in the blackness before it entirely destroyed his brain he seemed to hear a distant voice saying a commonplace text that he had heard somewhere, "Can ye drink of the cup that I drink of?"

 * When men in books awake from a vision, they commonly find themselves in some place in which they might have fallen asleep; they yawn in a chair, or lift themselves with bruised limbs from a field. Syme's experience was something much more psychologically strange if there was indeed anything unreal, in the earthly sense, about the things he had gone through. For while he could always remember afterwards that he had swooned before the face of Sunday, he could not remember having ever come to at all.

 * Dawn was breaking over everything in colours at once clear and timid; as if Nature made a first attempt at yellow and a first attempt at rose. A breeze blew so clean and sweet, that one could not think that it blew from the sky; it blew rather through some hole in the sky.

Quotes about The Man Who Was Thursday

 * At first glance, The Man Who Was Thursday is a detective story filled with poetry and politics. But it is mystery that grows more mysterious, until it is nothing less than the mystery of creation itself. This is Chesterton’s most famous novel. Never out of print since it was first published in 1908, critics immediately hailed it as “amazingly clever,” “a remarkable acrobatic performance”, and “a scurrying, door-slamming farce that ends like a chapter in the Apocalypse.” One reviewer described how he had read it in one sitting and put it down, “completely dazed.” Thirty years later, Orson Welles called it “shamelessly beautiful prose” and made a radio dramatization of it with his Mercury Radio Theater of the Air. … this story is not to be compared with the biblical book of Revelation, but rather with the book of Job, the book which Chesterton considered the greatest riddle in all of literature. And even if you know that going in, it won’t help you one bit. … This book is Chesterton at his best.
 * Dale Ahlquist, in Lecture X : The Man Who Was Thursday at The American Chesterton Society

 * It is not quite a political bad dream, or metaphysical adventure, or cosmic comedy in the form of a spy story, but it has something of all these. Anyway, it is unique, and also, what is not all that much easier to bring about, magnetically readable … James Bond and Gabriel Syme differ in innumerable ways, but they share a quality of romance, of color and chivalry, almost of myth, that attracts me a lot more deeply than anything about the down-to-earth and up-to-the-minute heroes of writers like Len Deighton and John Le Carré.
 * Kingsley Amis, discussing The Man Who Was Thursday in The New York Times (13 October 1968), as quoted in Defiant Joy : The Remarkable Life & Impact of G.K. Chesterton (2011) by Kevin Belmonte, p. 137 - 138

 * I would much rather quote a tribute from a totally different type of man, who was nevertheless one of the very few men who, for some reason or other, have ever made head or tail of this unfortunate romance of my youth. He was a distinguished psychoanalyst, of the most modern and scientific sort. He was not a priest; far from it; we might say, like the Frenchman asked if he had lunched on the boat, "au contraire". He did not believe in the Devil; God forbid, if there was any God to forbid. But he was a very keen and eager student of his own subject; and he made my hair stand on end by saying that he had found my very juvenile story useful as a corrective among his morbid patients; especially the process by which each of the diabolical anarchs turns out to be a good citizen in disguise. "I know a number of men who nearly went mad," he said quite gravely, "but were saved because they had really understood The Man Who Was Thursday." He must have been rather generously exaggerative; he may have been mad himself, of course; but then so was I. But I confess it flatters me to think that, in this my period of lunacy, I may have been a little useful to other lunatics.
 * G. K. Chesterton, Autobiography (1936), ch. 4, "How to Be a Lunatic"

 * I recur here to my personal point about the tendency to miss what the title means; or even what the title says. An article like this is called subjective because it has no subject. In a rambling column, whether because it is personal or impersonal, it is permissible to introduce personal trifles about oneself, as well as about other people, so long as it is made sufficiently obvious that they are trifling. And I may remark in this connexion, or disconnexion, that I happen to have a very strong objection to that trick of missing the point of a story, or sometimes even the obvious sense of the very name of a story. I have sometimes had occasion to murmur meekly that those who endure the heavy labour of reading a book might possibly endure that of reading the title-page of a book. For there are more examples than may be imagined, in which earnest critics might solve many of their problems about what a book is, merely by discovering what it professes to be. … It is odd that one example occurred in my own case... in a book called The Man Who was Thursday. It was a very melodramatic sort of moonshine, but it had a kind of notion in it; and the point is that it described, first a band of the last champions of order fighting against what appeared to be a world of anarchy, and then the discovery that the mysterious master both of the anarchy and the order was the same sort of elemental elf who had appeared to be rather too like a pantomime ogre. This line of logic, or lunacy, led many to infer that this equivocal being was meant for a serious description of the Deity; and my work even enjoyed a temporary respect among those who like the Deity to be so described. But this error was entirely due to the fact that they had read the book but had not read the title page. In my case, it is true, it was a question of a subtitle rather than a title. The book was called The Man Who Was Thursday:  A Nightmare. It was not intended to describe the real world as it was, or as I thought it was, even when my thoughts were considerably less settled than they are now. It was intended to describe the world of wild doubt and despair which the pessimists were generally describing at that date; with just a gleam of hope in some double meaning of the doubt, which even the pessimists felt in some fitful fashion.
 * G. K. Chesterton, mentioning his own work in "Trent's Last Case—Again" a review of  Trent's Own Case  by E. C. Bentley, in Illustrated London News (13 June 1936), one day before he died.

