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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Charles Bukowski

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.

Bill Hicks

The biggest changes in a women's nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition.

Rabindranath Tagore

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.

Carew Papritz

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Woody Allen

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.

Marilyn Monroe

Religion is universal, theology is exclusive; religion is humanitarian, theology is sectarian; religion unites mankind, theology divides it; religion is love--broad and all-comprising as God's love, theology preaches love and practises bigotry; religion looks to the moral worth of man, theology to his creed and denomination.

_M. Lilienthal._

while it’s true that challenges do make us grow, the angels also say that peace leads to even bigger growth spurts. Through peace, our schedules and creativity are more open to giving service. Through peace, our bodies operate in a healthy fashion. Through peace, our relationships thrive and blossom. Through peace, we are shining examples of God’s love.

Doreen Virtue

I’m a professional gamer. And a woman. You know what that’s like? I get told I’m gonna get raped, that I’m ruining the game, that I should go back to playing with Barbies, that my hair is too masculine or that my boobs are too big or small or whatever, and all kinds of stupid shit. All the time. It sucks. But I don’t let it break me and I don’t let it stop me from doing what I love, from being who I am.

Annie Bellet

When the rain came down — I was standing in the green My soul was touched by every tree that my eyes could see I am in peace, in love, in harmony — when the rain comes down When the rain came down — melded with my tears When the rain came down — flow away the fears When the rain came down — bigger than the sea When the rain came down — then came me.

Happy Rhodes

Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal; Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle?

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 1819-1891.     _The Biglow Papers. Second Series. No. x._

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater...The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

Sarah Dessen

Still, how did you show the world’s biggest control freak that the secret to lasting love meant giving up control? I didn’t know, but I intended to find out.

Jeaniene Frost

I should dearly love that the world should be ever so little better for my presence. Even on this small stage we have our two sides, and something might be done by throwing all one's weight on the scale of breadth, tolerance, charity, temperance, peace, and kindliness to man and beast. We can't all strike very big blows, and even the little ones count for something.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Usually, Marilyn Norton loved the hot weather, but she was having a tough time with it, nine months pregnant, with her due date in two days. She was expecting her second child, another boy, and he was going to be a big one. She could hardly move in the heat, and her ankles and feet were so swollen that all she had been able to get her feet into were rubber flip-flops. She was wearing huge white shorts that were too tight on her now, and a white T-shirt of her husband’s that outlined her belly. She had nothing left to wear that still fit, but the baby would arrive soon. She was just glad that she had made it to the first day of school with Billy. He had been nervous about his new school, and she wanted to be there with him.

Danielle Steel

>Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Lauren Oliver

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

John Green

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.

Sarah Dessen

Well, we're big rock singers, we've got golden fingers,

And we're loved everywhere we go.

We sing about beauty, and we sing about truth,

At ten thousand dollars a show.

We take all kind of pills to give us all kind of thrills,

But the thrill we've never known,

Is the thrill that'll get'cha, when you get your picture,

On the cover of the Rolling Stone.

I got a freaky old lady, name of Cole King Katie,

Who embroiders on my jeans.

I got my poor old gray-haired daddy,

Drivin' my limousine.

Now it's all designed, to blow our minds,

But our minds won't be really be blown;

Like the blow that'll get'cha, when you get your picture,

On the cover of the Rolling Stone.

We got a lot of little, teen-aged, blue-eyed groupies,

Who'll do anything we say.

We got a genuine Indian guru, that's teachin' us a better way.

We got all the friends that money can buy,

So we never have to be alone.

And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture,

On the cover of the Rolling Stone.

        -- Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show

        [As a note, they eventually DID make the cover of RS. Ed.]

Fortune Cookie

    Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do,

and how to be, I learned in kindergarten.  Wisdom was not at the top of the

graduate school mountain but there in the sandbox at nursery school.

    These are the things I learned:  Share everything.  Play fair.  Don't

hit people.  Put things back where you found them.  Clean up your own mess.

