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“Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!”

“Jenny Marzen is who again?" Amy knew perfectly well who she was. Jenny Marzen was hot, hotter than Amy had ever been, and Jenny Marzen would be washed up in ten years and didn't know it. "And Jenny is my number one fan?" "No, but she likes you. She read your stories in grad school." "What is she, twelve?" "The point is, she really liked the article, and all that stuff about experience and news. Lex says she says you've got gravitas." "That's a dirty lie. I never even had mono.”

“Jenny Marzen made millions of dollars, as opposed to nickels, by writing novels that got seriously reviewed while selling big. Amy had skimmed her first one, a mildly clever thing about a philosophy professor who discovers her husband is cheating on her with one of her grad students, and who, while feigning ignorance of the affair, drives the girl mad with increasingly brutal critiques and research tasks, at one point banishing her to Beirut, first to learn fluent Arabic and then to read Avicenna's Al-Qanun fi al-Tibb, housed in the American University. This was, Amy thought, a showoffy detail that hinted at Marzen's impressive erudition but was probably arrived at within five Googling minutes.”

“Jenny Offill's Dept. of Speculation resembles no book I've read before. If I tell you that it's funny, and moving, and true; that it's as compact and mysterious as a neutron; that it tells a profound story of love and parenthood while invoking (among others) Keats, Kafka, Einstein, Russian cosmonauts, and advice for the housewife of 1896, will you please simply believe me, and read it?”

“Jenny remembers what it was like, all those years ago. It was never dolls for her, nothing so tangible as that. It was more of a feeling. As if, for the first several years of her life, everything held over her a sort of knowledge and insistence. Fence posts, wallpaper, the lawn at certain hours of the day. These things glowered at her, or smiled. Even something as ordinary as the blue rolling chair in her father's office had some hold on her, some whisper of a new dimension in its puffs of dust sent upward by her fists against its cushions. There was an intensity inherent in everything until, one day, there wasn't. The blue chair rolled on its wheels to the window when she pushed it. The rising dust was rising dust. And when it was gone, there was only a knot of longing somewhere deep inside of her, a vacant ache: adolescence. Boredom. It's why we fall in love, Jenny will tell June. We fall in love to get back to that dimension, that wonder. She goes to the laundry room, where, from a pile of clean clothes, she picks out a few articles of June's, folds them, then goes upstairs to knock on her daughter's door and tell her that this, this lost doll world, is the reason there is love.”

“Jenny Simpson loses her shoe in the women's fifteen hundred, with a lap and a half to go, destroying her chances to repeat as world champion, and she gives the most gracious interview afterward about how she's had a wonderful career already. Great for Jenny Simpson. Bad for the sport! We need drama!”

“Jenny: You didn't leave? Gareth: Of course I left. I was hungry, and I couldn't find anything to eat. I bought a loaf and some cheese. And oranges. Wait. You mean you thought I had left. Without saying a word to you. Would I do that? (Jenny nodded) Gareth: Damn it. You know better than most I'm no good at these things but even I am not that bad. Really, Jenny. Why would you believe such a thing of me? Jenny: I don't know, Maybe because you once told me all you wanted from me was a good shag? Gareth: I said that? (he looked surprised, then contemplative. Then apparently, he remembered and winced) God. I said that? Why did you even touch me?”

“Jeph (Loeb) will call me with updates, and I'll go, "Are you f--king with me?" I never saw this coming, and certainly never saw it coming while I was still coherent and in the game. That's the difference between me and the previous generations. (Legendary X-Men writer) Chris Claremont had to wait decades before his s - t was on the screen.”

“Jephthah called together the men of Gilead and fought against Ephraim. The Gileadites captured the fords of the Jordan leading to Ephraim, and whenever a survivor of Ephraim said, 'Let me cross over,' the men of Gilead asked him, 'Are you an Ephraimite?' If he replied, 'No,' they said, 'All right, say Shibboleth.' If he said, 'Sibboleth,' because he could not pronounce the word correctly, they seized and killed him at the fords of the Jordan. Fourty-thousand were killed at the time.”

“Jer, ako ima boga, on je samo jedan. I ne treba ti mač i crkva da mu budeš odan. On od tebe jednostavno želi da budeš dobar, a ne da plaćaš popa i da se šlihtaš do groba. Ako sve ovo ikad kažeš, izdajnik si roda. Jer ovde si to: vera, nacija i boja. Ljudi umiru zbog toga, zbog slučajne lutrije, a da su izvučeni drugde, sve bi bilo drukčije: voleli bi ono sto sad mrze jednakim žarom, i opet bi im bilo vredno da to plate glavom. (Pismo vanzemaljcu)”

“Jer Božja je volja da vjerujemo da ga stalno vidimo, iako nam se čini da je taj vid samo djelimičan; i kroz ovo vjerovanje on nas čini da uvek dobijamo više blagodati, jer Bog želi da bude viđen, i želi da bude tražen, i želi da se od njega očekuje, i želi da mu verujemo." Sposobnost da vidimo Boga i Božji svijet dolazi kroz proces rasta u bliskosti sa njim. Carstvo Božje se progresivno otvara nama dok se naš karakter i razumijevanje sve više dovode u sklad sa realnostima Božje vladavine.”

