“I wouldn't want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“Perhaps my greatest shame was that I could not show what I should, and I worried no one would ever know how much I cared. Crows”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“I tended to hold love hostage in my heart because, if expressed, I feared it might abandon me as many people in my life had.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“We rarely are conscious of those primitive anxieties that creep out from under reason. And the only way to banish them is to turn on all the lights.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“To almost die is to know that one day you will, and to never again feel the same about anything.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“as was true with every powerful person I had known, and there were but a few, his greatness made him humble and kind.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“Το πραγματικό μέτρο της ανθρώπινης φύσης είναι ο τρόπος με τον οποίο φέρεται κανείς σε άτομα σαν κι αυτήν σε στιγμές που δεν τον βλέπει κανείς.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“it's hard as hell to get politicians excited about what we do out here, or about what you do, kay."
"the problem is, the dead don't vote," i said.
"i've heard of cases where they did.”
― Patricia Cornwell, quote from The Body Farm
“Dónde van las cosas del sueño?
Se van al sueño de otros?”
― Pablo Neruda, quote from The Book of Questions
“And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.”
― Jeff Lindsay, quote from Dexter By Design
“He imagined a town called A. Around the communal fire they’re shaping arrowheads and carving tributes o the god of the hunt. One day some guys with spears come over the ridge, perform all kinds of meanness, take over, and the new guys rename the town B. Whereupon they hang around the communal fire sharpening arrowheads and carving tributes to the god of the hunt. Some climatic tragedy occurs — not carving the correct tributary figurines probably — and the people of B move farther south, where word is there’s good fishing, at least according to those who wander to B just before being cooked for dinner. Another tribe of unlucky souls stops for the night in the emptied village, looks around at the natural defenses provided by the landscape, and decides to stay awhile. It’s a while lot better than their last digs — what with the lack of roving tigers and such — plus it comes with all the original fixtures. they call the place C, after their elder, who has learned that pretending to talk to spirits is a fun gag that gets you stuff. Time passes. More invasions, more recaptures, D, E, F, and G. H stands as it is for a while. That ridge provides some protection from the spring floods, and if you keep a sentry up there you can see the enemy coming for miles. Who wouldn’t want to park themselves in that real estate? The citizens of H leave behind cool totems eventually toppled by the people of I, whose lack of aesthetic sense if made up for by military acumen. J, K, L, adventures in thatched roofing, some guys with funny religions from the eastern plains, long-haired freaks from colder climes, the town is burned to the ground and rebuilt by still more fugitives. This is the march of history. And conquest and false hope. M falls to plague, N to natural disaster — same climatic tragedy as before, apparently it’s cyclical. Mineral wealth makes it happen for the O people, and the P people are renowned for their basket weaving. No one ever — ever — mentions Q. The dictator names the city after himself; his name starts with the letter R. When the socialists come to power they spend a lot of time painting over his face, which is everywhere. They don’t last. Nobody lasts because there’s always somebody else. They all thought they owned it because they named it and that was their undoing. They should have kept the place nameless. They should have been glad for their good fortune, and left it at that. X, Y, Z.”
― Colson Whitehead, quote from Apex Hides the Hurt
“When, on your dangerous mission gone,
You underrate our foes as dunces,
Be wary, not of sudden gun,
But of your partner at the dances.”
― Stanley Kunitz, quote from The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz
“I am not so fortunate as to have Virgil as my guide, but I do have Dante as my inspiration.”
― quote from The Anatomy of Evil
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