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“Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.”

“Squeezing her eyes shut, hating every moment, the put a single finger in and moved it around. “There’s nothing,” she lamented. “Go deeper.” Alice did. “Deeper.” “There’s nothing,” she yelled, pulling out her hand in anger and humiliation. “Of course there is nothing,” the Hatter said. “Who ever heard of such a ridiculous thing?” “So why did you make me do it?” Alice demanded. “Because it was really hot,” he answered.”

“Squinting in the darkness Anya could just make out a strange curving symbol scratched into the bark. Baba Zosia scored a line through it, disfiguring the symbol. Anya felt something in the air change and give, like the forest had let out a breath it had been holding around them. Something like static pricked the back of her neck as Baba Zosia cut her finger and smeared blood on the tree. The strange symbol melted into the bark, healing the tree to appear like nothing had been carved on it to begin with. Lifting her hands towards the campsite Baba Zosia started to chant softly in the complicated language of the tribe. Magic thrummed through the air, making Anya’s own flare and itch under her skin. She rubbed her arms to stop it. Around her a breeze picked up and the campground, with its tracks in the mud and stains from the fires all melted away until there was nothing but autumn leaf litter and debris in its place. It looked like it hadn’t been disturbed for years.”

“Squishy, stretchy babies adapted big brains but also soft, mobile heads to fit through their mothers' birth canals. Mom's hormones encourage pliability in the ligaments that hold her bones together—pelvises widen during the fertile years and, of course, during pregnancy and birth. [...] These adaptations seem to disprove the argument that birthing pelvises are the wrong size and shape to birth, that they lack compatibility with their babies. Labor is like two bodies dancing, not fighting.”

“Sr James George Frazer, a Scotsman by birth, is the author of the immense Golden Bough, a collection of anthropological studies. The author's methods of correlation have been as crude and unregulated as his industry and the cultivation of his erudition have been immense. The confusion of savage and primitive states of culture commenced by Tylor and his school has been carried to excess in the works of Sr J.G. Frazer. From the point of view of the social historian attempting to disentangle the story of man's coming and growth upon this planet he is one of the most calamatous phenomena in modern research: he has smashed in the ruin of pre-history with a coal hammer, collected every brick disclosed when the dust has settled on the debris, and then labelled the exhibits with the assiduous industry of a literary ant. His pleasing literary style in that labelling is in unorthodox English.”

“Srbi vole priču, bajku i legendu, vole i ne smeta im kada ih lažu, pogotovo ako znaju to, i osete nameru, da puštaju naratore i lažljivce, da pričaju, da se razmahnu i rasprde, jer im sadržaj iskrazanog nije važan, nego, ćuteći i slušajući, kupuju vreme i poverenje u sopstvenu naivnost. Jer lažovu je nužno da veruje kako je nekoga obmanuo i slagao i kako će od toga imati nekakve hasne. A korist ih, neodređena, zbližava, povezuje u toj ludoj skaski, kao što političara, koji slatkorečivošću vrbuje, laž povezuje za glasača, koji voljno pristaje na ćutanje pred bujicom neistina, neumetenih obećanja i neumuštivih vizija, samo kako bi kasnije ubrao nekoliko plodova s grma sopstvenog poniženja.”

“Srebrenica was officially ‘protected’ not just by UN mandate but by a 400-strong peacekeeping contingent of armed Dutch soldiers. But when Mladić’s men arrived the Dutch battalion laid down its arms and offered no resistance whatsoever as Serbian troops combed the Muslim community, systematically separating men and boys from the rest. The next day, after Mladić had given his ‘word of honor as an officer’ that the men would not be harmed, his soldiers marched the Muslim males, including boys as young as thirteen, out into the fields around Srebrenica. In the course of the next four days nearly all of them—7,400—were killed. The Dutch soldiers returned safely home to Holland.”

“Sreća je osećanje za decu i životinje, i nedostajaje joj biološka funkcija. Srećni ljudi ne stvaraju ništa, njihov svet je lišen umetnosti, muzike i oblakodera, kao i otkrića i inovacija. Sve vođe, svi vaši junaci su bili opsesivni. Srećni ljudi nisu opsesivni, oni ne posvećuju svoje živote tome da izleče neku bolest ili uzdignu avion u vazduh. Srećni ne ostavljaju ništa za sobom. Oni žive samo da bi živeli, i prisutni su na ovom svetu samo kao konzumenti. Ja nisam takav.”

“Sri Chinmoy was a once in a lifetime spiritual leader who touched the lives of millions of people through his teachings, art, athletics, and music. He was a student of peace and he embodied peace. Sri Chinmoy was a great man and his life's work significantly helped to build world harmony and will continue to do so.”

“Sri Krishnamacharya used to tell me: 'Do the Headstand when you are tired and in need of a tonic; when you are unable to fall asleep; when you are hungry, nervous and unhappy. Do it when in need of relaxation, when the brain is clouded, when you are in low spirits. Do it when your thoughts are distracted and you cannot concentrate properly or meditate.'”

“Sri menatapku tak berkedip. Satu per satu dia melepas baju saya. Satu per satu saya melepas bajunya. "Aku rindu sekali, Sayang," bisik saya. "Lebih-lebih aku, Mas, desisnya di lubang telinga saya. Sawah yang luas itu pun menyibak. Mendorong kebutuhan yang dalam sang bajak. Di haribaan yang saling lekat, kesampaian jadi pekat. Desahan itu, desahan itu, seperti lama benar aku tak mendengarnya. Lautku. Angkasaku. Bumiku. Yang memberikan segalanya. Aku menyelam tak puas-puasnya. Ada yang kurang. Ada yang kurang. Apa itu? Minta diulang? Tambah waktu.”

“Sri Ramakrishna is far greater than the disciples understand him to be. He is the embodiment of infinite spiritual ideas capable of development in infinite ways....One glance of his gracious eyes can create a hundred thousand Vivekanandas at this instant. If he chooses now, instead, to work through me, making me his instrument, I can only bow to his will.”

“Sri Yukteswar used to poke gentle fun at the commonly inadequate conceptions of renunciation."A beggar cannot renounce wealth," Master would say. "If a man laments: 'My business has failed; my wife has left me; I will renounce all and enter a monastery,' to what worldly sacrifice is he referring? He did not renounce wealth and love; they renounced him!"Saints like Gandhi, on the other hand, have made not only tangible material sacrifices, but also the more difficult renunciation of selfish motive and private goal, merging their inmost being in the stream of humanity as a whole.”