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  • #1
    Michael Ondaatje
    “There is a whirlwind in southern Morocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. There is the africo, which has at times reached into the city of Rome. The alm, a fall wind out of Yugoslavia. The arifi, also christened aref or rifi, which scorches with numerous tongues. These are permanent winds that live in the present tense.
    There are other, less constant winds that change direction, that can knock down horse and rider and realign themselves anticlockwise. The bist roz leaps into Afghanistan for 170 days--burying villages. There is the hot, dry ghibli from Tunis, which rolls and rolls and produces a nervous condition. The haboob--a Sudan dust storm that dresses in bright yellow walls a thousand metres high and is followed by rain. The harmattan, which blows and eventually drowns itself into the Atlantic. Imbat, a sea breeze in North Africa. Some winds that just sigh towards the sky. Night dust storms that come with the cold. The khamsin, a dust in Egypt from March to May, named after the Arabic word for 'fifty,' blooming for fifty days--the ninth plague of Egypt. The datoo out of Gibraltar, which carries fragrance.
    There is also the ------, the secret wind of the desert, whose name was erased by a king after his son died within it. And the nafhat--a blast out of Arabia. The mezzar-ifoullousen--a violent and cold southwesterly known to Berbers as 'that which plucks the fowls.' The beshabar, a black and dry northeasterly out of the Caucasus, 'black wind.' The Samiel from Turkey, 'poison and wind,' used often in battle. As well as the other 'poison winds,' the simoom, of North Africa, and the solano, whose dust plucks off rare petals, causing giddiness.
    Other, private winds.
    Travelling along the ground like a flood. Blasting off paint, throwing down telephone poles, transporting stones and statue heads. The harmattan blows across the Sahara filled with red dust, dust as fire, as flour, entering and coagulating in the locks of rifles. Mariners called this red wind the 'sea of darkness.' Red sand fogs out of the Sahara were deposited as far north as Cornwall and Devon, producing showers of mud so great this was also mistaken for blood. 'Blood rains were widely reported in Portugal and Spain in 1901.'
    There are always millions of tons of dust in the air, just as there are millions of cubes of air in the earth and more living flesh in the soil (worms, beetles, underground creatures) than there is grazing and existing on it. Herodotus records the death of various armies engulfed in the simoom who were never seen again. One nation was 'so enraged by this evil wind that they declared war on it and marched out in full battle array, only to be rapidly and completely interred.”
    Michael Ondaatje

  • #2
    Barbara Samuel
    “Maybe not. But maybe that's how the world changes, Isaiah. One father, one child, at a time.”
    Barbara Samuel, The Sleeping Night

  • #3
    Claire Dederer
    “Reality is an easy commodity in the Front Range. There's weather, and there are animals that are thinking about eating you, and there's all that beauty. It sort of whomps you on the head. It's strange that we use the word "unreal" to describe beauty-it's my experience that beauty drags us by the hair into the real.”
    Claire Dederer, Poser: My Life in Twenty-three Yoga Poses

  • #4
    Pablo Neruda
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #5
    Lucy Score
    “Gannon came from loud, passionate Italian stock that wasn’t afraid to smash a plate to make a statement. Paige, on the other hand, systematically choked down any temper and, with frosty efficiency, made him dance like a fucking puppet.”
    Lucy Score, Mr. Fixer Upper

  • #6
    Barry Kirwan
    “Perception s the only reality that matters”
    Barry Kirwan, Eden's Endgame

