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Gaston Bachelard

Gaston Bachelard (June 27, 1884 – October 16, 1962) was a French philosopher of science and literary critic.

Quotes

 * Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
 * The Psychoanalysis of Fire, ch. 2, "Fire and Reverie" (1938)

L'eau et les rêves (Water and Dreams) 1942

 * To disappear into deep water or to disappear toward a far horizon, to become part of depth of infinity, such is the destiny of man that finds its image in the destiny of water.
 * Introduction

 * A man is a man to the extent that he is a superman. A man should be defined by the sum of those tendencies which impel him to surpass the human condition.
 * Introduction

 * True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams.
 * Introduction

 * The reflected world is the conquest of calm
 * "Clear Waters, Springtime Waters"

La poétique de l'espace (The Poetics of Space) (1958)

 * If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
 * Ch. 1

 * Words … are little houses, each with its cellar and garret. Common sense lives on the ground floor, always ready to engage in ‘foreign commerce’ on the same level as the others, as the passers-by, who are never dreamers. To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream, it is losing oneself in the distant corridors of an obscure etymology, looking for treasures that cannot be found in words. To mount and descend in the words themselves—this is a poet’s life. To mount too high or descend too low is allowed in the case of poets, who bring earth and sky together.
 * Ch. 6

 * The mollusk's motto would be: one must live to build one's house, and not build one's house to live in.

La poétique de la rêverie (The Poetics of Reverie) (1960)

 * Poetry is one of the destinies of speech.... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
 * Introduction, sect. 2

 * Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.
 * Introduction, sect. 4

 * A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
 * Introduction, sect. 6

 * I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.
 * Introduction, sect. 6

 * Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life.... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.
 * Introduction, sect. 6

 * The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.
 * Ch. 2, sect. 2

 * Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
 * Ch. 2, sect. 3

 * The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
 * Ch. 2, sect. 3

 * Man is an imagining being.
 * Ch. 2, sect. 10

 * The words of the world want to make sentences.
 * Ch. 5, sect. 4

Fragments of a Poetics of Fire (1988)

 * To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * There is no original truth, only original error.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectifications of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.
 * A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books

 * Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child’s world and thus a world event.
 * The Phoenix, a Linguistic Phenomenon, ch. 1

Quotes about Bachelard

 * "Memory is a field full of psychological ruins," wrote French philosopher Gaston Bachelard. For some that may be true, but memory is also a field of healing that has the capacity to restore the world, not only for the one person who recollects, but for cultures as well. When a person says "I remember," all things are possible.
 * Linda Hogan (writer) The Woman Who Watches Over the World: A Native Memoir (2001)

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Appendices to The Lord of the Rings

This page is for quotations from the Appendices of Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

 * Fëanor was the greatest of the Eldar in arts and lore, but also the proudest and most selfwilled. He wrought the Three Jewels, the Silmarilli, and filled them with the radiance of the Two Trees, Telperion and Laurelin, that gave light to the land of the Valar.

 * Aragorn indeed lived to be two hundred and ten years old, longer than any of his line since King Arvegil; but in Aragorn Elessar the dignity of the kings of old was renewed.

 * Each new Steward indeed took office with the oath ‘to hold rod and rule in the name of the king, until he shall return’. But these soon became words of ritual little heeded, for the Stewards exercised all the power of the kings. Yet many in Gondor still believed that a king would indeed return in some time to come; and some remembered the ancient line of the North, which it was rumoured still lived on in the shadows. But against such thoughts the Ruling Stewards hardened their hearts. Nonetheless the Stewards never sat on the ancient throne; and they wore no crown, and held no sceptre. They bore a white rod only as the token of their office; and their banner was white without charge; but the royal banner had been sable, upon which was displayed a white tree in blossom beneath seven stars.

 * Then Aragorn, being now the Heir of Isildur, was taken with his mother to dwell in the house of Elrond; and Elrond took the place of his father and came to love him as a son of his own. But he was called Estel, that is ‘Hope’, and his true name and lineage were kept secret at the bidding of Elrond; for the Wise then knew that the Enemy was seeking to discover the Heir of Isildur, if any remained upon earth.

 * But Elrond saw many things and read many hearts. One day, therefore, before the fall of the year he called Aragorn to his chamber, and he said: ‘Aragorn, Arathorn’s son, Lord of the Dúnedain, listen to me! A great doom awaits you, either to rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin. Many years of trial lie before you. You shall neither have wife, nor bind any woman to you in troth, until your time comes and you are found worthy of it.’

 * Then Aragorn took leave lovingly of Elrond; and the next day he said farewell to his mother, and to the house of Elrond, and to Arwen, and he went out into the wild. For nearly thirty years he laboured in the cause against Sauron; and he became a friend of Gandalf the Wise, from whom he gained much wisdom. With him he made many perilous journeys, but as the years wore on he went more often alone. His ways were hard and long, and he became somewhat grim to look upon, unless he chanced to smile; and yet he seemed to Men worthy of honour, as a king that is in exile, when he did not hide his true shape. For he went in many guises, and won renown under many names.

 * Thus he became at last the most hardy of living Men, skilled in their crafts and lore, and was yet more than they; for he was elven-wise, and there was a light in his eyes that when they were kindled few could endure. His face was sad and stern because of the doom that was laid on him, and yet hope dwelt ever in the depths of his heart, from which mirth would arise at times like a spring from the rock.

 * Ónen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim[.] (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself.) In Appendix A of the novel, this is said by Gilraen; in the movie adaptation of The Return of the King the statement is made by Elrond (the first part) and Aragorn (the second, in reply).

 * We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin’s son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should receive him, or that the Lords of the West should permit it. But it is said that Gimli went also out of desire to see again the beauty of Galadriel; and it may be that she, being mighty among the Eldar, obtained this grace for him. More cannot be said of this matter.

 * ‘Lady Undómiel,’ said Aragorn, ‘the hour is indeed hard, yet it was made even in that day when we met under the white birches in the garden of Elrond, where none now walk. And on the hill of Cerin Amroth when we forsook both the Shadow and the Twilight this doom we accepted. Take counsel with yourself, beloved, and ask whether you would indeed have me wait until I wither and fall from my high seat unmanned and witless. Nay, lady, I am the last of the Númenóreans and the latest King of the Elder Days; and to me has been given not only a span thrice that of Men of Middle-earth, but also the grace to go at my will, and give back the gift. Now, therefore, I will sleep. ‘I speak no comfort to you, for there is no comfort for such pain within the circles of the world. The uttermost choice is before you: to repent and go to the Havens and bear away into the West the memory of our days together that shall there be evergreen but never more than a memory; or else to abide the Doom of Men.’ ‘Nay, dear lord,’ she said, ‘that choice is long over. There is now no ship to bear me hence, and I must indeed abide the Doom of Men, whether I will or I nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Númenóreans, not till now have I understood the tale of your people and their fall. As wicked fools I scorned them, but I pity them at last. For if this is indeed, as the Eldar say, the gift of the One to Men, it is bitter to receive.’ ‘So it seems,’ he said. ‘But let us not be overthrown at the final test, who of old renounced the Shadow and the Ring. In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound forever in the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory. Farewell!’ ‘Estel, Estel!’ she cried, and with that even as he took her hand and kissed it, he fell into sleep. Then a great beauty was revealed in him, so that all who after came there looked on him in wonder; for they saw the grace of his youth, and the valour of his manhood, and the wisdom and majesty of his age were blended together. And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn also was gone, and the land was silent. There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by the men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.

 * Yet things might have gone far otherwise and far worse. When you think of the great Battle of the Pelennor, do not forget the battles in Dale and the valour of Durin’s Folk. Think of what might have been. Dragon-fire and savage swords in Eriador, night in Rivendell. There might be no Queen in Gondor. We might now hope to return from the victory here only to ruin and ash. But that has been averted — because I met Thorin Oakenshield one evening on the edge of spring in Bree. A chance-meeting, as we say in Middle-earth.
 * Gandalf’s words to Frodo and Gimli concerning the battle in Dale

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Halo 2

Halo 2 is a 2004 video game released for the Microsoft Xbox and is the second game in the Halo franchise.

Prophet of Truth

 * There are those that said this day would never come...What are they to say now?
 * No enemy has ever withstood our might. The Flood too shall fail.
 * [Abandoning the Prophet of Mercy to the infection form attacking him] The Great Journey waits for no one, brother...not even you.

Sesa 'Refumee

 * [from a recorded message] Our Prophets are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The Great Journey is a -- [the message is paused]
 * Ask the Oracle about Halo. How they would sacrifice us all for nothing.
 * The Elites are blind, Arbiter! But I will make them see.

Sergeant Major Avery Johnson

 * [The Master Chief lands on the In Amber Clad with a thud] For a brick, he flew pretty good!
 * Don't they teach you kids how to swear in basic anymore?
 * Dear humanity, we regret bein' alien bastards, we regret comin' to Earth. And we most definitely regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy-ass fleet! Ooh-rah!

Marines

 * I need a nurse! No...no! A female nurse.
 * [If the Chief stares at a Marine for a while] Hey, maybe we should hold hands.
 * Hey, if I get shot, be sure to give me lots of drugs.
 * Yeah, I crapped myself. So what?
 * [Random line] This one time, I threw my lunch instead of a grenade. True story.
 * [Upon spotting some Grunts] Hey, hey, let's catch one and ride it!

Others

 * Elite: The parasite controls our vehicles? No matter. They will die just the same! (Quarantine Zone)
 * Elite: They have shed our brother's blood, and for that they must die! (Uprising)
 * Elite: We hold the field of battle!

Dialogue

 * [Anniversary edition opening cinematic: Spartan Locke encounters Thel 'Vadam.]
 * Sword of Sanghelios: I do not trust you. He may... but I do not.
 * Locke: Noted.
 * Thel 'Vadam: My friend's trust is not the issue today, Spartan Locke. It is my trust you must earn.
 * Locke: Arbiter.
 * Thel 'Vadam: You are a hunter, yes? A seeker of things.
 * Locke: That's not the official job title. But it's close enough.
 * Thel 'Vadam: And now you hunt other Spartans?
 * Locke: I'm not so much hunting a Spartan as I am hunting the Spartan. [shows a hologram of the Master Chief]
 * Thel 'Vadam: You seek...
 * Locke: One-one-seven.
 * Thel 'Vadam: I was not told the identity of your prey.
 * Locke: That is why I'm sharing it with you now. We are talking about trust, after all. May I ask you something? Your people used to call him "Demon". Was that an insult or a compliment?
 * Thel 'Vadam: An insult, to be sure. But one with a modicum of respect. He was indeed my enemy. But in time, I named him ally, even friend. The events which forged this bond were... complicated.

