Gerard > Gerard's Quotes

“Pilots used to fly planes manually, but now they operate a dashboard with the help of computers. This has made flying safer and improved the industry.
Healthcare can benefit from the same type of approach, with physicians practicing medicine with the help of data, dashboards, and AI. This will improve
the quality of care they provide and make their jobs easier and more efficient”
― Ronald M. Razmi, AI Doctor: The Rise of Artificial Intelligence in Healthcare - A Guide for Users, Buyers, Builders, and Investors

“Whither be the heart of Justice?
            Lo, in stone, child. Lo, in stone.
            Whither be the heart of Justice?
            Lo, tis fast in stone.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I’m not listening? Okay. Let’s back up a minute. Why don’t you live with your friends? Did they kick you out of the apartment? I thought they didn’t mind you staying there.”
“Well, it’s sorta complicated, Boss. I can explain when I get there.”
“Okay. I’ll accept that answer for now. But, it’s not safe for you to be living out of a car. This isn’t good, Rudy.”
“It’s been okay, Boss. Lots of people out here live in their cars. And I’m real careful where I park for the night.”
― Behcet Kaya, Uncanny Alliance

“If you had closed your eyes and looked inward, you would have seen me; you would have seen us. We have always been inseparable, like night and day, light and dark, flowers and fruits, and spirituality and sexuality.”
― Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Why do you have such faith in me, Aurelia?" 
"I've told you a million times that I love you, you make me feel safe and cherished, and you care deeply for our people. Why wouldn't I have faith in you?”
― Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

“At the dinner table...

CALVIN, looking like an x-ray version of himself:
Bombarded by high energy photons, Calvin is transformed into a living x-ray.

CALVIN:
Although this condition will facilitate future medical diagnoses, it does make Calvin's presence at the dinner table a disgusting ordeal.

CALVIN:
Everyone can see Calvin's food being ground into mushy pulp and swallowed!
At this moment, Calvin chews up a large spoonful of creamed corn!

CALVIN'S DAD, leaning in at the dinner table:
For gosh sakes, close your mouth when you chew!!
You think we want to SEE that?

CALVIN, physically back to normal, except that his mouth is open amazingly wide, with full view of his current mouthful:
MKGHH!
SMACK!
BLAGHKH!”
― Bill Watterson, Yukon Ho!

“Why you white man have so much cargo and we New Guineans have so little? (asked Yali)”
― Jared Diamond

“Che diritto hanno i cristiani bianchi di vantarsi del loro sapere, mentre un indiano è in grado di leggere una lingua che sarebbe troppo oscura per il più saggio di loro?”
― James Fenimore Cooper, L'ultimo dei Mohicani

“Earnestness is highly underestimated. It comes from the core, while hip is trying to impress you with the surface.”
― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

“This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas?”
― R.D. Ronald

“Like water around rocks, people streamed around them as though this sort of interaction, noisy and involving foreigners, was nothing unusual.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
He, of course, replied, “No.”
“Well, we’re going to a better place.”
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
“My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
“Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I'm so proud of you I could burst, but in the interest of saving the poor cleaning staff the hassle, I would, instead, like to take you to our room and lick you from stem to stern until you beg me to stop.”
― Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

“Want niet alleen God is voor de wereld verloren gegaan, maar ook de duivel. Zoals het kwaad op verwensbeelden wordt geschoven, zo wordt het goede geschoven op wensbeelden die men vereert omdat ze datgene doen wat men zelf ondoenlijk vindt. Men laat andere mensen zwoegen terwijl men vanaf een zitplaats toekijkt, dat is de sport; men laat mensen de eenzijdigste overdrijvingen te berde brengen, dat is het idealisme; men schudt het kwaad van zich af en degenen die ermee worden bespat, dat zijn de verwensbeelden. Zo krijgt alles op de wereld zijn plaats en zijn ordening, maar deze techniek van heiligenverering en zondebokkenmesterij door afschuiven is niet ongevaarlijk, want ze vervult de wereld met de spanningen van alle onuitgevochten innerlijke conflicten. Men slaat elkaar dood of verbroedert zich zonder ooit zeker te weten of men dat in volle ernst doet, omdat men immers een deel van zijn wezen buiten zichzelf heeft, en alle gebeurtenissen schijnen zich half vóór of achter de werkelijkheid te voltrekken, als een spiegelgevecht van de haat en de liefde. Het oude geloof in demonen, dat voor al het goede en het slechte waarmee men te maken kreeg de hemelse of helse geesten aansprakelijk stelde, werkte veel beter, accurater en netter, en men kan slechts hopen dat wij daar met de voortschrijdende ontwikkeling van de psychotechniek weer naar terug zullen keren.”
― Robert Musil, Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften: Erstes Buch

“e scendeva velocemente lungo le colonnine della veranda e di tanto in tanto il cavallo sporgeva il muso”
― Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Calzelunghe

“Because of my music, I have never known loneliness and never been depressed.”
― John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

“For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.”
― Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero

“„Se sarbatoreste ziua tatilor. Inainte de accident, nu simteam nevoia sa trecem in calendarul nostru si aceasta intalnire fortata, dar, acum, petrecem impreuna toata ziua asta simbolica poate tocmai pentru a demonstra ca o caricatura, o umbra, o frantura de tata ramane, totusi, un tata”.”
― Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death

“People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“God’s people must be free!”
― Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

“If there was one thing a former sniper could do well, it was wait. Patiently. Quietly. Without a sound. Barely a movement. Just him, a quiet mind and his breath.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“She knew how people slipped through cracks—not all at once, but in layers.”
― D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: The Prequel

“Backwards was ignorance, and forwards was enlightenment, although it seemed to be a bumpy road.”
― Tricia Copeland, Kingdom of Embers

“When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When I saw you fall..."
"You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.”
― Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

“The danger isn't the river's speed, friend, but its slowness.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“Having forgotten how insanely chaotic the Central Bazaar in the Merchant Sector can get, he is instantly reminded just how exciting it is.”
― Trevor Alan Foris, The Octunnumi Fosbit Files Prologue

“It’s just that those things don’t seem to have the weight, the measureless beauty of countless sunsets and dawns, the simple grace and clear glory of nature.”
― Gary Paulsen, This Side of Wild: Mutts, Mares, and Laughing Dinosaurs

“on the idea of meeting Carlos”
― Jana Petken, The Guardian of Secrets