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“Escapism sold books, to be sure, but not nearly as many as were sold by exposing America’s flaws and making the average American reader (and book club member) look closely at his or her most cherished social assumptions. Americans might not be eager to accept integration, feminism, homosexuality, juvenile delinquency, and the drug culture– or to shoulder the blame for the existence of these problems– but they were certainly willing to read about them.”

“Esce dal buio una littorina, bella e disperata come il Sud. È anche lei una bella stella cadente; si porta dietro un soffio di ruggine, erba e salsedine. Sopra il Mediterraneo, poche stelle di nome latino; la geografia del cielo parla arabo e greco. Lo stesso cielo dei Fenici. Sulle navi, i veterani di Annibale oltrepassano l'ombra immensa dell'Aspromonte, avvistano l'Etna in eruzione, girano attorno a Capo Passero, puntano nella notte su Pantelleria. Tornano a casa dopo quindici anni. Devono: Scipione è in Africa, spadroneggia come ha fatto Annibale in Italia. La patria chiama, Annibale parte, e i Romani lo lasciano andare senza nemmeno dargli la caccia in mare. Tutto, purché se ne vada.”

“Eschew evil and it`s machinations.”

“Escinde vida humana y naturaleza, identifi ca los valores asociados a la masculinidad con lo propiamente humano, impone un sueño loco de autosufi - ciencia e identifi ca bien-estar con consumo mercantil en permanente crecimiento y progreso. Es una noción de vida vivible no universalizable y que no respeta la diferencia.”

“esclarecer e sintetizar ideias por meio da profunda fertilização dos espíritos; mostrar, de diversos e importantes pontos de vista, a correlação de ideias, fatos e valores que estão em perpétuo jogo mútuo; demonstrar o caráter, a conexão, a lógica e a operação do organismo inteiro da realidade, mostrando ao mesmo tempo a persistente inter-relação dos processos da mente humana e, nos interstícios do conhecimento, revelar a síntese interior e a unidade orgânica da própria vida.”

“Escobar had drawn particular attention to himself by his terrorist tactics—he even bombed an airliner, killing 110 passengers, as pressure to stop his being extradited to the United States. His brutal violence against rivals also created so many enemies that victims formed a paramilitary group to get him. A curious alliance was formed of Colombian police, soldiers, and criminals, and American spies, drug agents, and troops, all after the big guy. Escobar was just waiting to die. Colombian police finally caught up with him in a residential Medellín house, shot him dead, and posed smiling with his corpse. Drug warriors learned a new modus operandi—sometimes it is better to forget about an arrest and go for the clean kill.”

“Escoffier knew if he could win Sara's heart it would be with a dish made of truffles and pureed foie gras, the one she often doted over. The subtle aroma of truffle, according to the great Brillat-Savarin, was an aphrodisiac. And so, "Let the food speak where words cannot," Escoffier said, making the sign of the cross, and cooking as if his life depended on it, because on some level it did. When the chef finally knocked on the studio door, his small hands shook under the weight of the silver tray and its domed cover. Escoffier had changed into clean clothes and now looked more like a banker than a chef. But he was, most certainly, a chef. Beneath the dome, caramelized sweetbreads, covered with truffles, lay on a bed of golden noodles that were napped in a sauce made from the foie gras of ducks fed on wild raspberries, the 'framboise,' of the countryside. It was a dish of profound simplicity, and yet luxury.”

“Escoffier set the table. He'd found a Japanese kimono, an obvious prop from some theater production, to use as a tablecloth. Paris had secretly fallen in love with all things oriental. It was red silk brocade, covered with a flock of white flying cranes, and made from a single bolt of fabric. The neckline and cuffs were thickly stained with stage makeup but the kimono itself was quite beautiful. It ran the length of the thin table. The arms overhung one end. Outside the building he'd seen a garden with a sign that read "Please do not pick." But it was, after all, for a beautiful woman. Who would deny him? And so Escoffier cut a bouquet of white flowers: roses, peonies and a spray of lilies, with rosemary stalks to provide the greenery. He placed them in a tall water glass and then opened the basket of food he'd brought. He laid out the china plates so that they rested between the cranes, and then the silver knives, forks and spoons, and a single crystal glass for her champagne. Even though it was early afternoon, he'd brought two dozen candles. The food had to be served 'à la française'; there were no waiters to bring course after course. So he kept it simple. Tartlets filled with sweet oysters from Arcachon and Persian caviar, chicken roasted with truffles, a warm baguette, 'pâté de foie gras,' and small sweet strawberries served on a bed of sugared rose petals and candied violets.”

“Escogemos un camino u otro en cada punto de decisión de nuestra vida, y acabamos siendo la suma total de nuestras decisiones. Al rechazar nuestros errores, ganamos una seguridad a corto plazo, pero renunciamos a nuestra identidad con el proceso que nos permite transcender nuestras debilidades y tolerar nuestras vidas dolorosas y limitadas.”

“Escoger un mal cristiano y un buen ateo no sirve para comparar. Ambos son resultado de ciertas causas naturales y la educación recibida en sus primeros años, tienen ciertos temperamentos: el cristianismo promete poner ambos temperamentos bajo una nueva dirección si ellos se lo permiten. Lo que tenéis derecho a preguntar es si esa nueva dirección, si se le permite hacerse cargo, mejora la compañía. Nos comportamos como si la bondad fuera todo lo que Dios exigiera. Pero esto sería un error fatal.”

“Escrever, para um escritor, é como respirar. Ele não se imagina fazendo nada além de escrever. Se você é assim, então vale a pena. Mas por que escrever? Nós escrevemos porque precisamos contar histórias. É mais do que uma maneira de comunicar ideias, para algumas pessoas é uma oportunidade para se conectar com seus interiores, criar histórias e levantar questões sobre a vida.”