 * [Original opening cinematic: The Covenant holy city High Charity in orbit around the planet Threshold, near the destroyed remnants of the first Halo ring (Installation 04). Inside, Thel 'Vadamee, Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Particular Justice, is on trial before the Hierarchs - the Prophets of Truth, Mercy, and Regret, the latter in hologram form - and the High Council of the Covenant.]
 * Thel 'Vadamee: There was only one ship.
 * Prophet of Truth: One? Are you sure?
 * Thel 'Vadamee: Yes. They called it the Pillar of Autumn.
 * [The Council clamors at this news.]
 * Prophet of Mercy: Why was it not destroyed with the rest of their fleet?
 * Thel 'Vadamee: It fled as we set fire to their planet, but I followed with all the ships at my command. [flashback of the Autumn escaping Reach, the Covenant in pursuit, until arriving at Halo]
 * Prophet of Regret: When you first saw Halo, were you blinded by its majesty?
 * Thel 'Vadamee: Blinded?
 * Prophet of Regret: Paralyzed? Dumbstruck?
 * Thel 'Vadamee: No!
 * Prophet of Regret: Yet the humans were able to evade your ships, land on the sacred ring, and desecrate it with their filthy footsteps!
 * Thel 'Vadamee: Noble Hierarchs, surely you understand that once the parasite attacked... [he is interrupted by resounding jeers from the members of the Council]
 * Prophet of Mercy: There will be order in this Council! [the Council quiets]
 * Prophet of Truth: You were right to focus your attention on the Flood. But this Demon, this "Master Chief"...
 * Thel 'Vadamee: By the time I learned the Demon's intent, there was nothing I could do. [flashback to the detonation of the Autumn, which destroyed Halo]
 * [The Council continues to clamor, some calling Thel 'Vadamee a traitor. Tartarus, the Chieftain of the Brutes, looks satisfied with the popular mood.]
 * Prophet of Regret: [aside, to Truth] Noble Prophet of Truth, this has gone on long enough. Make an example of this bungler! The Council demands it!
 * Prophet of Truth: You are one of our most treasured instruments. Long have you led your fleet with honor and distinction. But your inability to safeguard Halo was a colossal failure.
 * Prophet of Objection: Nay! It was heresy! [the Council clamors in agreement]
 * Thel 'Vadamee: I will continue my campaign against the humans!
 * Prophet of Truth: No! You will not. [gestures to Tartarus, who signals his Brutes to take Thel 'Vadamee into custody] Soon the Great Journey shall begin, but when it does, the weight of your heresy will stay your feet, and you shall be left behind.

 * [At the beginning of the level Cairo Station, at a ceremony wherein several UNSC personnel are to be decorated. Robot cameras are hovering around, and while Johnson is in white dress uniform, the Master Chief is still wearing his armor]
 * Master Chief: You told me there wouldn't be any cameras.
 * Sergeant Johnson: And you told me you were going to wear something nice! Folks need heroes, Chief. To give 'em hope. So smile, wouldja? While we still got somethin' to smile about!

 * Cortana: You look nice.
 * Master Chief: Thanks.
 * Sergeant Johnson (simultaneously): Thank you.
 * [The Chief and Johnson stare at each other.]

 * [Thel 'Vadamee is about to receive the Mark of Shame]
 * Tartarus: You've drawn quite a crowd.
 * Thel 'Vadamee: If they came to hear me beg, they will be disappointed.
 * Tartarus: Are you sure?

 * Lord Hood: Master Chief, defend this station!
 * Master Chief: Yes, sir. (to Johnson) I need a weapon.
 * Sergeant Johnson: Right this way.

 * Cortana: Bet you can't stick it.
 * Master Chief: You're on.

 * Master Chief: Sir, permission to leave the station?
 * Lord Hood: For what purpose, Master Chief?
 * Master Chief: To give the Covenant back their bomb.
 * Lord Hood: [pause] Permission granted.

 * [The Master Chief prepares to blow up a Covenant ship with their own bomb]
 * Cortana: I know what you're thinking, and it's crazy.
 * Master Chief: So, stay here.
 * Cortana: Unfortunately for us both…I like crazy.

 * Cortana: Just one question: what if you miss?
 * Master Chief: I won't.

 * [Opening of the level Outskirts]
 * Cortana: The message just repeats: Regret, Regret, Regret.
 * Commander Miranda Keyes: Catchy. Any idea what it means?
 * Sergeant Johnson: "Dear humanity. We regret being alien bastards. We regret coming to Earth. And we most definitely regret the Corps just blew up our raggedy-ass fleet!"
 * Marines: OO-RAH!
 * Cortana: Regret is a name, Sergeant. The name of one of the Covenant's religious leaders; a Prophet. He's on that carrier, and he's calling for help.
 * Marine Scout: Immediate, grid kilo-two three is hot. Recommend mission abort.
 * Pilot: Roger, recon. It's your call, Sarge.
 * Sergeant Johnson: We're going in! Get tactical, Marines!
 * Lord Hood: Master Chief, get aboard that carrier, secure the Prophet of Regret. This is the only place on Earth the Covenant decided to land. That prophet is going to tell us why.
 * Pilot: Thirty seconds out. Standby to - whoa!
 * [A Scarab appears, then blows up a Pelican and forces another one to crash.]

 * Sergeant Johnson: Where's the rest of your platoon?
 * Female Marine: Wasted, Sarge.
 * Marine #1: And we will be, too, sir, if we don't get the hell outta here!
 * Sergeant Johnson:[Puts a hand on Marine's shoulder] You hit, Marine?
 * Marine #1: N-no, Sir.
 * Sergeant Johnson: Then listen up!
 * Sergeant Johnson: [Easy] You had your chance to be afraid before you joined my beloved Corps. But to guide you back to the true path, I brought this motivational device. Our big green style cannot be defeated!
 * Sergeant Johnson: [Normal] The Chief is gonna jump in this tank, roll across the bridge, and blow up any inhuman-son-of-a-bitch dumb enough to get between him and the Prophet of Regret! Pull yourself together, because you're going with him!
 * Sergeant Johnson: [Heroic] When I joined the Corps, we didn't have any fancy-shmancy tanks. We had sticks! Two sticks, and a rock for the whole platoon - and we had to share the rock! Buck up, boy, you're one very lucky Marine!
 * Sergeant Johnson: [Legendary] Usually the good Lord works in mysterious ways, but not today. This here is 66 tons of straight-up, HE-spewing, dee-vine intervention. If God is love, then you can call me Cupid!
 * Marine: What about that Scarab?
 * Sergeant Johnson: We've all run the simulations. They're tough but they ain’t invincible. Stick with the Master Chief, he’ll know what to do.
 * Marine: Yes sir, Sergeant!
 * Cortana: Thanks for the tank. He [Master Chief] never gets me anything.
 * [Sergeant Johnson boards the Pelican and pulls charging lever on gun turret]
 * Sergeant Johnson: Oh, I know what the ladies like!
 * [Following this cut scene is the next level, called "Metropolis" the first section is entitled Ladies Like Superior Firepower, in reference to Sergeant Johnson's comment. At lesser difficulty settings, the section is called Ladies Like Armor Plating" or "Ladies Like Grinding Treads]

 * Marine: See this look? It's terror!
 * Staff Sergeant Banks: Marine, did I give you permission to bitch?

 * Staff Sergeant Banks: [after a Covenant Scarab has smashed through part of the city] This thing's really starting to piss me off!

 * [The disgraced Thel 'Vadamee, branded with the Mark of Shame, is being dragged by two Brutes through the halls of High Charity, with Tartarus in the lead.]
 * Brute #1: How much further must we heft this baggage? Any cell will do!
 * Brute #2: Why not toss him in with this lot? [indicates a cell with a pack of ravenous Jackals] They could use the meat.
 * Brute #1: Them? What about us? My belly aches... and his flesh is seared, just the way I like it!
 * Tartarus: Quiet! You two whimper like Grunts fresh off the teat! He's not meant for the jails. The Hierarchs have something special in mind.
 * [Tartarus opens the door to a gravity lift, which takes them down into the city; the Brutes carry their prisoner past a line of Elite Honor Guards to a grand chamber where Truth and Mercy await, and goes on one knee.]
 * Tartarus: Noble Prophets of Truth and Mercy, I have brought the incompetent.
 * Prophet of Truth: You may leave, Tartarus.
 * Tartarus: [confused] But... I thought...
 * Prophet of Truth: And take your Brutes with you.
 * Tartarus: [to his Brutes] Release the prisoner. [the Brutes release Thel 'Vadamee, then leave]
 * Prophet of Truth: The Council decided to have you hung by your entrails, and your corpse paraded through the city. But ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me.
 * Thel 'Vadamee: I am already dead.
 * Prophet of Truth: Indeed. Do you know where we are?
 * Thel 'Vadamee: The Mausoleum of the Arbiter.
 * Prophet of Truth: Quite so. Here rests the vanguard of the Great Journey. Every Arbiter from first to last, each one created and consumed in times of extraordinary crisis.
 * Prophet of Mercy: The Taming of the Hunters, the Grunt Rebellion - were it not for the Arbiters, the Covenant would have broken long ago!
 * Thel 'Vadamee: Even on my knees, I do not belong in their presence.
 * Prophet of Truth: Halo's destruction was your error, and you rightly bear the blame. But the Council was... overzealous. We know you are no heretic. This is the true face of heresy. [activates a holoprojection of the renegade Elite, Sesa 'Refumee] One who would subvert our faith, and incite rebellion against the High Council. [plays the recorded message]
 * Sesa 'Refumee: Our Prophets are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The Great Journey is a -- [Truth stops the recording]
 * Prophet of Truth: This heretic, and those who follow him, must be silenced.
 * Prophet of Mercy: Their slander offends all who walk the path!
 * Thel 'Vadamee: What use am I? I can no longer command ships, lead troops into battle...
 * Prophet of Truth: Not as you are, no. But, become the Arbiter... and you shall be set loose against this heresy with our blessing. [the vault opens to reveal the armor of the Arbiter]
 * Thel 'Vadamee: What of the Council?
 * Prophet of Mercy: The tasks you must undertake as the Arbiter are perilous, suicidal. You will die, as each Arbiter has before you. The Council will have their corpse.
 * [Thel 'Vadamee stands, approaches the armor, and takes the helmet in his hands...then places it on his head before turning to the Hierarchs.]
 * Arbiter: What would you have your Arbiter do?