“Jer, ma koliko to čudno zvučalo, ljubav se uvek može uporediti sa mačem sa dve oštrice. Prva oštrica, udaljenija, poput Eskalibura prividno budi najčistija osećanja, preplavljujući telo nekom začaranom energijom. Blagotvornom. Snažnom. Okrepljujućom. Ona je ta koja naše ciljeve načini ostvarljivim. Drugu oštricu ne vidimo. Ona jeste bliža, samo, od uprtih pogleda ka prvoj, mi se ne osvrćemo. Vidici su nam suženi. Tupi. Neretko, poneseni zaslepljenošću, ne upotrebljavamo svest, zdrav razum, pa tako nesvesni sami sebi nabijamo vrh oštrice u srce. Nakon toga, postajemo slabi, krhki, ranjivi… Tu ranjivost, taj neuspeh, ispoljavamo pogrešno. Kroz ljutnju. Bes. Trudimo se da prikrijemo stvarno stanje, sve više upadajući u vrtlog izgubljenosti, jer nas rđa i bezljubavna hladnoća oštrice sve više prlja Ipak, lek postoji. Ali se pametni leče. Oni drugi nastavljajući sa povređivanjem, ne primećuju da lek postoji u isto tako naoštrenom maču. Samo treba usmeriti pažnju na prvu oštricu. Tu se zapravo krije eliksir izlečenja. Ne u oštrici.Već u iskustvu. Svakom se dogodi.”

“Jer sam čovječanstvo - i mrtve ću otkopavati, zakopavati, prevrtati; zatravljeno, u bezvjetrici sam se, ni ne brojim na samrti nalazio, a strahovao jesam, jer evo ga, eto zadaha od kojeg sam čitava života zadržavao dah...! Tu su porječja tragedija i oceana osmijesi, strah, to je strah nepomični, terevenka živovanja, a bud njega, bud toga da bih budan bio - za to sam se i otimao.”

“Jer sveđer sam prisiljen pripovijedati premda pamćenja nemam do istrte šake isprekidanih iluzija koje mogu, no ne moraju biti od onoga što se zaista dogodilo; to je izjava bezdanu, predstavka predstavi koju sam više života nazivao stvarnom, vjerovao tomu, sebi, čulima svojim podavajući se sasma pastelnosjajnom, šarenom, razigranom taktu vizija prijelomnih, gomilu glasova ćutim, govor, smijeh, netko iz petnih žila vrišti u mrak!... pobuna. Pobuna pred besmislom vjekovječnim i sad me tjeraš da se sjećam svega ali se i sjećam svega savršeno tebi unatoč, mene zanosi kao smet obilni, prštavo razasut drečavim sanjama i ja se potapam, nestajem, zaista to nema mene pred mrakom ali ga osmatram straha ne poznavajući - ja te gledam, cjelovit niz života jedini svjedok tebe i ma koliko vagao, zbroj sam životnoga samo ja jednoličan, dokle ti pak puki si mrak. Spominjem se postojanja, ono je suro, bezimeno, ne sjećam se tko sam bio ali ljudi su oko me raznobojni; baktanje potpetica i gromor željeznice, ciliču metalno zvonca u klokotu lijevajuće kiše po uspljuskanim šinama, uzduh mokre odjeće, znoja, zbijen sam u vrućoj svjetini rasvijetljenoj lampama potitravajućim po prljavobijelim zidovima i poteći se posežem za ljudima, probijam se kroz njih, gluh za riječi, opaske, potihe psovke: “Kud ćeš? Kud se guraš doboga?” Besprizorna pojava, prnjava, vonja ustajalo, ona skutrena iskrivljeno hoda zvjerajući tjeskobnim očima preko tvrdih lica, stepenica, betona što proviruje među polomljenim pločama i takva ide kao da žuri, traži nešto jurcajući prenagljeno; eno je odmiče, tu zastajkuje, osvrće se usopćena pa se sjati zatim natrag u gomilu. Čuje se mrmljanje, molba, pri svemu jedan nezdravi zanos zaparen izmoždenošću te jadnik zaista ne zna što govori no hoće nešto, raspituje se, grabi ljude za kapute, obraća im se nečujan u halabuci. “Ta što je? Gospodine, što trebate?” Ali bi nesretnik nestao, već nezainteresiran nezgrapno odšepao kao da se nijedna riječ nije izgovorila, nekako obuzet, opijen se provlači kraju terminala, polazi stepenicama, džandrljiv mu, predočivo pometen škrgut opažamo: “Ja vam tražim... znate, ako smijem reći, da, tražim, ovaj... ja vam tražim čovjeka. Čovjeka tražim. Tražim drugoga čovjeka, jeste li ga vidjeli? Budite ljubazni, samo da prođem, molim, hvala... Nego zaista, čovjek, vi ne znate gdje bih mogao naći još jednog čovjeka, avaj...?” “No ja vam to ne znam gospodine, moguće ako se raspitate u ulici B...” i opet graja, žagor, trvenje tkanine zatisnutih ljudi uz pištanje sporadično, odjeke štektave drvene i metalne, koraci nebrojeni iscrpljujuće preplavljuju (gospodine!...) čula, uopće ne razumijem ničije riječi niti znam obraća li se meni uopće tko ali sam izgubljen, ustvari potresen, potkradan od samoga sebe se osjećam do toga stupnja (čujete li me, gospodine!...) da sam sve manje zapravo siguran da sam ja ono što mislim da jesam - prepuštamo se maniji, osjetim; da sam ja ultimativno ja, vlastit, a uz pitanje vlasnosti ovdje je i ono granica, gdje je kraj toga ja, otkud baš sada moj kraj i kad je počeo, tako naprasno, neočekivano, nečovječno... “... ta čujete li me...!” Osvrćem se sa stepeništa. Pogledam dolje u gomilu. Neka osoba probija se prema meni. Izranja iz ljudi, nestaje među njima, opet se pojavljuje. “Čujete li me! Molim vas, ja inzistiram na vašoj smirenosti!” “Molim?”

