Source: Gardens of the Moon (1999), Chapter 15 (p. 446)
„I asked him, “Do you know the difference between nude and naked?”
He shook his head.
“Nude is artistic. Naked is defenseless.”“
— Larry Niven American writer 1938
Cloak of Anarchy (p. 124)
Short fiction, Tales of Known Space (1975)
— David Eddings American novelist 1931 - 2009
Source: Demon Lord of Karanda
„He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered, "You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" --Jamie“
Variant: You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart---and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?
Source: Drums of Autumn
Blood Meridian (1985)
„If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.“
— Nelson Mandela President of South Africa, anti-apartheid activist 1918 - 2013
„Over his own heart and his own thoughts he watched attentively. He knew not whither his longing was carrying him.“
— Novalis German poet and writer 1772 - 1801
Pupils at Sais (1799)
Context: Over his own heart and his own thoughts he watched attentively. He knew not whither his longing was carrying him. As he grew up, he wandered far and wide; viewed other lands, other seas, new atmospheres, new rocks, unknown plants, animals, men; descended into caverns, saw how in courses and varying strata the edifice of the Earth was completed, and fashioned clay into strange figures of rocks. By and by, he came to find everywhere objects already known, but wonderfully mingled, united; and thus often extraordinary things came to shape in him. He soon became aware of combinations in all, of conjunctures, concurrences. Erelong, he no more saw anything alone. — In great variegated images, the perceptions of his senses crowded round him; he heard, saw, touched and thought at once. He rejoiced to bring strangers together. Now the stars were men, now men were stars, the stones animals, the clouds plants; he sported with powers and appearances; he knew where and how this and that was to be found, to be brought into action; and so himself struck over the strings, for tones and touches of his own.
„Do you have a death wish?" he asked. Will grinned at him.
I'm just relying on your judgment," he replied. "I can't keep track of everything in my head.“
— John Flanagan Irish-American hammer thrower 1873 - 1938
Source: The Battle for Skandia
„He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.“
— Francis of Assisi Catholic saint and founder of the Franciscan Order 1182 - 1226
This quote was actually composed by Louis Nizer, and published in his book, Between You and Me (1948).
Variant: He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.
„Coming to the farm from Worcester, where Coloured people seem to have to beg for whatever they get, he is relieved at how correct and formal relations are between his uncle and the volk. Each morning, his uncle confers with his two men about the day's tasks. He does not give them orders. Instead he proposes the tasks that need to be done, as if dealing cards on a table; his men deal their own cards too. In between, there are pauses, long, reflective silences in which nothing happens.“
— J.M. Coetzee South African writer 1940
„Jace shook his head. 'I don't care if I did just set myself on fire,' he said. 'I'm not hugging you.'
Simon sighed and dropped his arms. 'Your loss,' he said. 'If you'd gone in, I would've let you, but honestly it would have been a pity hug.“
Jace Herondale and Simon Lewis, pg. 454
Source: The Mortal Instruments, City of Heavenly Fire (2014)
— John Gay English poet and playwright 1685 - 1732
Fable, The Sick Man and the Angel
„Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing…“
Source: The Crossing
„How Do you spell relax?" I whispered, holding his head with my hands.
I think the answer is f-u-c-k-m-e." He answered.“
— Yasmine Galenorn American writer 1961
Source: Dragon Wytch