 * [Three Phantoms fly out of High Charity and into the atmosphere of Threshold, to attack a mining facility taken over by heretics. One craft carries a squad of Elites, led by Commander Rtas 'Vadumee, an Elite missing the mandibles on the left side of his face.]
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath!
 * Elites: According to our station, all without exception!
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons, we swore to uphold the Covenant!
 * Elites: Even to our dying breath!
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: Those who would break this oath are heretics, worthy of neither pity nor mercy! Even now, they use our Lords' creations to broadcast their lies!
 * Elites: We shall grind them into dust!
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: And continue our march to glorious salvation!
 * [As the Phantoms approach the facility, Rtas 'Vadumee approaches the Arbiter.]
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: This armor suits you... but it cannot hide that mark.
 * Arbiter: Nothing ever will.
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: You are the Arbiter, the will of the Prophets. But these... are my Elites. Their lives matter to me. Yours does not.
 * Arbiter: That makes two of us.

 * Grunt #1: Me have bad feeling about this.
 * Grunt #2: You always have bad feeling! You had bad feeling about morning food nipple! [reference to a Halo: Combat Evolved easter egg]
 * Elite: Close your damn jaws or I shall bind them shut!
 * Grunt #2: I would like to see you try Nipple manager

 * [The Prophet of Regret's ship comes out of slipspace in orbit of the planet Substance, with In Amber Clad close behind.]
 * Miranda Keyes: Cortana, what exactly am I looking at?
 * Cortana: That ...is another Halo.
 * Sergeant Johnson: [chokes on cigar] Say what?
 * Miranda Keyes: So this is what my father found... I thought Halo was some kind of superweapon?

 * [After a hard drop into Covenant-held territory]
 * Cortana: [irritated] Could we possibly make any more noise? [The Chief picks up a rocket launcher] I guess so.

 * Chips Dubbo: Woah...it's like a postcard!... "Dear Sarge: Kicking ass in outer space. Wish you were here!"
 * Sergeant Johnson: I heard that, jackass!

 * Cortana: The Prophet of Regret is planning to activate Halo!
 * Master Chief: Are you sure?
 * [Cortana snaps her fingers, the hologram starts speaking in English]
 * Prophet of Regret (Hologram): I shall light this holy ring, release its cleansing flame, and burn a path into the divine beyond!
 * [Cortana snaps her fingers again, and the hologram freezes.]
 * Cortana: [smugly] Pretty much.

 * [End of the level Regret]
 * Gravemind: This is not your grave...but you are welcome in it.

 * [High Charity: As the Arbiter returns from his first mission, he sees the Brutes forcibly take the ceremonial helmets and staves from the Elite Honor Guards, before entering the presence of the Hierarchs.]
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: This is unprecendented... unacceptable!
 * Prophet of Truth: A Hierarch is dead, Commander.
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: His murderer was within our grasp! If you had not withdrawn our Phantoms --
 * Prophet of Truth: Are you questioning my decision?
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: No, Holy One. I wish only to express my concern that the Brutes --
 * Prophet of Truth: Recommissioning the guard was a radical step, but recent events have made it abundantly clear that the Elites can no longer guarantee our safety.
 * Rtas 'Vadumee: I shall relay your... decision to the Council. [he and his troops leave, passing the Arbiter on the way out]
 * Prophet of Truth: [sighing] Politics. How tiresome. Do you know, Arbiter, the Elites have threatened to resign, to quit the High Council, because of this... exchange of hats?
 * Arbiter: We have always been your protectors.
 * Prophet of Truth: These are trying times for all of us.
 * Prophet of Mercy: Even as the humans' annihilation filled us with satisfaction, the loss of one of the sacred rings wracked our hearts with grief!
 * Prophet of Truth: Putting aside our sorrow, we renewed our faith in the prophecy that other rings would be found... [turns, gesturing outside to the second Halo ring] And see how our faith has been rewarded.
 * Prophet of Mercy: Halo! Its divine wind will rush through the stars, propelling all who are worthy along the path to salvation!
 * Prophet of Truth: But how to start this process? For ages, we searched for one who might unlock the secrets of the rings - an Oracle. And with your help, we found it.
 * [Truth and Mercy float in their thrones to where 343 Guilty Spark resides, after being reclaimed from the heretic base.]
 * Prophet of Mercy: With appropriate humility, we plied the Oracle with questions, and it, with clarity and grace, has shown us the key! [Spark projects an image of the Activation Index]
 * Prophet of Truth: You will journey to the surface of the ring and retrieve this Sacred Icon. With it, we will fulfill our promise...
 * Prophet of Mercy: Salvation for all!
 * Prophet of Truth: ...and begin the Great Journey.

 * [The Arbiter heads to the surface of the second Halo aboard a Phantom with Tartarus and his Brutes]
 * Tartarus: Once the shield is down, we will head straight to the Library. I do not wish to keep the Hierarchs waiting.
 * Arbiter: The human that killed the Prophet of Regret, who was it?
 * Tartarus: Who do you think?
 * Arbiter: [surprised] The Demon is here?
 * Tartarus: [affirmative grunt] Why? Looking for a little payback?
 * Arbiter: Retrieving the Icon is my only concern.
 * Tartarus: [chuckles] Of course.

 * [Miranda Keyes is reaching over a pit on a cable to get the Index. She retrieves it but slips; just in time, Johnson grabs the cable]
 * Sgt. Johnson: You know, your father never asked me for help, either.
 * Miranda Keyes: The Index is secure.
 * [Miranda Keyes climbs up the edge]
 * Sgt. Johnson: McKenzie, Perez. How's our exit? [no response] Ya hear me, Marines? [still no response] We've got trouble.

 * Arbiter: The Icon... is my responsibility.
 * Tartarus: Was your responsibility. [takes the Index from Keyes' belt] Now it is mine. [Tartarus' Brutes aim their weapons at the Arbiter. He stares at them in disbelief.] A bloody fate awaits you and the rest of your incompetent race. [points his hammer at 'Vadamee] And I, Tartarus, Chieftain of the Brutes will send you to it!
 * Arbiter: When the Prophets learn of this, they will take your head!
 * Tartarus: When they learn? [chuckles] Fool. They ordered me to do it.
 * [Tartarus sets off his hammer and sends 'Vadamee falling into the pit below with one gravity shock.]

 * [Opening of the level Gravemind. Both the Chief and the Arbiter are captured by the Gravemind.]
 * Cortana: What...is that?
 * Gravemind: I? I am a monument to all your sins.
 * [The Arbiter is pulled in, struggling]
 * Master Chief: Relax. I'd rather not piss this thing off.
 * Arbiter: Demon!
 * Gravemind: [huffs] This one [the Master Chief] is machine and nerve, and has its mind concluded... This one [the Arbiter] is but flesh and faith, and is the more deluded.
 * Arbiter: Kill me or release me, parasite, but do not waste my time with talk!
 * Gravemind: There is much talk, and I have listened; through rock and metal and time. Now I shall talk, and you shall listen.
 * [Gravemind pulls a monitor and the Prophet of Regret in]
 * Monitor: Greetings. I am 2401 Penitent Tangent. I am the monitor of Installation 05.
 * Prophet of Regret: And I am the Prophet of Regret. Counselor most High…Hierarch of the Covenant!
 * 2401 Penitent Tangent: [spots the Chief] A Reclaimer? Here? At last! We have much to do! This facility must be activated if we are to control this outbreak!
 * Prophet of Regret: Stay...where you are! Nothing can be done until my sermon is complete!
 * 2401 Penitent Tangent: Not true. This installation has a successful utilization record of 1.2 trillion simulated and one actual. It is ready to fire on demand.
 * Prophet of Regret: Of all the objects our Lords left behind, none are so worthless as these Oracles! They know nothing of the Great Journey!
 * 2401 Penitent Tangent: And you know nothing about containment! You have demonstrated complete disregard for even the most basic protocols!
 * Gravemind: This one's "containment"...[huffs] and this one's "Great Journey"...are the same. [Regret screams as Gravemind pulls him and 2401 Penitent Tangent off-screen] Your Prophets have promised you freedom from a doomed existence, but you will find no salvation on this ring. Those who built this place knew what they wrought. Do not mistake their intent, or all will perish, as they did before.
 * [The Arbiter stops struggling against the tentacles. He stares curiously at the Gravemind]
 * Master Chief: This thing is right. Halo is a weapon. Your Prophets are making a big mistake.
 * Arbiter: Your ignorance already destroyed one of the sacred rings, Demon. It shall not harm another.
 * Gravemind: If you will not hear the truth, then I will show it to you. There is still time to stop the key from turning, but first it must be found. You will search one likely spot, and you will search another. Fate had us meet as foes, but this ring will make us brothers.

 * Truth: We are, all of us, gravely concerned. The release of the parasite was unexpected, unfortunate. But there is no need to panic. In truth, this is a time to rejoice, a moment that all the Covenant should savor. For the Sacred Icon has been found. With it, our path is clear, our entry into the Divine Beyond guaranteed. The Great Journey is nigh, and nothing, not even the Flood, can stop it.
 * [The Master Chief teleports in, right next to a Grunt]
 * Master Chief: Boo.
 * [The Grunt yelps and runs away, throwing its gun into the air - which the Chief grabs.]
 * Truth: Kill the Demon! [he and Mercy retreat]

 * [The Master Chief is forced to leave Cortana behind on High Charity.]
 * Cortana: Chief, when you get to Earth, good luck.
 * Master Chief: After I'm through with Truth...
 * Cortana: Don't make a girl a promise if you know you can't keep it.
 * [Cortana watches the Forerunner ship launch sadly.]

