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“من، خود، وابسته به دشت و زمین ام! دوست تر دارم حرکات تند پنجه ی مرطوب اردکی که پشت سرش را در کناره ی مردابی می خاراند تماشا کنم یا قطره های درخشنده ی آبی که از پوزه ی گاوی بی حرکت پس از نوشیدن آب از برکه ای که تا زانو در آن فرو رفته به بیرون می ریزد، نگاه کنم تا این که کروبیان را محو درک خود آز آسمانها ببینم.”

“No one can imagine the kind of pressure being president of the U.S. imposes on an individual and how easily a president can be corrupted by power. To be in command of the most powerful country on earth, to be able to fly anywhere at a moment's notice, to be able to grant almost any wish, to take action that affects the lives of millions, is such a heady, intoxicating experience that only people with the most stable personalities and well-developed value systems can handle it.”

“He always approached things with big ideas and objectives," Dan Evans said, "Find the best people you can to pursue those goals. Lead them in that direction. Give them leadership through your trust in them, your determination, your courage. You commit yourself to it a hundred percent. And when it's over, it's over, and you move on...”

“The White House is a character crucible," according to Bertram S. Brown, M.D., a psychiatrist who formerly headed the National Institute of Mental Health and was an aide to President John F. Kennedy. "It either creates or distorts character. Even if an individual is balanced, once someone becomes president how does one solve the conundrum of staying real and somewhat humble when one is surrounded by the most powerful office in the land, and from becoming overwhelmed by an at-times psychological environment that treats you every day as an emperor? Here is where the true strength of character of the person, not his past accmplishents , will determine whether his presidency ends in accomplishment or failure.”

“Thus began Anna Dostoyevskaya’s career as Russia’s first sole woman publisher, a career that would in time wrest Dostoyevsky out of debt and continue to provide for their family for almost the next four decades.”

“در اینجا، او کاترین را از اینکه غرق تجمل و خوشگذرانی شده سرزنش می کند و می گوید:(( شما دیگر جز به زر و زیور و آرایش نمی اندیشید. به طبیعت اصیل خود برگردید. نبوغ شما برای کارهای بزرگ زاده شده در حالی که شما آن را در این بچه بازی ها تلف می کنید. شرط می بندم که از وقتی که وارد روسیه شده اید کتابی به دست نگرفته اید!)) و از او قول می گیرد که هر چه زودتر کتاب های: زندگی سیسرون،پلوتارک و ملاحظاتی درباره ی علل عظمت و سقوط رومی ها اثر منتسکیو را مطالعه کند.”

“هر چه زندگی سیاسی اش جذاب تر می شود، کاترین نیاز بیشتری احساس می کند به اینکه گاه به گاه از آن فرار کند تا با چند دوست صمیمی و نزدیک خود را در میان دیوارهایی بیابد که پوشیده از زیبایی شکل ها و رنگ هاست. قطعا ذوق هنری اون چندان قابل اعتماد نیست- خودش نیز بدان معترف است- اما همه ی سلاطین بزرگ که او تحسینشان می کند، لویی چهاردهم در رأس آنها کم و بیش، کلکسیونر بوده اند. وانگهی، او دوست دارد آثار هنری را به دست بیاورد، جمع کند و مالک شود و می گوید:(( این عشق به هنر نیست، حرص است. من دوست دار هنر نیستم، من آزمندم.))”

“هر وقت پیاده به کلیسا و یا به سنا می رود، عده ی درخواست کنندگان در مسیرش چنان افزایش می یابد که روزی اون در میان دیواری زنده محصور می شود. پلیس می خواهد با شلاق مداخله کند ولی امپراتریس بازوانش را می گشاید تا از ملتش حمایت کند. این حرکت نمادین جمعیت را به گریه می اندازد.”

“کاترین اگر با زیبایی خود همه ی زنان دربار را تحت الشعاع قرار نمی دهد، با وسعت اطلاعات و فرهنگ و با شیرینی و گیرایی صحبت هایش به راحتی بر همه ی آنان تسلط دارد. لرد بوکینگهام، سفیر جدید انگلستان اقرار می کند که در زمینه ی تفکر و اندیشه بین او و هموطنانش گودالی عمیق وجود دارد. او در گزارشی به دربار سنت جیمز می نویسد:(( بر اساس همه ی مشاهدات و ملاحظات من، امپراتریس با استعدادها، آموخته ها و فهم و شعورش از همه ی مردم این کشور بالاتر و والاتر است).)”

