tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53117832024-03-06T22:35:15.319-08:00Diana's Blog of InsanityNon-Designer Nonsense by a Non-DianaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-3289117617916422652020-09-28T11:28:00.004-07:002020-09-28T11:29:26.375-07:00Thing is, we’re humans. We’re tribal. More settled things are, the bigger your tribe is. All the people in your gang, or all the people in your country. All the ones on your planet. Then the churn comes, and the tribe gets small again.- from Nemesis Games by James S. A. CoreyDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-81746554809697237012019-07-10T23:32:00.000-07:002019-07-10T23:32:14.870-07:00Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time, we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled.
- from Matched by Ally CondieDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-37703792116159714042019-07-10T19:39:00.001-07:002019-07-10T19:40:14.482-07:00It turned out you could bear things just until there was hope of reprieval. In horror, he realized that this actually made things worse, for now he had hope for something better. And hope was a terrible thing because it crushed the necessity of bearing the worst. And once the necessity was gone, so was the steely ability to do so.
- from Very Rich by Polly Horvath
Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-4764259981369676272018-05-28T10:38:00.002-07:002018-05-28T10:38:55.508-07:00A beacon to him still, and he resented that, didn’t want it. Couldn’t help it.
- from Acceptance by Jeff VanderMeerDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-92182037192464885632018-05-08T12:57:00.003-07:002018-05-08T12:57:34.341-07:00It sounds like a lullaby to me, like all the voices I've ever dreamed of loving me, like it was created, this voice, just for me.
- from Revolution by Deborah WilesDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-6256308794405330922018-05-06T16:40:00.000-07:002018-05-06T16:40:23.369-07:00When you come clean, when you tell the truth, you life a great weight off your shoulders. It’s not that you don’t ever do anything you shouldn’t do ever again, of course not. You’re human, and sometimes the vagaries of life are just too delicious to ignore. Sometimes you are impetuous. Sometimes you are impulsive. And sometimes that’s okay. Sometimes it’s not. It’s just that, when you know you’reDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-64356460171293681822018-02-11T12:19:00.000-08:002018-02-11T12:19:49.824-08:00...some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.
- from Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeerDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-14484926416088447052018-02-10T13:50:00.000-08:002018-02-10T13:50:38.619-08:00There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.
- from Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeerDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-50858911324699722132018-02-07T18:58:00.000-08:002018-02-07T18:58:26.523-08:00This is how we grow: not up, but out, like trees—swelling to encompass all these stories, the promises and lies and bribes and habits.
- from Rooms by Lauren OliverDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-46051920863335750122018-02-05T22:20:00.001-08:002018-02-05T22:20:52.557-08:00We make reality our own, handle it until it is as soft as pressed butter.
- from Rooms by Lauren OliverDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-42348552023164253782018-02-05T19:48:00.000-08:002018-02-05T19:49:31.748-08:00Amazing, isn’t it? That hearts that once beat in sync could be so perfectly and forever separated. That’s the whole process of life, I think: a long, slow process of separation.
- from Rooms by Lauren OliverDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-69238930328720202192018-01-13T19:09:00.001-08:002018-01-13T19:09:25.707-08:00“Remember when we were kids?” He handed her a hot mug. “And we used to wonder how grown-ups got to be such assholes?”
“Yeah.”
“Now we know.”
“Yeah.”
- from All the Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-18560100956434158742017-12-16T12:36:00.000-08:002017-12-16T12:36:50.935-08:00Thing about bad judgment? You got to have good judgment to notice you’ve got it.
- from Abaddon’s Gate by James S. A. CoreyDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-22238781465263432012017-11-15T12:24:00.002-08:002017-11-15T12:24:31.738-08:00I must be old, Pyotr thought to himself, if my son is being kind to me.
- from The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine ArdenDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-46660979599016452402017-07-31T15:32:00.000-07:002017-07-31T15:32:29.115-07:00He knew that insofar as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
- from The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le GuinDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-51787230563868040582017-07-17T22:55:00.000-07:002017-07-17T22:55:04.988-07:00The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
- from The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin
Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-70958010015823037132017-07-06T12:24:00.003-07:002017-07-06T12:24:43.473-07:00There are roads inside the mind and outside it the mere elaborateness of which shows plainly that, to have got into this, a wrong turning must have been taken way back.
- from The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le GuinDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-4866046279255629782017-07-05T19:07:00.000-07:002017-07-05T19:07:20.506-07:00Orr had a tendency to assume that people knew what they were doing, perhaps because he generally assumed that he did not.
- from The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le GuinDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-34971381756303578392017-05-07T10:53:00.002-07:002017-07-24T12:41:11.450-07:00Because life is robust,
Because life is bigger than equations, stronger than money, stronger than guns and poison and bad zoning policy, stronger than capitalism,
Because Mother Nature bats last, and Mother Ocean is strong, and we live inside our mothers forever, and Life is tenacious and you can never kill it, you can never buy it,
So Life is going to dive down into your dark pools, Life is Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-78007196547491940132017-04-18T12:59:00.000-07:002017-04-18T12:59:12.487-07:00People didn't like to feel grateful, because they didn't like the need to feel grateful. So it was not a good feeling no matter which end of it you were on.
- from New York 2140 by Kim Stanley Robinson
Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-74796325662151170412017-03-30T22:35:00.001-07:002017-03-30T22:35:46.990-07:00Sometimes courage is carried by a roar--sometimes it is hidden within a wavering voice.- from Alone by Scott SiglerDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-80635990604645134692017-01-22T10:44:00.001-08:002017-07-24T12:42:05.945-07:00Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what.
- from "Alex" in Delirium Stories by Lauren OliverDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-53302346201321374772016-11-19T22:14:00.001-08:002016-11-19T22:15:19.967-08:00We look at our race, this parade of men and women, and the unbelievable harm and cruelty they do. And we sigh, and we say, "Perhaps our time is past, let the sharks or the cockroaches take over." And then, without knowing why, without even thinking of it, the worst among us does the great thing, the noble deed, that spark of impossible human godliness. And we say, "Perhaps the human race is Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-31376491664555482732016-11-08T12:46:00.003-08:002016-11-08T12:46:27.462-08:00I had got into a net through my own timidity and weakness, and I did not see how to get out of it.
- from "The Grey Woman" in Gothic Tales by Elizabeth GaskellDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311783.post-15202878063393189272016-10-07T22:35:00.001-07:002016-10-07T22:36:11.638-07:00Many people object to "wasting money in space" yet have no idea how much is actually spent on space exploration. The CSA's budget, for instance, is less than the amount Canadian spend on Halloween candy every year, and most of it goes toward things like developing telecommunications satellites and radar systems to provide data for weather and air quality forecasts, environmental monitoring and Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17452903181465971862noreply@blogger.com0