 * [After being freed from Tartarus's troops by the Arbiter, Johnson commandeers a Scarab]
 * Sergeant Johnson: Listen, you don't like me and I sure as hell don't like you. But if we don't do something, Mr. Mohawk's gonna activate this ring. And we're all gonna die.
 * Arbiter: Tartarus has locked himself inside the Control Room.
 * Sergeant Johnson: Well, I just happen to have a key. [The Scarab's cannon opens] Come on. Grab a Banshee and give me some cover. He's gonna know we're comin'.

 * Arbiter: Tartarus, stop.
 * Tartarus: Impossible!
 * Arbiter: Put down the Icon.
 * Tartarus: Put it down? And disobey the Hierarchs?
 * Arbiter: There are things about Halo even the Hierarchs do not understand.
 * [Brutes step forward menacingly, Tartarus waves them off]
 * Tartarus: Take care, Arbiter. What you say is heresy!
 * Arbiter: Is it? Oracle, what is Halo's purpose?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: Well, collectively, the seven—
 * [Tartarus grabs 343 Guilty Spark and jerks him around.]
 * Tartarus: Not another word!
 * Sergeant Johnson: Please... [Tartarus lowers 343 Guilty Spark to see Johnson standing next to 'Vadam. He holds a Beam Rifle and aims it directly at Tartarus.] Don't shake the light-bulb. [The Brute Captains growl and approach. Johnson raises the Beam Rifle to Tartarus' head.] If you wanna keep your brain inside your head, I'd tell those boys to chill. [Tartarus barks a command, and the Brutes back off; Johnson turns to 'Vadam] Go ahead. Do your thing.
 * Arbiter: [to Guilty Spark] The Sacred Rings, what are they?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: Weapons of last resort, built by the Forerunners to eliminate potential Flood hosts, thereby rendering the parasite harmless.
 * Arbiter: And those who made the rings? What happened to the Forerunners?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: After exhausting every other strategic option, my creators activated the rings. They and all additional sentient life within three radii of the galactic center, died, as planned.
 * [The Arbiter lowers his head in sadness.]
 * 343 Guilty Spark: [slightly awkward] Would you... like to see the relevant data?
 * Arbiter: Tartarus. The Prophets have betrayed us.
 * [Tartarus pauses, then throws 343 Guilty Spark at Johnson's head, knocking him down. He then grabs Keyes' hand and forces the Index into the console.]
 * Tartarus: No, Arbiter! The Great Journey has begun. And the Brutes, not the Elites, shall be the Prophets' escort!

 * [After Tartarus' death, Miranda pulls out the Index, aborting the firing sequence. She then stands in front of a holographic depiction, and Johnson rides 343 Guilty Spark to her.]
 * Commander Keyes: What's that?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: A beacon.
 * Commander Keyes: What's it doing?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: Communicating. At superluminal speeds with a frequency of—
 * Commander Keyes: Communicating with what?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: [a bit surprised] The... other installations.
 * Commander Keyes: Show me.
 * [343 Guilty Spark interfaces with the hologram, it depicts the seven Halos, a red message points to one ring (most likely the destroyed Installation 04).]
 * 343 Guilty Spark: Fail-safe protocol: In the event of unexpected shutdown, the entire system will move to standby status. All remaining platforms are now ready for remote activation.
 * Commander Keyes: Remote activation? From here?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: [patronizing] Don't be ridiculous.
 * Sergeant Johnson: Listen, tinkerbell, don't make me- [Miranda puts a hand on his shoulder.]
 * Commander Keyes: Then where? Where would someone go to activate the other rings?
 * 343 Guilty Spark: ...Why, the Ark, of course.
 * [The Arbiter comes up behind Johnson and Miranda Keyes.]
 * Arbiter: And where, Oracle, is that?

 * Admiral Hood: Master Chief, you mind telling me what you're doing on that ship?
 * Master Chief: Sir? Finishing this fight.

 * [Ending scene of the game, inside the Flood-infested High Charity]
 * Gravemind: Silence fills the empty grave... now that I have gone. But my mind is not at rest... for questions linger on. I will ask...and you will answer.
 * Cortana: Alright. Shoot.

 * [From the fourteenth Terminal; a group of Covenant troops have found and delivered a Luminary to the Prophet of Regret]
 * Regret: Stewards. Good news, I pray?
 * Steward: It was not easy, Blessed One. The Luminary was not forthcoming with the holy words, but our hope proved true. [The Steward touches the Luminary, which projects a large hologram showing the seven Halo Rings]
 * Regret: The Sacred Rings... Halo.
 * Steward: And not Halo alone, High Prophet. It also told of this. [the Luminary projects an hologram of of the Ark] The final home of the Forerunners, and the creation of the Sacred Rings. The Ark. [The Luminary starts projecting images of Earth; among which is an image of the Portal]
 * Regret: By the gods... It is glorious. The stories were true! Where did the gods hide such a treasure?
 * Steward: It lies far beyond the borders of our galaxy, accessible only by way of portal. The one portal the Luminary spoke of was here. [A hologram projection of Earth appears.] The Forerunners called it 'Erde-Tyrene'.
 * Regret: Our calling is clear. We must go there at once. We will take the ships in our command and go to this world immediately. This... Erde-Tyrene. Take heed, brothers. Your work signals the culmination of this Covenant's holy quest. Hold fast; the Great Journey is at hand. [As Regret speaks, the fleet powers up its engines and enters slipslace on a course for Earth.]

 * [From the final Terminal]
 * Linda-058: John should be here too. They'd listen to him.
 * Fred-104: Somebody needs to be getting work done while we deal with the red tape.
 * Linda-058: What do you think they want from us?
 * Fred-104: It's Naval Intelligence, Linda. They want us to tell them that everything's going to be okay.
 * Linda-058: Hate to disappoint.

Cast

 * Steve Downes as Master Chief John 117
 * Jen Taylor as Cortana
 * David Scully as Sergeant Major Avery Johnson
 * Keith David as Thel' Vadam/Arbiter
 * Ron Perlman as Admiral Terrence Hood
 * Michael Wincott as Prophet of Truth
 * Kevin Michael Richardson as Tartarus
 * Dee Bradley Baker as Gravemind
 * Miguel Ferrer as Sesa' Refumee
 * Tim Dadabo as 343 Guilty Spark
 * John Michael Higgins as 2401 Penitent Tangent
 * Robin Atkin Downes as Prophet of Regret
 * Michelle Rodriguez as Female Marine
 * David Cross as Marine
 * Mike Colter as Jameson Locke (Anniversary Edition)

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User:Aranel~enwikiquote

I more often live at the English Wikipedia. See w:User:Aranel. -Aranel

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I was aware of its original source, and should probably note that in the archive, but I was thinking of doing a "doublet" of Tolkien related to the "Return of the KIng" extended version being out now, and wanted to reference the movie, and tomorrow intend to use a quote not used in the movies, but prominent in the book. I occasionally have used quotes from a single author twice in a row, and figured this was a good time to do Tolkien. Jefferson I even used thrice around July 4th. ~ Kalki 02:32, 18 Dec 2004 (UTC)

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Talk:Stephen Crane

The quote attributed to Stephen Crane here is a poem that is contained in Wikisource. I do not believe that Wikiquote is a place for poems that are contained in Wikisource. This is a redundancy. I want to know if anyone would be offended by the removal of this quote and linking to the Wikisource Stephen Crane entry.

--Khaldei 02:42, 18 Dec 2004 (UTC)

Generally entire poems that are no longer under copyright do belong on Wikisource, but when they are just short compositions, they can also be appropriate here. Links should certtainly be made to articles at WIkisource, as well as Wikipedia, when related material is available, but I see no need to delete anything. The convenience of having a few lines of poetry here as well as there introduces no needless burden like redundant images on projects can. ~ Kalki 05:25, 18 Dec 2004 (UTC)

Wrong Crane Anyway
Hi. If the above discussion is concerning the first quote "The Colors", this sentimental dreck was written by Nathalia Crane (1913- ) when she was 12, and can found at p. 72 of "The Singing Crow And Other Poems" (1926)

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Elizabeth Butler-Sloss

Dame Elizabeth Butler-Sloss, GBE, PC (born August 10, 1933) is a retired English judge and current head of the Security Commission.

Quotes

 * Mother brings a child late to contact by half-an-hour; father then requires an extra half-hour the next week. This is getting silly. If, in fact, the father does not see the child at all, of course he should see the child on another occasion, but there are fathers who actually add up the minutes and produce it and say "Now I should have so much more contact because I lost five minutes last week and ten minutes the week before".
 * Testimony before the Constitutional Affairs Committee, November 9, 2004

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Statistics

Statistics is a mathematical science pertaining to the collection, analysis, interpretation and presentation of data.

Quotes

 * In the 1930s English statistical theory was beginning to travel, with contributions from, amongst others, Hotelling and Snedecor in America and Darmois in France, but its home was still in England where there were four important centres: University College London, Rothamsted Experimental Station, Edinburgh University and Cambridge University with University College and Rothamsted far in the lead. Although Cambridge University was slow to adopt modern statistical theory, Cambridge men–Karl Pearson, Edmund Whittaker and Ronald Fisher–had put the other places on the statistical map. University College was the most established centre and its importance went back to 1893 when Karl Pearson, the professor of applied mathematics, first collaborated with Raphael Weldon, the professor of zoology on a subject they called “biometry.” There was a second surge in the “English statistical school” associated with R. A. Fisher who went to work at Rothamsted in 1919.