“Why would a perfect being, such as God, need to create any less perfect beings? The answer, said Edwards, is that God is perfectly loving and so wishes to share that love with creatures capable of love. Edwards's starting point was that a loving God stands at the heart of the universe. So for Edwards the universe is most essentially personal; it is the creative expression of a person. Edwards's emphasis on personality at the center of reality presents a sharp contrast to most modern views. Since the Enlightenment many modern thinkers have built their theories on the premise that the universe is essentially impersonal, controlled by natural laws. Edwards challenged that view with a vital alternative: that at the core of reality is a loving God, and that love is the dynamic behind the creation of the universe and everything in it. Starting with a sense of God's love at the center of reality then shapes the way we think of true virtue. At the core of reality is the beauty of the love of God pouring forth, so that the highest good is to return that love to God.”

“If the mystery can be reduced to one solution, it lies in a simple coincidence: Rimbaud's interest in his own work had survived the realization that the world would not be changed by verbal innovation. It did not survive the failure of all his adult relationships. He had always treated poems as a form of private communication. He gave his songs to chansonniers, his satires to satirists. Without a constant companion, he was writing in a void.”

“The last chapter in 'Alice in Worcestershire' is called 'Writing the book'. I started to write that 'Diary' chapter at the very beginning of the process and followed it through to the end... speaking to the reader. My decision to do this was because I've often read autobiographies and wondered how the author felt and how it impacted them writing about painful memories that had been locked away in a deep forgotten place. I wanted to know what was going in their 'present' life while they were writing; about the struggle with sharing their inner secrets and... I'm... inquisitive. (nosy)! It took me over five years to finish 'Alice in Worcestershire' because sometimes, I was simply too drained to continue. Periodically, I updated the 'Diary' chapter and, thankfully, it's enthusiastically appreciated by readers.”

“Todavía hoy asocio todos nuestros esfuerzos por enterarnos de lo que pasaba en el mundo exterior al nombre de Dajti, la apartada cordillera que rodeaba nuestra capital y dominaba su paisaje como si la hubiese tomado como rehén. Dajti estaba físicamente alejada, aunque siempre la teníamos presente. Nunca fui hasta allí. Todavía no sé qué significaba "recibido desde Dajti"; es decir: quién recibía qué de quién y cómo. Supongo que lo que había allí era un satélite o un repetidor de televisión. Dajti estaba en todos los hogares, en todas las conversaciones y en la mente de todos. "Lo vi anoche a través de Dajti" significaba: "Estuve vivo. Violé la ley. Pude pensar". Durante cinco minutos. Durante una hora. Durante un día entero. Durante el tiempo que Dajti estuvo activo.”

“River smiled sweetly at his tormentors and told them, "If you want to kick my ass, go ahead. Just explain to me why you're doing it." After a confused pause, one of the skinheads said, "Ah, you wouldn't be worth it." "We're all worth it, man," River said with a beatific smile. "We're all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.”

“Because I always feel like running Not away, because there is no such place Because if there was, I would have found it by now Because it's easier to run, Easier than staying and finding out you're the only one who didn't run Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described, As in "the long run" Or as in having "given someone a run for his money" Or as in "running out of time" Because running makes me look like everyone else, though I hope there will never be cause for that Because I will be running in the other direction, not running for cover Because if I knew where cover was, I would stay there and never have to run for it Not running for my life, because I have to be running for something of more value to be running and not in fear Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided, hidden from, protected from, gotten away from, Not without showing the fear as I see it now Because closer, clearer, no sir, nearer Because of you and because of that nice That you quietly, quickly be causing And because you're going to see me run soon and because you're going to know why I'm running then You'll know then Because I'm not going to tell you now”

“Will we ever see his like again? It is doubtful. But at least for a brief moment in time we were lucky to have him as one of our own: an English lionheart who was the terror of the continent, who earned the love and respect of everyone who had the privilege to see him in action and above all was a thoroughly decent hero of whom we can be proud. Rest in peace 'Big Dunc'. Your feats will echo in eternity.”