Don't take things that aren't yours.   Say you're sorry when you hurt someone.

Wash your hands before you eat.  Flush.  Warm cookies and cold milk are good

for you.  Live a balanced life.  Learn some and think some and draw and paint

and sing and dance and play and work some every day.

    Take a nap every afternoon.  When you go out into the world, watch for

traffic, hold hands, and stick together.  Be aware of wonder.  Remember the

little seed in the plastic cup.   The roots go down and the plant goes up and

nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.  Goldfish and

hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup -- they all

die.  So do we.

    And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you

learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK.  Everything you need to know is in

there somewhere.  The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.  Ecology and

politics and sane living.

    Think of what a better world it would be if we all -- the whole world

-- had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with

our blankets for a nap.  Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other

nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own

messes.  And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into

the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

        -- Robert Fulghum, "All I ever really needed to know I learned

           in kindergarten"

Fortune Cookie

T:    One big monster, he called TROLL.

    He don't rock, and he don't roll;

    Drink no wine, and smoke no stogies.

    He just Love To Eat Them Roguies.

        -- The Roguelet's ABC

Fortune Cookie

Economies of scale:

    The notion that bigger is better.  In particular, that if you want

    a certain amount of computer power, it is much better to buy one

    biggie than a bunch of smallies.  Accepted as an article of faith

    by people who love<b> big machines and all that complexity.  Rejected

    as an article of faith by those who love small machines and all

    those limitations.

Fortune Cookie

"Good afternoon, madam.  How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon.  I'd like a FrintArms HandCannon, please."

"A--?  Oh, now, that's an awfully big gun for such a lovely lady.  I

mean, not everybody thinks ladies should carry guns at all, though I

say they have a right to.  But I think... I might... Let's have a look

down here.  I might have just the thing for you.  Yes, here we are!

Look at that, isn't it neat?  Now that is a FrintArms product as well,

but it's what's called a laser -- a light-pistol some people call

them.  Very small, as you see; fits easily into a pocket or bag; won't

spoil the line of a jacket; and you won't feel you're lugging half a

tonne of iron around with you.  We do a range of matching accessories,

including -- if I may say so -- a rather saucy garter holster.  Wish I

got to do the fitting for that!  Ha -- just my little joke.  And

there's *even*... here we are -- this special presentation pack: gun,

charged battery, charging unit, beautiful glider-hide shoulder holster

with adjustable fitting and contrast stitching, and a discount on your

next battery.  Full instructions, of course, and a voucher for free

lessons at your local gun club or range.  Or there's the *special*

presentation pack; it has all the other one's got but with *two*

charged batteries and a night-sight, too.  Here, feel that -- don't

worry, it's a dummy battery -- isn't it neat?  Feel how light it is?

Smooth, see?  No bits to stick out and catch on your clothes, *and*

beautifully balanced.  And of course the beauty of a laser is, there's

no recoil.  Because it's shooting light, you see?  Beautiful gun,

beautiful gun; my wife has one.  Really.  That's not a line, she

really has.  Now, I can do you that one -- with a battery and a free

charge -- for ninety-five; or the presentation pack on a special

offer for one-nineteen; or this, the special presentation pack, for

one-forty-nine."

"I'll take the special."

"Sound choice, madam, *sound* choice.  Now, do--?"

"And a HandCannon, with the eighty-mill silencer, five GP clips, three

six-five AP/wire-fl'echettes clips, two bipropellant HE clips, and a

Special Projectile Pack if you have one -- the one with the embedding

rounds, not the signalers.  I assume the night-sight on this toy is

compatible?"

"Aah... yes,  And how does madam wish to pay?"

She slapped her credit card on the counter.  "Eventually."

