
Fiqh-us-Sunnah, Volume 4, Number 1
Sunni Hadith
Source: 100 Love Sonnets
Fiqh-us-Sunnah, Volume 4, Number 1
Sunni Hadith
Source: Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985), Chapter 16: The Coming of Winter
Graceland
Song lyrics, Graceland (1986)
“The wind of change is blowing through this continent”
"Mr Macmillan's appeal to South Africans", The Times, 4 February 1960, p. 15.
Speech to the South African Parliament, 3 February 1960.
1960s
Context: The most striking of all the impressions I have formed since I left London a month ago is of the strength of this African national consciousness. In different places it may take different forms but it is happening everywhere. The wind of change is blowing through this continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact. We must all accept it as a fact.
“The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.”
Source: The Titan's Curse
Statements at trial http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Transcript_of_the_closed_trial_of_Nicolae_and_Elena_Ceau%C5%9Fescu (25 December 1989)
“Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!”
Source: The Path to Rome (1902), p. xi
“We are reading for our lives, not performing like seals for some fresh fish.”
Acceptance speech http://www.bookcritics.org/?go=leonardAcceptanceSpeech, National Book Critics Circle 2006 Ivan Sandrof Lifetime Achievement Award (8 March 2007)
Context: My whole life I have been waving the names of writers, as if we needed rescue. From these writers, for almost 50 years, I have received narrative, witness, companionship, sanctuary, shock, and steely strangeness; good advice, bad news, deep chords, hurtful discrepancy, and amazing grace. At an average of five books a week, not counting all those sighed at and nibbled on before they go to the Strand, I will read 13,000. Then I'm dead. Thirteen thousand in a lifetime, about as many as there are new ones published every month in this country.
It's not enough, and yet rich to excess. The books we love, love us back. In gratitude, we should promise not to cheat on them — not to pretend we're better than they are; not to use them as target practice, agit-prop, trampolines, photo ops or stalking horses; not to sell out scruple to that scratch-and-sniff info-tainment racket in which we posture in front of experience instead of engaging it, and fidget in our cynical opportunism for an angle, a spin, or a take, instead of consulting compass points of principle, and strike attitudes like matches, to admire our wiseguy profiles in the mirrors of the slicks. We are reading for our lives, not performing like seals for some fresh fish.
Mock On, st. 1
1800s, Poems from Blake's Notebook (c. 1804)