 * I wish that people would be persuaded that psychological experiments, especially those on the complex functions, are not improved (by large studies); the statistical method gives only mediocre results; some recent examples demonstrate that. The American authors, who love to do things big, often publish experiments that have been conducted on hundreds and thousands of people; they instinctively obey the prejudice that the persuasiveness of a work is proportional to the number of observations. This is only an illusion.
 * Alfred Binet (1903). L’Etude experimentale de l’intelligence. Paris: Schleicher Freres and Cie. p. 299; As cited in: Carson (1999, 360)

 * All models are wrong, but some are useful
 * George E. P. Box, 1979

 * Statisticians, like artists, have the bad habit of falling in love with their models.
 * Attributed to statistician, George E. P. Box

 * ...the statistician knows...that in nature there never was a normal distribution, there never was a straight line, yet with normal and linear assumptions, known to be false, he can often derive results which match, to a useful approximation, those found in the real world.
 * George Box (JASA, 1976, Vol. 71, 791-799)

 * Life in financial markets has got no relation to sigmas. I mean, if everybody who had ever operated in financial markets had never had any concept of standard errors, and so on, they would be a lot better off.
 * Warren Buffett, (quote at 3:07:45 of 4:28:07)

 * Strange events permit themselves the luxury of occurring.
 * Charlie Chan in a book by

 * If you torture the data enough, nature will always confess.

 * There are no routine statistical questions, only questionable statistical routines.
 * David Cox (quoted by Christopher Chatfield in Avoiding Statistical Pitfalls 1991 p. 240)
 * J.M. Hammersley (quoted by Rolf Sundberg in Interpretation of unreplicated two-level factorial experiments, by examples p. 2)

 * Statistics is the science of learning from data, and of measuring, controlling, and communicating uncertainty.

 * In our private life as in our collective life there is no other truth than a statistical one.
 * Simone de Beauvoir, Part III: The Positive Aspect of Ambiguity

 * There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.
 * Attributed to Benjamin Disraeli by Mark Twain in "Chapters from My Autobiography — XX", North American Review No. DCXVIII (JULY 5, 1907) . His attribution is unverified and the origin is uncertain: see Lies, damned lies, and statistics and Leonard H. Courtney. Other authors to whom the quote has been attributed, as reported in Respectfully Quoted: A Dictionary of Quotations (1989), include Henry Labouchère, Abram S. Hewitt, and Holloway H. Frost.

 * Statistics has been the most successful information science. Those who ignore Statistics are condemned to reinvent it.
 * Attributed to Bradley Efron by

 * The rise of biometry in this 20th century, like that of geometry in the 3rd century before Christ, seems to mark out one of the great ages or critical periods in the advance of the human understanding.

 * To consult the statistician after an experiment is finished is often merely to ask him to conduct a post mortem examination. He can perhaps say what the experiment died of.

 * briefly, and in its most concrete form, the object of statistical methods is the reduction of data. A quantity of data, which usually by its mere bulk is incapable of entering the mind, is to be replaced by relatively few quantities which shall adequately represent the whole, or which, in other words, shall contain as much as possible, ideally the whole, of the relevant information contained in the original data.

 * It is a statistical commonplace that the interpretation of a body of data requires a knowledge of how it was obtained.

 * A well-wrapped statistic is better than Hitler's "big lie"; it misleads, yet it cannot be pinned on you.
 * Darrell Huff, How to Lie with Statistics (1954), introduction

 * Statistics is both the science of uncertainty and the technology of extracting information from data.

 * Statistics are often the last refuge of the antihumanist.
 * Shulamith Hareven "No One Asked the Medics" in The Vocabulary of Peace: Life, Culture, and Politics in the Middle East (1995)

 * I think the essential thing if you want to be a good statistician, as opposed to being a mathematician, is to talk to people and find out what they're doing and why they're doing it.

 * Most people don’t have a good understanding of just how variable statistics are, even when you are dealing with robots.
 * Jonah Keri, Baseball Between the Numbers: Why Everything You Know About the Game Is Wrong (2007), p. 246

 * Statistics is the art of stating in precise terms that which one does not know.

 * Statistics is the study and informed application of methods for reaching conclusions about the world from fallible observations.

 * Each of us has been doing statistics all his life, in the sense that each of us has been busily reaching conclusions based on empirical observations.

 * Statistics are like a bikini. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.
 * Aaron Levenstein (1911–1986), quoted by Laurence J. Peter in Quotations for Our Time (1977), requoted in Oxford Essential Quotations (4 ed.) (2016)

 * Politicians use statistics in the same way that a drunk uses lampposts — for support rather than illumination.
 * Andrew Lang, in a 1910 speech: as quoted in Alan L. Mackay, The Harvest of a Quiet Eye (1977), and reported in Chambers Dictionary of Quotations (2005), p. 488.

 * Uncertainty is a personal matter; it is not the uncertainty but your uncertainty.
 * Dennis Lindley, Understanding Uncertainty (2006)

 * Without the aid of statistics nothing like real medicine is possible.
 * Pierre Charles Alexandre Louis
 * Quoted in Evidence-based medicine: old French wine with a new Canadian label?, P K Rangachari, J R Soc Med. 1997 May; 90(5): 280–284.

 * According to a University College London study (2014), 40% of women surveyed with severe mental illness had suffered rape or attempted rape in adulthood, and 53% of those had attempted suicide as a result. In the general population, 7% of women had been victims of rape or attempted rape, of whom 3% had attempted suicide. If these statistics don't sound accurate to you, your hesitation or disbelief supports another reality about rape research: Because so many individuals who survive a rape may not report a rape (for a multitude of reasons), statistics have limited meaning.
 * Seth Meyers, "Loving or Having Sex with a Woman Who's Been Raped", Psychology Today, (May 05, 2017)

 * A statistical procedure is not an automatic, mechanical truth-generating machine.

 * While it is easy to lie with statistics, it is even easier to lie without them.
 * Attributed to Frederick Mosteller in

 * A statistical analysis, properly conducted, is a delicate dissection of uncertainties, a surgery of suppositions.

 * 91.7 percent of all statistics are made-up on the spot.
 * Anonymous

 * In God we trust. All others must bring data.
 * Variants: In God we trust. All others must have data. and In God we trust, others must provide data.
 * Proverbial, variant of "In God we trust. All others (pay) cash.", which dates to at least 1877 US.
 * Earliest attestation 1978, which already refers to it as a cliche:
 * I should like to close by citing a well-recognized cliche in scientific circles. The cliche is, "In God we trust, others must provide data."
 * Effect of Smoking on Nonsmokers: Hearing Before the Subcommittee on Tobacco of the Committee on Agriculture, House of Representatives, Ninety-fifth Congress, Second Session, September 7, 1978, p. 5 (quoting Edwin R. Fisher, brother of Bernard Fisher)
 * Other earlier example 1981, in "Test Bias: in God We Trust; All Others Must Have Data",, Invited address for the APA Division of Evaluation and Measurement, to the annual meeting of the American Psychological Association, August 1981.
 * Published as "Test bias: In God we trust, all others must have data." Journal of Special Education, 17(3), 214–268 (1983), DOI: https://doi.org/10.1177/002246698301700303
 * Later attestation "1984 W. J. Youden Memorial Address: The Key Role of Statisticians in the Transformation of North American Industry", by Brian L. Joiner (at fall conference), transcript published variously:
 * ASQ Statistics Division Newsletter, volume 6, number 2 (1985)
 * The American Statistician Vol. 39, No. 3 (Aug., 1985), pp. 224-227, DOI: 10.2307/2683943, p. 226:
 * We [Statisticians] can show how understanding processes helps provide ways for data-based communication of departmental needs. We can help to eliminate finger-pointing and get down to the facts. "In God we trust. All others must bring data." Or, "Facts often kill a good argument."
 * Frequently attributed to W. Edwards Deming; it appears in The Deming Management Method, by Mary Walton, 1986, p. 96, without any attribution, to Deming or anyone else:
 * Chapter 20: Doing It with Data: "In God we trust. All others must bring data." If there is a credo for statisticians, it is that.

 * To understand God's thoughts we must study statistics, for these are the measure of his purpose.
 * Florence Nightingale, quoted in Karl Pearson, Life of Francis Galton, vol.II, ch.xiii, sect.i

 * The true foundation of theology is to ascertain the character of God. It is by the art of statistics that law in the social sphere can be ascertained and codified, and certain aspects of the character of God thereby revealed. The study of statistics is thus a religious service.
 * Attributed to Florence Nightingale by F.N. David in Games, Gods, and Gambling: A History of Probability and Statistical Ideas, 1962, page 103.

 * Average a left-hander with a right-hander and what do you get?
 * Donald Norman, The Design of Everyday Things (1988), Ch. 6, p. 162

 * With four parameters I can fit an elephant, and with five I can make him wiggle his trunk.
 * Attributed to von Neumann by Enrico Fermi, as quoted by Freeman Dyson in "A meeting with Enrico Fermi" in Nature 427 (22 January 2004) p. 297

 * Although its evolution in the United States differed markedly from that of applied mathematics, statistics, too, benefited from the presence of the emigres and from the overall war effort. After a protracted period of professional differentiation from the social scientists and from the social sciences, mathematical statisticians had formed their own society, the Institute of Mathematical Statistics (IMS), in 1935. By 1938, the IMS had also taken over responsibility for the Annals of Mathematical Statistics, a journal that had been founded in 1929 to serve the needs of the more mathematically and theoretically inclined statistical practitioners. Thus, when refugees like Neyman, William Feller, Mark Kac, and Abraham Wald took up positions in the United States at Berkeley, Brown, Cornell, and Columbia, respectively, they were able to participate in a young, but viable, community of mathematical statisticians.
 * Karen Hunger Parshall, "Perspectives on American Mathematics", Bulletin of the American Mathematical Society (2000) 37: 381–405.

 * Numbers and stats bob in a sentimental slop, a swampy slurry of bits of hard data and buckets of mushy manipulation.
 * Laura Penny, More Money Than Brains, p. 28

 * The individual source of the statistics may easily be the weakest link. Harold Cox tells a story of his life as a young man in India. He quoted some statistics to a Judge, an Englishman, and a very good fellow. His friend said, Cox, when you are a bit older, you will not quote Indian statistics with that assurance. The Government are very keen on amassing statistics—they collect them, add them, raise them to the nth power, take the cube root and prepare wonderful diagrams. But what you must never forget is that every one of those figures comes in the first instance from the chowty dar [chowkidar] (village watchman), who just puts down what he damn pleases.
 * Josiah Stamp, recounting a story from Harold Cox, Some Economic Factors in Modern Life (1929), p. 258.

