Sacha Baron Cohen (1971) English stand-up comedian, writer, actor, and voice actor
On his travels to the United States. http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,11069-2549442_2,00.html
Source: Chapter 13 (p. 215) Vorkosigan Saga, The Warrior's Apprentice (1986)
Sacha Baron Cohen (1971) English stand-up comedian, writer, actor, and voice actor
On his travels to the United States. http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,11069-2549442_2,00.html
“Two men looked out from prison bars,
One saw the mud, the other saw stars.”
Dale Carnegie book How to Stop Worrying and Start Living
Source: How to Stop Worrying and Start Living
Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish language literature
"The Aleph" ["El Aleph"] (1945)
Heloise (1101–1164) French nun, writer, scholar, and abbess
Letter II : Heloise to Abelard
Letters of Abelard and Heloise
Context: A consolatory letter of yours to a friend happened some days since to fall into my hands. My knowledge of the character, and my love of the hand, soon gave me the curiosity to open it. In justification of the liberty I took, I flattered myself I might claim a sovereign privilege over every thing which came from you nor was I scrupulous to break thro' the rules of good breeding, when it was to hear news of Abelard. But how much did my curiosity cost me? what disturbance did it occasion? and how was I surprised to find the whole letter filled with a particular and melancholy account of our misfortunes? I met with my name a hundred times; I never saw it without fear: some heavy calamity always, followed it, I saw yours too, equally unhappy. These mournful but dear remembrances, puts my spirits into such a violent motion, that I thought it was too much to offer comfort to a friend for a few slight disgraces by such extraordinary means, as the representation of our sufferings and revolutions. What reflections did I not make, I began to consider the whole afresh, and perceived myself pressed with the same weight of grief as when we first began to be miserable. Tho' length of time ought to have closed up my wounds, yet the seeing them described by your hand was sufficient to make them all open and bleed afresh. Nothing can ever blot from my memory what you have suffered in defence of your writings.
“Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.”
Tracy Chevalier book Falling Angels
Source: Falling Angels
“I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.”
Raymond Chandler book The Long Goodbye
Source: The Long Goodbye