“Jer šta se krije iza fanatične maske nesrećnog čoveka? Strah i osećanje velike slabosti, nesigurnost i potreba za natkompenzacijom osećanja inferiornosti (psihijatrijskim rečnikom, među fanaticima mnogo je neurotičara, psihopata i psihotičara) i, što je najgore, nevera u veru ili ideju koju ovakav čovek fanatično zastupa; u fanatika , najzad, jača bude vera u demonsku, nego u Božiju moć.”

“Jerado heard a splash followed by the roar of an explosion. Bits of equipment, glass and wood splattered against the back of the chair. A large chunk of table whizzed past his head and smashed into the cave’s wall. Ears ringing, Jerado sighed and waited for what he knew would happen next. “M . . . master?” “Yes, Remy?” “C. . . Can you sew my hand back on my wrist?” “Remy, Remy, Remy. You know how I hate doing mundane chores.” “B . . . but I can’t clean up the mess with only one hand.” “That is true. All right, fetch a needle and thread and I’ll repair your hand.” “A . . . And I need a new tunic. This one is in tatter”

“Jeremiah 17:9 says, 'The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?' We can even deceive ourselves into thinking we are Christian or that we are following God. But when adversity comes, the true believer will still weather it standing, though he may go through a fire of doubt. This is God's mercy to us, to strengthen our faith and our hearts. Allow this adversity to bow your knee to God and accept his will.”

“Jeremiah lowered himself into his chair, turned to the first page of The Phantom of the Opera, and started to read aloud. “The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as long believed, a creature of the imagination . . .” He read to himself the next few lines and expressed the following. “Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say of a spectral shade.” Jeremiah thought for a moment. It’s rather like me. It could have been an apt description of him before Miss Herman walked into his life with a plate of strawberry scones and a jug of lemonade. He had walked around like a phantom. Yes, he had been alive, but it had been a grim, lonely sort of life where he had shut people out. Funny what a little kindness can do, he told himself and went back to reading.”

“Jeremy and Karl and Elizabeth have known each other since the first day of kindergarten. Amy and Talis are a year younger...Now the five are inseparable; invincible. They imagine that life will always be like this--like a television show in eternal syndication--that they will always have each other. They use the same vocabulary. They borrow each other's books and music. They share lunches, and they never say anything when Jeremy comes over and takes a shower. They all know Jeremy's father is eccentric. He's supposed to be eccentric. He's a novelist.”

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“Jeremy Bentham argued that 'even in the best of times the great mass of citizens will most probably possess few resources other than their daily labour and, consequently, be always near indigence'. As long as working man was near indigence, hunger would remain an effective tool to goad him to labour. Bentham argued that an important task of government was to ensure conditions of deprivation, thereby guaranteeing that hunger would [be a constant motivation to work].”