Septimus: We do. Thomasina: Then why do your shapes describe only the shapes of manufacture? Septimus: I do not know. Thomasina: Armed thus, God could only make a cabinet.
 * Thomasina: If there is an equation for a curve like a bell, there must be an equation for one like a bluebell, and if a bluebell, why not a rose? Do we believe nature is written in numbers?
 * Tom Stoppard, Arcadia (1993)

 * There are two kinds of statistics, the kind you look up and the kind you make up.
 * Archie Goodwin, in Rex Stout's Nero Wolfe novel Death of a Doxy (1966)

 * The main problem with statistics is statisticians.
 * Nassim Nicholas Taleb, tweet, 29 August 2020

 * The best thing about being a statistician is that you get to play in everyone's backyard
 * John Tukey, quoted by David Leonhardt in The New York Times

 * Far better an approximate answer to the right question, which is often vague, than an exact answer to the wrong question, which can always be made precise.
 * Variant: "An approximate answer to the right question is worth a great deal more than a precise answer to the wrong question."  "as the renowned statistician John Tukey once reportedly said," according to Super Freakonomics page 224.
 * Variant: "An approximate answer to the right question is worth a great deal more than a precise answer to the wrong question."  "as the renowned statistician John Tukey once reportedly said," according to Super Freakonomics page 224.

 * The combination of some data and an aching desire for an answer does not ensure that a reasonable answer can be extracted from a given body of data.

 * The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic.
 * Variants: One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is just a statistic. A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic. When one dies, it is a tragedy. When a million die, it is a statistic.

 * This quotation may originate from "Französischer Witz" (1925) by Kurt Tucholsky: "Darauf sagt ein Diplomat vom Quai d'Orsay: «Der Krieg? Ich kann das nicht so schrecklich finden! Der Tod eines Menschen: das ist eine Katastrophe. Hunderttausend Tote: das ist eine Statistik!»" ("To which a Quai d'Orsay diplomat replies: «The war? I can't find it so terrible! The death of one man: that is a catastrophe. One hundred thousand deaths: that is a statistic!»")

 * Statistical thinking will one day be as necessary for efficient citizenship as the ability to read or write.
 * Attributed to H. G. Wells by Darrell Huff in How to Lie with Statistics (1954), epigraph
 * The actual quote referenced mathematics in general rather than statistics:
 * The great body of physical science, a great deal of the essential fact of financial science, and endless social and political problems are only accessible and only thinkable to those who have had a sound training in mathematical analysis, and the time may not be very remote when it will be understood that for complete initiation as an efficient citizen of one of the new great complex world-wide States that are now developing, it is as necessary to be able to compute, to think in averages and maxima and minima, as it is now to be able to read and write. [HG Wells 1911, Mankind in the Making 2041]
 * According to Tankard: It might be argued that statistics and mathematics were closely related in Wells' mind, and that when he wrote this passage he was to some extent thinking of procedures we would now regard as statistics. That is conjecture, however. Earlier sections of the paragraph deal with arithmetic and geometry, and its literal topic is mathematics. It doesn't contain the word "statistics " even though the term was clearly in use at the time of Well:' writing [Yule 19051].
 * According to Tankard: It might be argued that statistics and mathematics were closely related in Wells' mind, and that when he wrote this passage he was to some extent thinking of procedures we would now regard as statistics. That is conjecture, however. Earlier sections of the paragraph deal with arithmetic and geometry, and its literal topic is mathematics. It doesn't contain the word "statistics " even though the term was clearly in use at the time of Well:' writing [Yule 19051].

 * Statistics is a body of methods for making wise decisions in the face of uncertainty

 * While nothing is more uncertain than the duration of a single life, nothing is more certain than the average duration of a thousand lives.
 * Attributed to Elizur Wright

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Talk:Cult

 * /Archive 1

Moved quotes to talk page that don't mention "cult"

 * Whenever there is an absolute truth at stake, the manners become careless. This applies both to the owners as well as their opponents of that truth and to all people involved.
 * Dr. Paul Schnabel, Tussen stigma en charisma: nieuwe religieuze bewegingen en volksgezondheid (Between Stigma and Charisma: New Religious Movements and Mental Health) (1982), ISBN 90-6001-746-3 (Deventer, Van Loghum Slaterus), page 343 available on the internet

 * It is both disquieting and even embarrassing that scholars supposedly studying the same phenomenona could have such strong differences of opinion.
 * James T. Richardson, Ph.D., J.D., University of Nevada professor of sociology, "The Psychology of Induction: A Review and Interpretation"; Cults and New Religious Movements (1989), Marc Galanter, ed., American Psychiatric Association

 * Who has or was given this authority to decide what beliefs or practices are orthodox or genuine, and what are unorthodox or spurious? In the realm of religion and belief, one person's or group's norm is another's anathema, and what is regarded as false or counterfeit by one person or group is regarded as genuine and authentic by another.
 * Lloyd Eby, testimony before the Task Force to Investigate Cult Activity on the Campuses of Maryland Public Higher-Education Institutions, June 1999,

 * We often seem most comfortable with people whose religions consist of nothing but a few private sessions of worship and prayer, but who are too secularized to let their faiths influence the rest of the week. This attitude exerts pressure to treat religion as a hobby.
 * Stephen Carter, The Culture of Disbelief: How American Law and Politics Trivialize Religious Devotion

 * I have been a victim of it, despite my rigorous scientific and philosophical training and reams of critical writings. I have published about the methodological failings of various sciences and others systems of thought.  So come on, you are not alone.
 * Robert Priddy, ex-follower of Sathya Sai Baba

Moved these quotes to the talk page, they don't even mention "cult". -- Cirt (talk) 19:34, 30 October 2013 (UTC)
 * I disagree strongly. The quotes have been (carefully) selected and are fully on topic. Andries (talk) 11:07, 11 January 2014 (UTC)
 * Which quote(s) in particular? Can we be more specific? I think it'd be best to discuss these above quotes, individually regarding inclusion. Thank you, -- Cirt (talk) 11:15, 11 January 2014 (UTC)
 * I am sure about that all the quotes are on topic, except the one by Stephen Carter which I have to check. The one by Robert Priddy is only regarding Sathya Sai Baba, so that one can be omitted. I find am not really motivated to discuss the other ones, one by one. You can check them yourself with google or with the links provided. The one by Paul Schnabel is originally in Dutch. His whole book is online and google translate will show that the subject of his book is cults and nrms. Andries (talk) 15:42, 11 January 2014 (UTC)
 * Okay, thank you for the helpful explanation, I'll try to look them over soon and then add some back in. -- Cirt (talk) 16:16, 11 January 2014 (UTC)
 * I checked the one by Stephen Carter and I do not think it is on topic. Andries (talk) 16:11, 14 January 2014 (UTC)
 * Okay, thank you. The others are not complete cites. -- Cirt (talk) 23:22, 14 January 2014 (UTC)

 * Frieza-Force yes, i SUPPORT these edits (was just reading the article). Frieza-Force
 * Update: I added back . The other cites lack enough information in the citations for verifiability, for example missing page numbers in cites, links that don't work, etc. -- Cirt (talk) 02:38, 12 January 2014 (UTC)

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The Hunt for Red October (film)

The Hunt for Red October is a 1990 film about one of the USSR's most senior submarine captains in their newest sub who violates orders and heads for the USA. The Americans and Soviets try to find him and try to figure out if the sub has gone rogue.
 * Directed by John McTiernan. Written by Larry Ferguson, based on Tom Clancy's 1984 novel.

Admiral James Greer

 * Now, understand, Commander: The torpedo did not self-destruct. You heard it hit the hull. And I... was never here.

Dialogue

 * [Captain Ramius has entered his personal quarters to see the zampolit, Ivan Putin, reading his Bible]
 * Ivan Putin: [reading, in Russian] "Behold, I am coming as a thief... and he gathered them all together in a place called Armageddon... [English] and the Seventh Angel poured forth his bowl into the air, and a voice cried out from Heaven, saying, "It is done!" A man of your responsibilities reading about the end of the world? And what's this? "I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
 * Ramius: It is an ancient Hindu text, quoted by an American.
 * Putin: An American?
 * Ramius: Mmm. He invented the atomic bomb. He was later accused of being a communist.

 * [speaking to Dr. Petrov and Cook's Assistant Loginov after Putin's death]
 * Captain Marko Ramius: I want you and the doctor to witness this. I'm removing the political officer's missile key, and I'm keeping it myself.
 * Dr. Petrov: Captain, I think we should report this to Red Fleet Command.
 * Ramius: I'm afraid that's impossible, doctor. Our orders are for strict radio silence.
 * Petrov: This is most unnerving, captain. The reason for having two missile keys is so that no one man may...
 * Ramius: May what?
 * Petrov: ...may arm the missiles.
 * Ramius: Thank you. That will be all, doctor.

 * ''[Captain Ramius addresses the crew]
 * Captain Marko Ramius: Comrades, this is your captain. It is an honor to speak to you today, and I am honored to be sailing with you on the maiden voyage of our Motherland's most recent achievement. Once more, we play our dangerous game, a game of chess against our old adversary — the American Navy. For 40 years, your fathers before you and your older brothers played this game and played it well. But today, the game is different. We have the advantage and it reminds me of the heady days of Sputnik and Yuri Gagarin, when the world trembled at the sound of our rockets. Well, they will tremble again — at the sound of our silence. The order is: [looks at Vasily Borodin] engage for silent drive.
 * Captain 2nd Rank Vasily Borodin: Aye, sir. Ballast control, open outer doors.
 * Crewman: Yes, open outer doors.
 * Borodin: [to dive officer] Diving command. Engage caterpillar and secure main engines. [confirms caterpillar drive doors opening] Doors opening, Captain.
 * Ramius: Comrades, our own fleet doesn't know our full potential. They will do everything possible to test us; but they will only test their own embarrassment. We will leave our fleet behind, we will pass through the American patrols, past their sonar nets, and lay off their largest city, and listen to their rock and roll... while we conduct missile drills. Then, and when we are finished, the only sound they will hear is our laughter, while we sail to Havana, where the sun is warm, and so is the comradeship.
 * Borodin: Cryogenic plant coming online, Captain.
 * Ramius: A great day, comrades. We sail into history. [chief of the boat starts signing the Soviet national anthem]