        -- Iain M. Banks, "Against a Dark Background"

Fortune Cookie

    "No, I understand now," Auberon said, calm in the woods -- it was so

simple, really.  "I didn't, for a long time, but I do now.  You just can't

hold people, you can't own them.  I mean it's only natural, a natural process

really.  Meet.  Love.  Part.  Life goes on.  There was never any reason to

expect her to stay always the same -- I mean `in love,' you know."  There were

those doubt-quotes of Smoky's, heavily indicated.  "I don't hold a grudge.  I

can't."

    "You do," Grandfather Trout said.  "And you don't understand."

        -- Little, Big, "John Crowley"

Fortune Cookie

Are you a parent?  Do you sometimes find yourself unsure as to what to

say in those awkward situations?  Worry no more...

    Good children always obey.

    Quit acting so childish.

    Boys don't cry.

    If you keep making faces, someday it'll freeze that way.

    Why do you have to know so much?

    This hurts me more than it hurts you.

    Why?  Because I'm bigger than you.

    Well, you've ruined everything.  Now are you happy?

    Oh, grow up.

    I'm only doing this because I love you.

Fortune Cookie

One of the representatives of the middle-class present today was a colonel of engineers, a very serious man and a great friend of Prince S., who had introduced him to the Epanchins. He was extremely silent in society, and displayed on the forefinger of his right hand a large ring, probably bestowed upon him for services of some sort. There was also a poet, German by name, but a Russian poet; very presentable, and even handsome-the sort of man one could bring into society with impunity. This gentleman belonged to a German family of decidedly bourgeois origin, but he had a knack of acquiring the patronage of "big-wigs," and of retaining their favour. He had translated some great German poem into Russian verse, and claimed to have been a friend of a famous Russian poet, since dead. (It is strange how great a multitude of literary people there are who have had the advantages of friendship with some great man of their own profession who is, unfortunately, dead.) The dignitary's wife had introduced this worthy to the Epanchins. This lady posed as the patroness of literary people, and she certainly had succeeded in obtaining pensions for a few of them, thanks to her influence with those in authority on such matters. She was a lady of weight in her own way. Her age was about forty-five, so that she was a very young wife for such an elderly husband as the dignitary. She had been a beauty in her day and still loved, as many ladies of forty-five do love, to dress a little too smartly. Her intellect was nothing to boast of, and her literary knowledge very doubtful. Literary patronage was, however, with her as much a mania as was the love of gorgeous clothes. Many books and translations were dedicated to her by her proteges, and a few of these talented individuals had published some of their own letters to her, upon very weighty subjects.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Idiot

Well, there was a big outlandish parrot on each side of the clock, made out of something like chalk, and painted up gaudy. By one of the parrots was a cat made of crockery, and a crockery dog by the other; and when you pressed down on them they squeaked, but didn't open their mouths nor look different nor interested. They squeaked through underneath. There was a couple of big wild-turkey-wing fans spread out behind those things. On the table in the middle of the room was a kind of a lovely crockery basket that had apples and oranges and peaches and grapes piled up in it, which was much redder and yellower and prettier than real ones is, but they warn't real because you could see where pieces had got chipped off and showed the white chalk, or whatever it was, underneath.

Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)     Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

"How pretty she is! how pretty she is! She's a Greuze. So you are going to have that all to yourself, you scamp! Ah! my rogue, you are getting off nicely with me, you are happy; if I were not fifteen years too old, we would fight with swords to see which of us should have her. Come now! I am in love with you, mademoiselle. It's perfectly simple. It is your right. You are in the right. Ah! what a sweet, charming little wedding this will make! Our parish is Saint-Denis du Saint Sacrament, but I will get a dispensation so that you can be married at Saint-Paul. The church is better. It was built by the Jesuits. It is more coquettish. It is opposite the fountain of Cardinal de Birague. The masterpiece of Jesuit architecture is at Namur. It is called Saint-Loup. You must go there after you are married. It is worth the journey. Mademoiselle, I am quite of your mind, I think girls ought to marry; that is what they are made for. There is a certain Sainte-Catherine whom I should always like to see uncoiffed.[62] It's a fine thing to remain a spinster, but it is chilly. The Bible says: Multiply. In order to save the people, Jeanne d'Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother Goose. So, marry, my beauties. I really do not see the use in remaining a spinster! I know that they have their chapel apart in the church, and that they fall back on the Society of the Virgin; but, sapristi, a handsome husband, a fine fellow, and at the expiration of a year, a big, blond brat who nurses lustily, and who has fine rolls of fat on his thighs, and who musses up your breast in handfuls with his little rosy paws, laughing the while like the dawn,--that's better than holding a candle at vespers, and chanting Turris eburnea!"

