“I'm a moldy moldy man
I'm moldy thru and thru
I'm a moldy moldy man
You would not think it true
I'm moldy til my eyeballs
I'm moldy til my toe
I will not dance I shyballs
I'm such a humble Joe.”
― John Lennon, quote from In His Own Write
“I sat belonely
I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.
'I thought you were a lady'.
I giggle, - well I may,
To my suprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.”
― John Lennon, quote from In His Own Write
“I was bored on the 9th of Octover 1940 when, I believe, the Nasties were still booming us led by Madolf Heatlump (who only had one). Anyway they didn't get me. I attended to varicous schools in Liddypol. And still didn't pass -- much to my Aunties supplies. As a member of the most publified Beatles my (P, G, and R's) records might seem funnier to some of you than this book, but as far as I'm conceived this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've every ready.
God help and breed you all.”
― John Lennon, quote from In His Own Write
“- Значи, тя просто се смяфка, без да има някакъв спечален повод? - мъдро каза той.
- Да бе, туйто, чисто и просно - отвърна Ричард. - Сутрин, прокобед и вечер само се смяфка като смяхната.
Спасторът вдигна поглед от къркоделието си и си отвори устите:
- Трябва да се стори нещо за това момиче, което се смяфка непрекъснато. Не е правилно.
- Наистина, не развирам, защо те ми се бърбърлят дали се смяфкам, или не се смяфкам. - въздъхна Араминта нашата търтелива жерква.- Неприятното на кражданите тука им е, че са закравили, ще го повторя, закравили са как се смяфка човек. Поне аз мисля тъй преподобни.”
― John Lennon, quote from In His Own Write
“The half-life of love is forever.”
― Junot Díaz, quote from This Is How You Lose Her
“The 1st day, I stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter watching Annie feed the cats, and I knew I wanted to do that forever.”
― Nancy Garden, quote from Annie on My Mind
“Is your learning curve a horizontal line?”
― Nora Sakavic, quote from The King's Men
“In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning. But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day. ”
― Salman Rushdie, quote from The Ground Beneath Her Feet
“[…] A book is a huge cemetery in which on the majority of the tombs the names are effaced and cano no longer be read. Sometimes on the other hand we remember a name well enough but do not know whether anything of the individual who bore it survives in our pages. That girl with the very deep-set eyes and the drawling voice, is she here? and if she is, in what part of the ground does she lie? we no longer know, and how are we to find her beneath the flowers? But sine we live at a great distance from other human beings, since even our strongest feelings and in this class had been my love for my grandmother and for Albertine — at the end of a few years have vanished from our hearts and become for us merely a word which we do not understand, since we can talk casually of these dead people with fashionable acquaintances whose houses we still visit with pleasure though all that we loved has died, surely then, if there exists a method by which we can learn to undrstand these forgotten words once more, is it not our duty to make use of it, even if this means transcribing them first into a language which is universal but which for that very reason will at least be permanent, a language which may make out of those who are no more, in their truest essence, a lasting acquisition for the minds of all mankind? And as for that law of change which made these loved words unintelligible to us, if we succeed at least in explaining it, is not even our infirmity transformed into strength of a new kind?”
― Marcel Proust, quote from Time Regained
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