 * ''[at the officer's wardroom, a simple question about the circumstances of political officer Putin's death leads to bickering among the other officers, but when one suggests going back to the USSR...]
 * Marko Ramius: [cuts in; everybody quiets] There will be no going back. [as he eats] Before we sailed, I dispatched a letter to Admiral Padorin, in which I announced our intention... to defect.
 * Lt Viktor Slavin: In the name of God, why?
 * Ramius: When he reached the New World, Cortés burned his ships. As a result, his men were well-motivated.
 * Officer No 1: You have signed our death warrants.
 * Officer No 2: Padorin will send the entire fleet.
 * Lt Yuri Stadnyuk: Jesus, they'll find us. They'll find us and -
 * Captain 2nd Rank Vasily Borodin: No one's going to find us. That's enough, Yuri!
 * Slavin: You had to do it, huh? You couldn't just turn the submarine over to the Americans. You had to make a political statement. Or was it something deeper, Captain... something that made you unable to slip away? Was it ego, Captain?
 * Ramius: We each have our reasons, Viktor. My own began the day I was handed the blueprints for this ship... a ship which had but one use. And as for the rest, well, those are things that I alone must carry the burden for. Anatoli, you're afraid of our fleet. Well, you should be. Personally, I give us one chance in three. [offers tea pot] More tea, anyone? No? Then you may report back to your posts.
 * Borodin: [stands up] You heard the Captain. Dismissed.
 * Slavin: [nods to Ramius] Captain... [the other officers leave and Borodin closes the door]
 * Borodin: Captain, I would never disagree with you in front of the men, you know that. But in this case, Viktor is right. It would've been better if you had not informed Moscow.
 * Ramius: Oh, Vasily. Moscow is not the worry, nor the whole Soviet Navy. I know their tactics. I have the advantage. No. The worry is the Americans. If we meet the right sort, this will work. We get some... buckaroo?

 * Lieutenant Engineer Melekhin: I found out what happened to the caterpillar drive. The buffer circuit has been torn out. It was only a matter of time before an overload shut down the whole caterpillar.
 * Captain Marko Ramius: What are you saying?
 * Melekhin: Whoever did this knew how to cripple the caterpillar in a way not easy to find.
 * Captain 2nd Rank Vasily Borodin: Captain, we have a saboteur onboard.
 * Ramius: It can't be any of the officers. They had all the time in the world before we put to sea. Must be a member of the crew. [turns to Vasily] Go below, to Putin's cabin. Check his files for information on the crew. We may have to put them off before we planned.

 * [Captains Ramius and Borodin talk about their plans to live in the US]
 * Captain 2nd Rank Vasily Borodin: I will live in Montana. And I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me. And I will have a pickup truck... maybe even a "recreational vehicle." And drive from state to state. Do they let you do that?
 * Captain Marko Ramius: Oh, yes.
 * Borodin: No papers?
 * Ramius: No papers, state to state.
 * Borodin: Well then, in winter I will live in... Arizona. Actually, I think I will need two wives.
 * Ramius: Oh, at least.

 * Seaman Jones: Conn, sonar! Crazy Ivan!
 * Capt. Bart Mancuso: All stop! Quick quiet!
 * Man #1: All stop, aye.
 * Man #2: Engine's all stopped.
 * [the ship's engines are shut down completely]
 * Beaumont: What's going on, Jonesy?
 * Jones: Russian captains sometimes turn suddenly to see if anyone's behind them. We call it "Crazy Ivan." The only thing you can do is go dead, shut everything down, and make like a hole in the water.
 * Beaumont: So what's the catch?
 * Jones: The catch is, a boat this big doesn't exactly stop on a dime... and if we're too close, we'll drift right into the back of him.

 * [Aboard the USS Enterprise, Jack Ryan, wearing the dress blues of a U.S. Navy commander (O-5), exits after meeting Admiral Painter and Captain Davenport; Davenport is not impressed]
 * Admiral Josh Painter: You think he's crazy?
 * Captain Davenport: Certifiable. And no matter what his credentials, I don't care for him wearing the uniform.
 * Painter: You see that ring on his finger? The Academy, Class of '72. A Marine.
 * Davenport: You're kidding! How did you...
 * Painter: Greer told me. Summer of his third year, he and his squad went down in a chopper accident in the Med. Bad - pilot, crew killed. That kid spent ten months in traction, another year learning to walk again. Did his fourth year from the hospital. Now it's up to you, Charlie, but you might consider cuttin' the kid a little slack. Ah, Russians are gonna find that sub before we get near it, anyhow.

 * [The USS Dallas and the Red October have gone to periscope depth and have been signalling each other, and when the message is confirmed]
 * Capt. Bart Mancuso: All back full.
 * Lt. Cmdr. Thompson: Say again?
 * Mancuso: I said, all back full!
 * Thompson: Back full, aye sir. Engines back full.
 * [the Dallas reverses, churning the water]
 * Seaman Jones: Captain, we're cavitating, he can hear us!
 * Mancuso: Conn, aye! All stop!
 * Crewmember: All stop, aye.
 * Mancuso: Alright, Ryan, we just unzipped our fly. Mr. Thompson! Open the outer doors, firing point procedures. Now if that bastard so much as twitches, I'm going to blow him right to Mars.

 * [Ryan has just steered the Red October into the VK Konovalov's inbound torpedo upon Ramius' stern order]
 * Captain Second Rank Vasili Borodin: Torpedo impact, 7, 6, 5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, torpedo impact... now.
 * [the torpedo slams into the bow of Red October and breaks up on impact]
 * Commander Bart Mancuso: I'll be damned!
 * Jack Ryan: What happened?
 * Mancuso: Combat tactics, Mr. Ryan. By turning into the path of the torpedo, the Captain closed the distance before it could arm itself.
 * Ryan: So that's it?
 * Captain Ramius: Not quite. Right now Tupolev is removing the safety features on all his weapons. He won't make the same mistake twice.

 * [Ryan and Ramius go to the missile room to shut down a rocket that's being primed to ignite its motor inside the sub]
 * Captain Ramius: Hey, Ryan, be careful what you shoot at. Some things in here don't react too well to bullets.
 * Jack Ryan: [mutters] Yeah, like me. I don't react too well to bullets.
 * [Moves closer to enemy, who fires several shots at him]
 * Jack Ryan: I have to be careful what I shoot at?

 * [The VK Konovalov's torpedo has reacquired the Red October after being shaken off by the USS Dallas, and the Red October is heading right into the Konovalov]
 * Commander Bart Mancuso: Right full rudder, 30-degree down angle.
 * Helmsman: Aye sir.
 * Seaman Jones: [removes headphones] This one's gonna be close!
 * [The Red October turns hard to starboard and the torpedo locks on to the Konovalov]
 * Konovalov Crewman: Torpedo, dead ahead!
 * Andrei Bonovia: [to Captain Tupolev] You arrogant ass! You've killed us!
 * [Captain Tupolev has a moment to think before the torpedo destroys his sub]

 * Soviet Ambassador Andrei Lysenko: There is another matter... one I'm reluctant to...
 * Dr. Jeffrey Pelt: Please.
 * Lysenko: One of our submarines, an Alfa, was last reported in the area of the Grand Banks. We have not heard from her for some time.
 * Pelt: Andrei... [removes glasses] you've lost another submarine?

 * [The Red October comes to an inlet outside Penobscot, Maine]
 * Captain Ramius: "... and the sea will grant each man new hope, as sleep brings dreams of home." Christopher Columbus.
 * Jack Ryan: Welcome to the New World, Captain.

Taglines

 * Invisible. Silent. Stolen.

 * The hunt is on.

Cast

 * Sean Connery - Captain Marko Ramius
 * Alec Baldwin - Jack Ryan
 * Scott Glenn - Commander Bart Mancuso
 * Sam Neill - Captain 2nd Rank Vasily Borodin
 * James Earl Jones - Admiral James Greer
 * Joss Ackland - Soviet Ambassador to the US Andrei Lysenko
 * Richard Jordan - US National Security Advisor Dr. Jeffrey Pelt
 * Peter Firth - Red October political officer Ivan Yurevich Putin
 * Tim Curry - Red October chief medical officer Dr. Petrov
 * Courtney B. Vance - Sonarman 2nd Class Ronald Jones
 * Stellan Skarsgård - VK Konovalov skipper Captain Tupolev
 * Jeffrey Jones - Oliver Wendell 'Skip' Tyler
 * Timothy Carhart - Bill Steiner
 * Larry Ferguson - Chief of the Boat Watson - USS Dallas
 * Fred Thompson - Rear Admiral Joshua Painter - USS Enterprise

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Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle is a novel by Vladimir Nabokov published in 1969.

Aphoristic & generally quotable

 * "...male lust does not go very far for descriptive felicities!"

 * "Ardis Hall—the Ardors and Arbors of Ardis—this is the leitmotiv rippling through Ada, an ample and delightful chronicle, whose principal part is staged in a dream-bright America—for are not our childhood memories comparable to Vineland-born caravelles, indolently encircled by the white birds of dreams?"

 * " 'I can never get used [...] to the contrast between the opulence of nature and the squalor of human life.'"

 * "...nature is motion and growth."

 * "...we simply speak with our wounds; wounds procreate..."

 * "Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo-studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue."

 * "What (Ada asks) are eyes anyway? Two holes in the mask of life. What (she asks) would they mean to a creature from another corpuscle or milk bubble whose organ of sight was (say) an internal parasite resembling the written word 'deified'? What, indeed, would a pair of beautiful (human, lemurian, owlish) eyes mean to anybody if found lying on the seat of a taxi?"

 * "All bright kids are depraved."

 * "...if people remembered the same they would not be different people."

 * "But we are not 'different'! Think and dream are the same in French."

 * " 'All our old loves are corpses or wives.' All our sorrows are virgins or whores." ( See Algernon Charles Swinburne: "Time turns the old days to derision, / Our loves into corpses or wives; / And marriage and death and division / Make barren our lives." )

 * "Tropes are the dreams of speech."

 * "Remembrance, embers and membranes of beauty make artists and morons lose all self-control."

 * "Life, love, libraries, have no future."

 * "Oh, come, art cannot hurt. It can and how!"

 * Man, in that sense, will never die, because there may never be a taxonomical point in his evolutionary progress that can be determined as the last stage of man in the cline turning him into Neohomo, or some horrible throbbing slime.