 * One of the hidden hinges of twentieth-century writing, the place where, before our eyes, the nonsense-fantastical tradition of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear pivots and becomes the nightmare-fantastical tradition of Kafka and Borges.
 * Adam Gopnik, in "The Back of the World : The Troubling Genius of G.K. Chesterton" in The New Yorker (7 July 2008), p. 52

 * In telling a simple story of terror and counter-terrorism, Chesterton probes the mysteries of behaviour and belief in an all too human world and in doing so raises the question of our multiple identities. Anarchy, social order, God, peace, war, religion and a dozen other weighty concepts are mashed together in a whacky little satire that will both amuse and educate you. At the end a mystery remains unsolved. Who or what is Sunday, the president of the Council? Genius, force of nature, villain, or the invisible hand that guides our destinies? It's anybody's guess because different interpretations have been offered and you, too, can have your own little take on it.
 * Ravi Vyas, in "Questions of truth and identity" in The Hindu (5 November 2006)

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Your account will still work as before, and you will be credited for all your edits made so far, but you will have to use the new account name when you log in.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Yours, Keegan Peterzell Community Liaison, Wikimedia Foundation 23:21, 17 March 2015 (UTC)

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Talk:The Tick (2001 TV series)

Guest Stars

 * Christopher Lloyd - Mr. Fishladder
 * Missi Pyle - Stacy Waxman

I started this article with good intentions... but it's already excessively long for a show that ran 8 episodes, and it's barely begun. Add to this the fact that there have been NO other contributors, and it's clear the space can be put to more productive use. --RPickman 04:44, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

 * Please do not delete it! Not everyone who reads contributes, this looks hilarious and quotable. MosheZadka 05:14, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

Keep ... Continue ... it's good stuff
Ok, so this might not be the place for a complete dialog from each epi. (although that itself may be arguable). I too agree you should not remove it. The Tick (live action) was/is a great series. It stands alone in, well, too many areas to list. I've found it very refreshing. We need more like it. And surely it deserves at least the entry you placed here.

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Richard Halliburton

Richard Halliburton (9 January 1900 – c. 23 March 1939) was an American traveler, adventurer, and author.

Quotes

 * SOUTHERLY GALES RAIN SQUALLS LEE RAIL UNDER WATER WET BUNKS HARDTACK BULLY BEEF HAVING WONDERFUL TIME WISH YOU WERE HERE INSTEAD OF ME
 * Last known communication from the Chinese junk Sea Dragon en route to San Francisco (24 March 1939).
 * Typically attributed to Halliburton, the radio message actually began, "CAPTAIN JOHN WELCH OF THE SEADRAGON TO LINER PRESIDENT COOLIDGE." The radio dispatches from the days before, simple status reports, name only the ship, not the captain. The authorship, therefore, remains somewhat contested.

 * Youth -- nothing else worth having in the world...and I had youth, the transitory, the fugitive, now, completely and abundantly. Yet what was I going to do with it? Certainly not squander its gold on the commonplace quest for riches and respectability, and then secretly lament the price that had to be paid for these futile ideals. Let those who wish have their respectability -- I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous and the romantic.
 * The Royal Road to Romance (1925).

 * Dad, you hit the wrong target when you write that you wish I were at Princeton living "in the even tenor of my way." I hate that expression and as far as I am able I intend to avoid that condition. When impulse and spontaneity fail to make my "way" as uneven as possible then I shall sit up nights inventing means of making life as conglomerate and vivid as possible. Those who live in the even tenor of their way simply exist until death ends their monotonous tranquility. No, there's going to be no even tenor with me. The more uneven it is the happier I shall be. And when my time comes to die, I'll be able to die happy, for I will have done and seen and heard and experienced all the joy, pain, thrills—every emotion that any human ever had—and I'll be especially happy if I am spared a stupid, common death in bed. So, Dad, I'm afraid your wish will always come to naught, for my way is to be ever changing, but always swift, acute and leaping from peak to peak instead of following the rest of the herd, shackled in conventionalities, along the monotonous narrow path in the valley. The dead have reached perfection when it comes to even tenor!
 * Letter to his parents from Paris (5 December 1919).

