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N.A. Ratnayake is on page 147 of 382 of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
"Children seldom are able to realize that death will come to them personally. One might define adulthood as the age at which a person learns that he must die... and accepts his sentence undismayed."
Apr 04, 2013 02:41PM Add a comment
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

N.A. Ratnayake
N.A. Ratnayake is on page 125 of 648 of The Long Discourses of the Buddha: A Translation of the Digha Nikaya (The Teachings of the Buddha)
"It is as if someone were to set up what had been knocked down, or to point out the way to one who had got lost, or to bring an oil-lamp into a dark place so that those with eyes could see what was there."
Mar 18, 2013 08:21PM Add a comment
The Long Discourses of the Buddha: A Translation of the Digha Nikaya (The Teachings of the Buddha)

N.A. Ratnayake
N.A. Ratnayake is on page 257 of 500 of Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, #1)
"There, sitting under hundreds of thousands of tons of stone, they would watch their instruments until morning, listening to their earphones ping with the sound of particles born in the belly of dying stars."
Mar 08, 2013 07:28AM Add a comment
Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, #1)

N.A. Ratnayake
N.A. Ratnayake is on page 111 of 648 of The Long Discourses of the Buddha: A Translation of the Digha Nikaya (The Teachings of the Buddha)
"And so, with mind concentrated, purified and cleansed, unblemished, and having gained imperturbability, he directs and inclines his mind towards knowing and seeing. And he knows: 'This is my body material, made up from the four great elements, born of mother and father, fed on rice and gruel, impermanent, liable to be injured and abraded, broken and destroyed, and this is my consciousness which is bound to it." S2
Feb 23, 2013 07:15PM Add a comment
The Long Discourses of the Buddha: A Translation of the Digha Nikaya (The Teachings of the Buddha)

N.A. Ratnayake
N.A. Ratnayake is on page 39 of 500 of Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, #1)
"I lie awake each night in my cheap room with the window open to the pounding of the dredge-hammer sounding like the booming of this vile city's heart, the distant susurration of the surf its wet breathing. Tonight I listen to the city breathe and cannot help but give it the flayed face of the murdered man."
Feb 22, 2013 07:47AM Add a comment
Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, #1)

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