“The phone rang. It was a familiar voice. It was Alan Greenspan. Paul O'Neill had tried to stay in touch with people who had served under Gerald Ford, and he'd been reasonably conscientious about it. Alan Greenspan was the exception. In his case, the effort was constant and purposeful. When Greenspan was the chairman of Ford's Council of Economic Advisers, and O'Neill was number two at OMB, they had become a kind of team. Never social so much. They never talked about families or outside interests. It was all about ideas: Medicare financing or block grants - a concept that O'Neill basically invented to balance federal power and local autonomy - or what was really happening in the economy. It became clear that they thought well together. President Ford used to have them talk about various issues while he listened. After a while, each knew how the other's mind worked, the way married couples do. In the past fifteen years, they'd made a point of meeting every few months. It could be in New York, or Washington, or Pittsburgh. They talked about everything, just as always. Greenspan, O'Neill told a friend, "doesn't have many people who don't want something from him, who will talk straight to him. So that's what we do together - straight talk." O'Neill felt some straight talk coming in. "Paul, I'll be blunt. We really need you down here," Greenspan said. "There is a real chance to make lasting changes. We could be a team at the key moment, to do the things we've always talked about." The jocular tone was gone. This was a serious discussion. They digressed into some things they'd "always talked about," especially reforming Medicare and Social Security. For Paul and Alan, the possibility of such bold reinventions bordered on fantasy, but fantasy made real. "We have an extraordinary opportunity," Alan said. Paul noticed that he seemed oddly anxious. "Paul, your presence will be an enormous asset in the creation of sensible policy." Sensible policy. This was akin to prayer from Greenspan. O'Neill, not expecting such conviction from his old friend, said little. After a while, he just thanked Alan. He said he always respected his counsel. He said he was thinking hard about it, and he'd call as soon as he decided what to do. The receiver returned to its cradle. He thought about Greenspan. They were young men together in the capital. Alan stayed, became the most noteworthy Federal Reserve Bank chairman in modern history and, arguably the most powerful public official of the past two decades. O'Neill left, led a corporate army, made a fortune, and learned lessons - about how to think and act, about the importance of outcomes - that you can't ever learn in a government. But, he supposed, he'd missed some things. There were always trade-offs. Talking to Alan reminded him of that. Alan and his wife, Andrea Mitchell, White House correspondent for NBC news, lived a fine life. They weren't wealthy like Paul and Nancy. But Alan led a life of highest purpose, a life guided by inquiry. Paul O'Neill picked up the telephone receiver, punched the keypad. "It's me," he said, always his opening. He started going into the details of his trip to New York from Washington, but he's not much of a phone talker - Nancy knew that - and the small talk trailed off. "I think I'm going to have to do this." She was quiet. "You know what I think," she said. She knew him too well, maybe. How bullheaded he can be, once he decides what's right. How he had loved these last few years as a sovereign, his own man. How badly he was suited to politics, as it was being played. And then there was that other problem: she'd almost always been right about what was best for him. "Whatever, Paul. I'm behind you. If you don't do this, I guess you'll always regret it." But it was clearly about what he wanted, what he needed. Paul thanked her. Though somehow a thank-you didn't seem appropriate. And then he realized she was crying.”

“The history of an individual is a mystery to others. It is wonderful, fascinating, and motivating if revealed. The moment you learn about someone's life journey and its details, you wonder and your mind questions never thought such a thing would have happened or existed! That is the individual history of just one person. Imagine how many we are in the world. Of course not only the 7.5 billion current living human beings but also the other many billions who had passed away. Everyone has or had his own life story or even a special event that is or was unique. This is treasure and wealth to others. There are millions of them out there for you to have. All you need to do is to look for them, find where they are, and then wonder. After doing so, it becomes a platform in your own life whether you raise your expectations of things to happen or occur or you move forward with your own set of normal expectations.”

“For when I trace back the years I have liv'd, gathering them up in my Memory, I see what a chequer'd Work Of Nature my life has been. If I were now to inscribe my own History with its unparalleled Sufferings and surprizing Adventures (as the Booksellers might indite it), I know that the great Part of the World would not believe the Passages there related, by reason of the Strangeness of them, but I cannot help their Unbelief; and if the Reader considers them to be but dark Conceits, then let him bethink himself that Humane life is quite out of the Light and that we are all Creatures of Darknesse.”

“George was an atheist, and so am I. But how I long now for an afterlife - a world of light or of deep dazzling darkness, where he and the others we've lost reside, unscathed, forever accessible - to have tea with, to talk nonsense with, to reinvent the world with”