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Quotes By Mark Twain and Carl Sagan

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“Today’s mighty oak was once a single nut who held it’s ground.”~Mark Twain

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“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.” -Carl Sagan

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Fake Romance Novel Quotes

(previously published on this blog on July 14,2011)

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If you have read any romance novels at all then you have come across some laughable “purple prose”.  Awhile back someone sent me this list of what I’m assuming are made-up romance novel quotes.  The list remains one of my all time favorites.  Here’s hoping your sense of humor is as sick as mine:

His body was hard — not hard like Milosevic, the Serbian strongman, but hard like the marble on your shower floor, when you fall and bang your knee.

Her shoulders heaved like the tiny sobs of Snuggles the cat being run through with a roasting spit.

Her embrace made his manhood swell like week-old roadkill on hot asphalt in the Georgia sun.

Her petticoats dropped to the ground, rustling like a cockroach in a sugar bowl.

As she kissed her way down his manly chest, he felt his Amalgamated Crane Company stock increasing in value.

Beatrice was on him like a piranha on a corn dog.

…then he kissed her, like a butterfly kisses the windshield of a Porsche on the Autobahn.

Her breasts heaved like a stormy ocean, and her pointed nipples were like hypodermics washed up on the shore.

With his broad shoulders and slim waist, he was a yield sign — yet she could NOT!

He tore open her blouse like a Publisher’s Clearing House letter in which he, and some guy named Steven Bouber from Stockton, California, were potential finalists for the ten million dollar prize.

His manhood stood at full attention, stiff and stony like the vice president.

Sleekly malevolent, driven by a violent hunger, Donovan glided through the chum-filled waters of the singles bar, oblivious to the remora of Annabelle’s adoring gaze.

Like the wind, she ran, her breasts lurching like a motor boat over a wake, and then, as fluid as a fine imported transmission, she whipped out her man-organ and pissed away his dreams.

Her sun-glazed back formed a golden arch as he moved his face toward her happy meal.

With each breath, her chest heaved like a bulimic after Thanksgiving dinner.

He Beatty-ed her shamelessly, making her squeal like Ned and hallucinate like Warren.

He awoke my slumbering womanhood with his double tall loin latte. “Starbuck!” I cried.

His chest was her pillow, and oh, did she drool.

Claire felt swept away by this dark stranger, a helpless dust bunny in the roaring cacophony of his gas-powered leaf blower.

(Deet is on vacation until December 3rd and will run some older posts that were well received)

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Books- Carl Sagan on books

Carl Sagan

11/9/1934–12/20/1996

Carl Sagan from TV series “Cosmos”:

What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.

(reblogged from http://brainpickings.com)

“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.”
Carl Sagan—Cosmos, 1980

Carl Sagan’s “Cosmos” series is the most watched PBS series having been seen by over 600,000,000 people throughout the world.

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First Lines in Books

There are some “first lines” that grab me, they probably grab you too.  Here is a not too long list of some first lines in novels that have sparked a response in me.  Are any of them speaking to you?  If so leave a comment, I’d love to know what you think.  My commentary will be in parenthesis, But I’m happy to discuss your comments.  Maybe you have another “first line” that speaks to you.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (1813), Jane Austen
”It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”( Jane and I are SO on the same page here.)

A TALE OF TWO CITIES (1859), Charles Dickens
”It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” (Life doesn’t change much from one century to the next.)

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. – William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984) (I love this visual.)

A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. – Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (1951)(Where would you start your story?  Mine would start the first day of first grade when I went to a one room school house.  I kid you not.)

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. – Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001) (OMG! Anne Tyler speaks of all of us at one point or other in our lives.)

“Take my camel, dear,” said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass. – Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond (1956) (Gotta love anyone named Dot with a camel.)

Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. – Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (1988) (listen here Margaret, I’m still trying to wrap my head around E=MC2)

Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I’ve come to learn, is women. Charles R. Johnson, Middle Passage (Once again women being blamed because men are jerks.)

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa), Gabriel Garcia Marquez (What would I think of in his position? Probably what I’ve left undone.)

All children, except one, grow up. Peter Pan (1911), J.M. Barrie (if only this were true.)

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952), C. S. Lewis (The names some people give kids, amazing, Apple?, Moonbeam?, Rumor?)

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Little Women (1868), Louisa May Alcott (my sentiments precisely!!)

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