Abram Cunanan > Abram's Quotes

“You don’t think he’s our man?” asked Adam. It occurred to him that Ramsbottom was not exactly forthcoming with information.
“I didn’t say that,” Ramsbottom said. “In fact he is behaving very cautiously indeed, which makes me feel very suspicious.”
“He has probably figured out that you are following him,” said Adam. “One can hardly fail to notice you hanging around all the time.”
“That may be so,” said Ramsbottom.
“Can’t you get a disguise or something?” asked Adam. “So he does not recognise you.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“This acute, “a selfdissolving contradiction,” Marx had very precisely seen and foreseen that “it establishes a monopoly in certain spheres and thereby requires state interference.” This contradiction “reproduces a new financial aristocracy” (how much Marx was right!), no matter it will call itself Communist Party of Soviet Union or DuPont Financial Circle. It reproduces “a new variety of parasites . . . , a whole system of swindling and cheating by means of corporation promotion, stock issuance, and stock speculation.”
― Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

“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

“Don’t bother to have your thugs break into my house when you give me an out-of-town assignment, Ms. Jones,” James Ed said. “They won’t find anything. My tape will be in safekeeping at Farmer’s Bank.”
― Shafter Bailey, James Ed Hoskins and the One-Room Schoolhouse: The Unprosecuted Crime Against Children

“I think you might be the kind to put all the men you love up so high they are bound to come tumbling down.”
― V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind

“When you cut into the present, the future leaks out”
― William S. Burroughs

“Are you asking me to undress, Tris?'
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially”
― Veronica Roth

“To be conscious that the end of a dream is approaching, and yet has not absolutely come, is one of the most wearisome as well as the most curious stages along the course between the beginning of a passion and its end.”
― Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native

“For us the issue cannot be the alteration of private property but only its annihilation, not the smoothing over of class antagonisms but the abolition of classes not the improvement of the existing society but the foundation of a new one.”
― Karl Marx, The Communist Manifesto

“Blue Boy i ja krenuli smo u potragu za planinom. I našli smo jednu još prije zore. To nije bila baš bogzna kakva planina, prije bi se moglo reći da je to bilo brdo, ali Blue Boy je zacvilio kad ju je vidio.
Odnio sam ga do vrha dok je na istoku izlazilo sunce. Ležao je i promatrao me dok sam mu kopao grob. Nije mogao podignuti glavu, ali dao mi je do znanja kako zna; naćulio je uši i nije skidao oka s mene.
Kad sam završio s kopanjem, sjeo sam na zemlju i stavio njegovu glavu u krilo. Povremeno, kad bi smogao snage, polizao bi me po ruci.
Malo kasnije je bez napora izdahnuo i glava mu je klonula preko moje ruke. Sahranio sam ga duboko u zemlji i naslagao teško kamenje na njegov grob. Tako da ima svoj mir.
Kad sam stavio zadnji kamen, pomislio sam kako je zahvaljujući svom dobrom nosu sigurno već na pola puta natrag u planine.
Lako je njemu sustići djeda.”
― Forrest Carter, Malo drvo