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Talk:Richard Halliburton

This is my first foray into Wikiquote. Hope I did OK! -- Tetraminoe 05:27, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

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User:Tetraminoe

I'm not from around these parts. Why not have a look at my Wikipedia user page?

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User talk:Tetraminoe

--Aphaia 06:04, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

RfA Thanks
Thank you for supporting my RfA. I very much appreciate your confidence in me. I indeed enjoy doing random cleanup like maintaining the various lists and I hope that I can be more effective with the sysop features. Please let me know if you see something I should (or shouldn't) be doing as an admin. Regards, jni 06:10, 28 Apr 2005 (UTC)

 * Thank you for your involvement into Wikiquote governance. I appreciate on that. If you find anything bad or good, please let us know it for further improvement. Also thank you for your creation of punchy user page ;-) --Aphaia 18:12, 28 Apr 2005 (UTC)

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User talk:TheCustomOfLife~enwikiquote

Hi,, welcome back to Wikiquote ;-) Here are some useful links:
 * Browse To browse the site.
 * Reference desk To ask some questions related to quotes.
 * Village pump To discuss with other editors.
 * Community Portal Other useful links.

Shortly be bold and enjoy!

By the way, if I may ask, are you equal to TheCustomOfLife on English Wikipedia & IRC? Just curious. --Aphaia 06:58, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

 * Indeed I am. TheCustomOfLife 18:00, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

Your account will be renamed
Hello,

The developer team at Wikimedia is making some changes to how accounts work, as part of our on-going efforts to provide new and better tools for our users like cross-wiki notifications. These changes will mean you have the same account name everywhere. This will let us give you new features that will help you edit and discuss better, and allow more flexible user permissions for tools. One of the side-effects of this is that user accounts will now have to be unique across all 900 Wikimedia wikis. See the announcement for more information.

Unfortunately, your account clashes with another account also called TheCustomOfLife. To make sure that both of you can use all Wikimedia projects in future, we have reserved the name TheCustomOfLife~enwikiquote that only you will have. If you like it, you don't have to do anything. If you do not like it, you can pick out a different name.

Your account will still work as before, and you will be credited for all your edits made so far, but you will have to use the new account name when you log in.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Yours, Keegan Peterzell Community Liaison, Wikimedia Foundation 23:36, 17 March 2015 (UTC)

Renamed
 This account has been renamed as part of single-user login finalisation. If you own this account you can |log in using your previous username and password for more information. If you do not like this account's new name, you can choose your own using this form after logging in: . -- Keegan (WMF) (talk) 05:59, 19 April 2015 (UTC)

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User talk:Nyceline~enwikiquote

Hi, Nyceline. Thanks for experimenting with Wikiquote. Your test worked, and has now been reverted or removed. Please use Sandbox for any other tests you want to do, since testing in articles will normally be reverted quickly. Please see the welcome page if you would like to learn more about contributing to our encyclopedia. Thanks.

P.S. I moved your test on Wikiquote talk:Community Portal to Swedish proverbs.--Aphaia 07:04, 20 Apr 2005 (UTC)

Your account will be renamed
Hello,

The developer team at Wikimedia is making some changes to how accounts work, as part of our on-going efforts to provide new and better tools for our users like cross-wiki notifications. These changes will mean you have the same account name everywhere. This will let us give you new features that will help you edit and discuss better, and allow more flexible user permissions for tools. One of the side-effects of this is that user accounts will now have to be unique across all 900 Wikimedia wikis. See the announcement for more information.

Unfortunately, your account clashes with another account also called Nyceline. To make sure that both of you can use all Wikimedia projects in future, we have reserved the name Nyceline~enwikiquote that only you will have. If you like it, you don't have to do anything. If you do not like it, you can pick out a different name.

Your account will still work as before, and you will be credited for all your edits made so far, but you will have to use the new account name when you log in.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Yours, Keegan Peterzell Community Liaison, Wikimedia Foundation 23:32, 17 March 2015 (UTC)

Renamed
 This account has been renamed as part of single-user login finalisation. If you own this account you can |log in using your previous username and password for more information. If you do not like this account's new name, you can choose your own using this form after logging in: . -- Keegan (WMF) (talk) 05:53, 19 April 2015 (UTC)

title: User talk:Nyceline~enwikiquote