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

It was just 8.40 when a thundering wave of cheers announced the entrance of the presidium, with Lenin--great Lenin--among them. A short, stocky figure, with a big head set down in his shoulders, bald and bulging. Little eyes, a snubbish nose, wide, generous mouth, and heavy chin; clean-shaven now, but already beginning to bristle with the well-known beard of his past and future. Dressed in shabby clothes, his trousers much too long for him. Unimpressive, to be the idol of a mob, loved and revered as perhaps few leaders in history have been. A strange popular leader--a leader purely by virtue of intellect; colourless, humourless, uncompromising and detached, without picturesque idiosyncrasies--but with the power of explaining profound ideas in simple terms, of analysing a concrete situation. And combined with shrewdness, the greatest intellectual audacity.

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

"I shall get nothing from these fools," he muttered; "and I am very much afraid of being here between a drunkard and a coward. Here's an envious fellow making himself boozy on wine when he ought to be nursing his wrath, and here is a fool who sees the woman he loves stolen from under his nose and takes on like a big baby. Yet this Catalan has eyes that glisten like those of the vengeful Spaniards, Sicilians, and Calabrians, and the other has fists big enough to crush an ox at one blow. Unquestionably, Edmond's star is in the ascendant, and he will marry the splendid girl--he will be captain, too, and laugh at us all, unless"--a sinister smile passed over Danglars' lips--"unless I take a hand in the affair," he added.

Alexandre Dumas, Pere     The Count of Monte Cristo

The Pole on the sofa struck him by his dignified demeanor and his Polish accent; and, above all, by his pipe. "Well, what of it? It's a good thing he's smoking a pipe," he reflected. The Pole's puffy, middle-aged face, with its tiny nose and two very thin, pointed, dyed and impudent-looking mustaches, had not so far roused the faintest doubts in Mitya. He was not even particularly struck by the Pole's absurd wig made in Siberia, with love-locks foolishly combed forward over the temples. "I suppose it's all right since he wears a wig," he went on, musing blissfully. The other, younger Pole, who was staring insolently and defiantly at the company and listening to the conversation with silent contempt, still only impressed Mitya by his great height, which was in striking contrast to the Pole on the sofa. "If he stood up he'd be six foot three." The thought flitted through Mitya's mind. It occurred to him, too, that this Pole must be the friend of the other, as it were, a "bodyguard," and no doubt the big Pole was at the disposal of the little Pole with the pipe. But this all seemed to Mitya perfectly right and not to be questioned. In his mood of doglike submissiveness all feeling of rivalry had died away.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Brothers Karamazov

After the rapture of meeting, and after that odd feeling of unsatisfied expectation--the feeling that "everything is just the same, so why did I hurry?"--Nicholas began to settle down in his old home world. His father and mother were much the same, only a little older. What was new in them was a certain uneasiness and occasional discord, which there used not to be, and which, as Nicholas soon found out, was due to the bad state of their affairs. Sonya was nearly twenty; she had stopped growing prettier and promised nothing more than she was already, but that was enough. She exhaled happiness and love from the time Nicholas returned, and the faithful, unalterable love of this girl had a gladdening effect on him. Petya and Natasha surprised Nicholas most. Petya was a big handsome boy of thirteen, merry, witty, and mischievous, with a voice that was already breaking. As for Natasha, for a long while Nicholas wondered and laughed whenever he looked at her.

Leo Tolstoy     War and Peace

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