  • #7
    Barry Kirwan
    “Vasquez faced off Vince. “We’ll meet in hell for sure.” Vince didn’t blink. “I have a condo there waiting for me. You’re welcome for tea. Now, give the order, Colonel.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #8
    Barry Kirwan
    “Happiness is knowing that someone, somewhere, really gives a shit.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #9
    Barry Kirwan
    “Perhaps Mozart’s Requiem would be fitting music for the end of the world. She began to hum Dies Irae, recalling its first performance in Vienna.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #10
    Barry Kirwan
    “Beef had hit $300 a kilo. Not that he could recall the last time he’d tasted real beef.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #11
    Barry Kirwan
    “Your life is a beer glass Micah, but you want champagne”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #12
    Barry Kirwan
    “It has no eyes. Zack, why doesn’t it have any eyes? ”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #13
    Barry Kirwan
    “Killed by our collective blindness. Not a great epitaph.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #14
    Barry Kirwan
    “She stared at her console, wanting to punch it. Her dream, running to save her life, to save everything, was all going to come true down on the planet’s surface. And when it did, she knew this time she wasn’t going to wake up.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #15
    Barry Kirwan
    “People rarely search for bodies in ceilings…”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #16
    Barry Kirwan
    “Take it from me, kid, sometimes it’s okay to run. You run as fast as you damn well can.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #17
    Barry Kirwan
    “They must train you pretty good not to react to shit like that. Must take stuff out of you.” Vince’s eyes intensified then broke her gaze. ‘Actually, it’s more like they put stuff in.”
    Barry Kirwan, The Eden Paradox

  • #18
    Barry Kirwan
    “Coles faced her. ‘Better dead than–’
    ‘Is it?’ Lara asked, her voice cracking ‘Is it really? Because you must be absolutely sure. There’s no coming back from an extinction-level event.”
    Barry Kirwan, When the children come

  • #19
    Barry Kirwan
    “Sandy knew her plan was shit. But sometimes better ideas grew out of bad ones. Shit makes good fertilizer, her Gramps used to say, and a wrong track can lead to a new perspective, and a better path.”
    Barry Kirwan, Eden's Endgame

  • #20
    Barry Kirwan
    “He knew what he was doing – justifying an atrocity. But in war, that’s what always happened. Your red lines – those you swore to defend at all costs when you signed up – shifted, until finally none worth fighting for remained. PTSD wasn’t just about what happened to you; it was about what you did.”
    Barry Kirwan, When the children come

  • #21
    Diana   Forbes
    “I wished he'd stop trying to put me off. It was becoming irksome. Or, if he were, then he really needed to stop acting so damned charming.”
    Diana Forbes, Mistress Suffragette

  • #22
    Diana   Forbes
    “I felt hot under my Mutton sleeves. "I just wish he'd have the decency to say whatever he came to say in front of his wife."
    "Perhaps his wife is busy today."
    "She shouldn't be." His wife should track him like a bloodhound.”
    Diana Forbes, Mistress Suffragette

  • #23
    L.M. Weeks
    “All of these things, however, were but like methadone to a heroin addict. They only masked the withdrawal pains without satisfying the addiction. So even as they tried truly to break up many times, they always found their way back to each other.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #24
    L.M. Weeks
    “She had that look again—taut jaw, pursed lips and angry eyes—the look her face assumed when her borderline personality had crossed the border.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #25
    L.M. Weeks
    “I’m sorry not to have been more communicative. Yes, it was work in Russia.” Just not ‘legal’ work, he thought with chagrin.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #26
    L.M. Weeks
    “To describe Mayumi’s demeanor towards Kiwako as frosty would be like describing an ice age as minor climate change.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #27
    L.M. Weeks
    “It’s far more reliable than solar or wind power, which depend on mother nature, who is notoriously fickle; sometimes the sun don’t shine and the wind don’t blow.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #28
    L.M. Weeks
    “After purifying himself he walked through a small red gate to the shrine, dropped a goen, or five yen coin, the Japanese word for which also means good luck, into the wooden collection box in front of the shrine.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #29
    L.M. Weeks
    “Torn was betwixt and between, but eventually realized the arrangement suited him quite well. He had the security of his long-term relationship with Yukie and the romance with Mayumi. Unfortunately, it took two women for him to get what he wanted from one.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

  • #30
    L.M. Weeks
    “We’re at the crematorium having lunch,”—which struck Torn as a darkly funny thing to say—“but I’m glad you called.”
    L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning



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