They say a song can be a bridge, Ma. But I say it's also the ground we stand on. And maybe we sing to keep ourselves from falling. Maybe we sing to keep ourselves.
Sayfa 125
Sirens were made to kill. Our purpose is to lure, seduce, and destroy. It’s wrong, and I know it’s wrong, but that knowledge does nothing to ease the feeling of euphoria—of complete and utter bliss—when I lead a man astray.
The horrifying truth: I’m as drawn to water as men are to me. When I near it, it speaks to me. Urges me to act. Kill. The call of the water is as fierce as it is deadly. My own personal Siren Song.
I'm going to down to the cemetery 'cos the world is all wrong. Down there with the spooks, to hear 'em sing my sorrow song.
Sayfa 22Kitabı okudu
And Robin Hood shot a bow out of the open window. Then he fell down on the floor.
"That is all. Lay me there under the tree. Put my bow next to me... And sing a merry song for me..." said Robin.
Sayfa 55Kitabı okudu
"I am Charlie," he sang. "I am Anansi's son. Listen as I sing my song. Listen to my life."
Sayfa 435Kitabı okudu
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I *am*. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God.
This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse. . . .
To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.
Sayfa 2 - Grove PressKitabı okudu
“Come along and sing a song and join the jamboree,-"
Resim
Resim sanatına o kadar ket vurmadılar. Geleneksel olarak yine bilgin seçkinlerin konusu olan resmi Kubilay ve yanındaki Moğollar daha kolay anlıyorlardı, çünkü onu takdir edebilmeleri için dil gibi büyük bir engeli aşmaları gerekmiyordu. Kağanın gösteriş merakı da görsel sunumlara daha çok duyarlı olmalarına neden oluyordu. Kubilay,
Mules and asses were led into Hagia Sophia to carry away the loot but were unable to keep their footing on the polished floors of ancient polychromatic marble and slipped and fell; somehow maddened by this difficulty, the looters slashed the terrified animals open with their knives. The floor became slippery with blood and the muck of excrement from their punctured bowels. A prostitute, evidently not expelled from the camp, was set on the patriarch’s throne ‘and started to sing a wretched song and danced about, spinning and turning’.
And my Mother, pretending she could neither see nor hear me, would Sting herself higher and higher, all the time continuing to sing at the top of her voice some song like: ' Daisy, Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Do.'
"Between dawn and dawn a new
truth came to me.
I shall not be a shepherd, nor a gravedigger. I do not want to even speak again with the people – for the last time have I spoken to a dead person.
I shall join the creators, the harvesters, the celebrators: I shall show them the rainbow and all the steps to the overman.
I shall sing my song to lonesome and twosome hermits, and for him who still has ears for the unheard of, I shall make his heart heavy with my happiness.
I want to go to my goal, and I go my own way; over the hesitating and dawdling I shall leap. Thus let my going be their going under!”
Part 1, 9Kitabı okuyor
This wind told him no secrets, had no song to sing. It was a wind of death, of cold, of nothing.
...When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet sing it with such airs
That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.
Sayfa 24 - SözcüklerKitabı okuyacak
“ I celebrate myself and sing myself .” But this “self” soon grows to include friends, the entire nation and, finally, humanity.
"I just don’t think I should be the judge of who actually needs my help or not, like they should do a dance or sing me a song to prove they’re worthy. Asking for help when you need it should be enough."