The Texture of Time

 * "Here a heckler asked, with the arrogant air of one wanting to see a gentleman’s driving license, how did the “Prof” reconcile his refusal to grant the future the status of Time with the fact that it, the future, could hardly be considered nonexistent, since “it possessed at least one future, I mean, feature, involving such an important idea as that of absolute necessity.” Throw him out. Who said **I** shall die?"

 * "...Time is a fluid medium for the culture of metaphors."

 * "Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat."

 * "If my eye tells me something about Space, my ear tells me something about Time."

 * " 'Space is a swarming in the eyes, and Time a singing in the ears...'"

 * "Refuting the determinist’s statement more elegantly: unconsciousness, far from awaiting us, with flyback and noose, somewhere ahead, envelops both the Past and the Present from all conceivable sides, being a character not of Time itself but of organic decline natural to all things whether conscious of Time or not. That I know others die is irrelevant to the case."

Book-specific

 * "An individual's life consisted of certain classified things: 'real things' which were unfrequent and priceless, simply 'things' which formed the routine stuff of life; and 'ghost things,' also called 'fogs,' such as fever, toothache, dreadful disappointments, and death. Three or more things occurring at the same time formed a 'tower,' or, if they came in immediate succession, they made a 'bridge.' 'Real towers' and 'real bridges' were the joys of life, and when the towers came in a series, one experienced supreme rapture; it almost never happened, though. In some circumstances, in a certain light, a neutral 'thing' might look or even actually become 'real' or else, conversely, it might coagulate into a fetid 'fog.' When the joy and the joyless happened to be intermixed, simultaneously or along the ramp of duration, one was confronted with 'ruined towers' and 'broken bridges.' "

 * "During the week following her birthday, Ada's unfortunate fingernails used to stay garnet-stained and after a particularly ecstatic, lost-to-the-world session of scratching, blood literally streamed down her shins—a pity to see, mused her distressed admirer, but at the same time disgracefully fascinating—for we are visitors and investigators in a strange universe, indeed, indeed."

 * "Now and then, when he detached his organs of locomotion from the lenient ground, and seemed actually to clap his hands in midair, in a miraculous parody of a jump, one wondered if this dreamy indolence of levitation was not a result of the earth’s canceling its pull in a fit of absentminded benevolence. Incidentally, one curious consequence of certain muscular changes and osteal "reclicks" caused by the special training was Van’s inability in later years to shrug his shoulders. Questions for study and discussion: 1. Did both palms leave the ground when Van, while reversed, seemed actually to  skip on his hands? 2. Was Van’s adult incapacity to "shrug" things off only physical or did it "correspond" to some archetypal  character of  his "soul"? 3. Why did Ada burst into tears at the height of Van’s performance?"

 * "Being unfamiliar with the itinerary of sun and shade in the clearing, he had left his bicycle to endure the blazing beams for at least three hours. Ada mounted it, uttered a yelp of pain, almost fell off, googled, recovered—and the rear tire burst with a comic bang."

 * " 'Who cares,' cried Van, 'who cares about all those stale myths, what does it matter—Jove or Jehovah, spire or cupola, mosques in Moscow, or bronzes and bonzes, and clerics, and relics, and deserts with bleached camel ribs? They are merely the dust and mirages of the communal mud.'"

 * " 'I am sentimental,' she said. 'I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.'"

 * " 'But this,' exclaimed Ada, 'is certain, this is reality, this is pure fact—this forest, this moss, your hand, the ladybird on my leg, this cannot be taken away, can it? (it will, it was). This has all come together here, no matter how the paths twisted, and fooled each other, and got fouled up: they inevitably met here!'"

 * "...thrushes were singing so richly, with such sonorous force, such fluty fioriture, that one could not endure the agony of consciousness, the filth of life, the loss, the loss, the loss. Gradually, however, he regained a semblance of self-control by the magic method of not allowing the image of Ada to come anywhere near his awareness of himself. This created a vacuum into which rushed a multitude of trivial reflections. A pantomime of rational thought."

 * "He could swear he did not look back, could not—by any optical chance, or in any prism—have seen her physically as he walked away; and yet, with dreadful distinction, he retained forever a composite picture of her standing where he left her. The picture...penetrated him, through an eye in the back of his head, through his vitreous spinal canal, and could never be lived down, never."

 * "It did not matter, it did not matter. Destroy and forget! But a butterfly in the Park, an orchid in a shop window, would revive everything with a dazzling inward shock of despair."

 * "Don’t laugh, my Ada, at our philosophic prose, all that matters just now is that I have given new life to Time by cutting off Siamese Space and the false future. My aim was to compose a kind of novella in the form of a treatise on the Texture of Time, an investigation of its veily substance, with illustrative metaphors gradually increasing, very gradually building up a logical love story, going from past to present, blossoming as a concrete story, and just as gradually reversing analogies and disintegrating again into bland abstraction."

 * " 'I did not mean to offend anybody by my cry of anguish.' 'Even anguish should be civil,' continued Van (while the better Van in him tugged at his sleeve, aghast and ashamed).'"

 * "Speaking as a botanist and a mad woman, she said, the most extraordinary word in the English language was 'husked,' because it stood for opposite things, covered and uncovered, tightly husked but easily husked, meaning they peel off quite easily, you don't have to tear the waistband, you brute. 'Carefully husked brute,' said Van tenderly."

 * "In other more deeply moral worlds than this pellet of muck, there might exist restraints, principles, transcendental consolations, and even a certain pride in making happy someone one does not really love; but on this planet, Lucettes are doomed."

 * "I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness...I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended."

 * "One is irresistibly tempted to compare the strange longings and nauseous qualms that enter into the complicated ecstasies accompanying the making of a young writer's first book with childbearing. Van had only reached the bridal stage; then, to develop the metaphor, would come the sleeping car of messy defloration; then the first balcony of honeymoon breakfasts, with the first wasp."

 * "All he had wanted to say to Ada over the dumb dorophone amounted to three words in English, contractable to two in Russian, to one and a half in Italian..."

 * " 'I would like to know how long this—how long this has been...' (going on, one presumes, or something equally banal, but then all ends are banal—hangings, the Nuremberg Old Maid's iron sting, shooting oneself, last words in the brand-new Ladore hospital, mistaking a drop of thirty thousand feet for the airplane's washroom, being poisoned by one's own wife, expecting a bit of Crimean hospitality...)

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Talk:Maid Marian and Her Merry Men

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User:Wally~enwikiquote

I'm a Wikipedia member moved over here to help out a bit where I might. You can see my Wikipedia profile here. Leave a note on my talk page for any questions relating to changes I make here.

Articles which I've written or to which I've contributed substantially

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Subhash Kak

Subhash Kak (born 26 March 1947) is an Indian American philosopher, poet, and scientist.

Quotes

 * Like other social media platforms, Wikipedia has evolved into an echo chamber where the user is presented with only one type of content instead of being shown a balanced narrative. This disinformation is powerful since the articles are written in an academic style and users do not see other sources that disagree with the article.... Some editors of Wikipedia are failed academics with demonic energy who wish to conquer anonymously what they were unable to do in their normal careers. And spending much of their working life editing Wikipedia articles and by the use of multiple anonymous handles they have obtained administrative status which entitles them to block opposing views. The anonymous persona of the editors and the low stakes have made Wikipedia politics much more vicious than real politics.
 * Subhash Kak, April 9, 2019 Wikipedia or Trashpedia?

 * Once scientists and scholars invest parts of their career in support of a paradigm, it becomes a sort of a self-betrayal to abandon it.
 * "The honey bee dance language controversy," The Mankind Quarterly, 1991, 357-365.

 * Men and women in their mutual attraction are driven to the very emptiness they are trying to avoid.
 * Recursionism and Reality, 2002.

 * The essence of the Vedas is a narrative on who the experiencing self is. Ordinary science informs us of the relationships between objects and also their transformations. But the Vedas say that this ordinary science leaves out the self who observes these objects.
 * Interview The Hindu, 2014

 * Beauty takes us to a space that is ineffable, a place of secrets.
 * Interview The Hindu, 2014

 * Indian Anglosphere indifference to #KashmiriPandit genocide & expulsion is a shameful episode of recent history. Look at the Yazidis; their genocide and sex-slavery is not rationalized. The Indian Anglosphere lives in a cocoon of self-hate, self-deception and brazen mendacity.
 * March 2022

The Secrets of Ishbar (1996)

 * The best paradise is the paradise we are exiled from.

 * What is the chance that one can roll up the sky like a hide?

 * The world is a game of information and paradox.

 * I have so much of desire that desire itself is my fulfillment.

The Prajna Sutra (2007)

 * People embrace false magical theories in the hope something good will come out of them. In the most extreme of these, good comes out of them only at the end of this life, in paradise.

 * Man is a mimic animal, happiest acting a part, needing a mask to tell the truth.

 * Gods have many faces.

 * The body is like the wife to the spirit. The two must cohabit to create new forms, but their pleasures rarely coincide.

 * When the mind grasps the universe, the senses retreat.

The Wishing Tree (2015)

 * History is scraps of evidence joined by the glue of imagination.

 * Ritual is intimately connected with the mask, either in the wearing that hides the true face, or in the adoption of a public face.

 * Modern life alienates us from Nature, even our own.

The Loom of Time (2016)

 * If the heart sorrows over physical loss, the spirit rejoices over hope of understanding.

 * Europe has resurrected its pagan gods.

 * The dance of the peacock attracts not only the peahen but also the human.

 * The clash of civilizations is nothing but a clash of different myths.

 * One is not a single self, although there is some common thread holding together disparate incarnations.

 * If chess is about decisive victory by vanquishing the enemy by taking the fight to the place where the king is located, weiqi is about consolidation of territory.

The Circle of Memory, An Autobiography (2016)

 * If social media can bring the sense of freedom, it can also bind people into delusional cults.

 * The idea of consciousness requires not only an awareness of things, but also the awareness that one is aware.

 * Since language is linear, whereas the unfolding of the universe takes place in a multitude of dimensions, language is limited in its ability to describe reality.

 * There is nothing as uplifting and inspiring as the Upanishads.

 * A culture is like a lens through which people construct their world.

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