
„Remember to get the weather in your damn book--weather is very important.“
— Ernest Hemingway American author and journalist 1899 - 1961
„Remember to get the weather in your damn book--weather is very important.“
— Ernest Hemingway American author and journalist 1899 - 1961
— Gene Wolfe American science fiction and fantasy writer 1931 - 2019
The Best of Gene Wolfe (2009), afterword to "Petting Zoo", p. 432
Nonfiction
— Benoît Mandelbrot Polish-born, French and American mathematician 1924 - 2010
A Theory of Roughness (2004)
— John Cowper Powys British writer, lecturer and philosopher 1872 - 1963
The Pleasures of Literature (1938), p. 17 <!-- London: Cassell -->
— Jerome K. Jerome, buch Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
"On the Weather".
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow (1886)
„Animals have their own rights. We’re animals too.“
— Wayne Pacelle American activist 1965
"Sabotaging Animal Rights for Deer Hunt," 1986
„Places have their own characters…. But the people begin to look the same.“
— Joanne Harris, buch Chocolat
Quelle: Chocolat
— Janette Rallison American writer 1966
Quelle: My Unfair Godmother
— Edwin Lefèvre, buch Reminiscences of a Stock Operator
Quelle: Reminiscences of a Stock Operator (1923), Chapter XXIII, p. 278
— Clive James Australian author, critic, broadcaster, poet, translator and memoirist 1939 - 2019
Poems and song lyrics
„Loneliness, her arch enemy, never seemed content.“
— David Brin, buch Glory Season
Quelle: Glory Season (1993), Chapter 9 (p. 150)
„Our enemies have always made the same mistake.“
— Lyndon B. Johnson American politician, 36th president of the United States (in office from 1963 to 1969) 1908 - 1973
1960s, Inaugural address (1965)
Kontext: Our enemies have always made the same mistake. In my lifetime—in depression and in war—they have awaited our defeat. Each time, from the secret places of the American heart, came forth the faith they could not see or that they could not even imagine. It brought us victory. And it will again. For this is what America is all about. It is the uncrossed desert and the unclimbed ridge. It is the star that is not reached and the harvest sleeping in the unplowed ground. Is our world gone? We say "Farewell." Is a new world coming? We welcome it—and we will bend it to the hopes of man.