“We've decided that your birthday present will be a car", said Marion.Danny was touched. "But the thing I can't figure out is, why would I need a new car?""You can't very well gate a girl to the movies, Danny," Leslie replied."I think you're overlooking the biggest point here," said Danny. "I don't need a CAR so I can date. I need a GIRL.”
―
Orson Scott Card,
The Lost Gate
“We don’t believe in boundaries. Borders. Nothing like that. We are here thousands of years before the first whites. We are here before maps or quit claims. We know where we belong on this earth. We have always moved freely. North-south. East-west. We pay no attention to what isn’t real. Imaginary lines. Imaginary minutes and hours. Written law. We recognize none of that. And we carry a great many things back and forth. We don’t see any border. We have been here and this has continued thousands of years.” ― Leslie Marmon Silko, Almanac of the Dead
“Come home with me a little spaceAnd browse about our ancient place,Lay by your wonted troubles hereAnd have a turn of Christmas cheer.These sober walls of weathered stoneCan tell a romance of their own,And these wide rooms of devious lineAre kindly meant in their design.Sometimes the north wind searches through,But he shall not be rude to you.We’ll light a log of generous girthFor winter comfort, and the mirthOf healthy children you shall seeAbout a sparkling Christmas tree. . . .And you may chafe the wasting oak,Or freely pass the kindly jokeTo mix with nuts and home-made cakeAnd apples set on coals to bake.Or some fine carol we will singIn honor of the Manger-King. . . .These dear delights we fain would shareWith friend and kinsman everywhere,And from our door see them departEach with a little lighter heart.Leslie Pinckney Hill” ― Thomas Kinkade, I'll Be Home for Christmas
“What followed would inaugurate one of the most spatially astonishing crime sprees in U.S. history. Nineteenth-century New York City police chief George Washington Walling estimated that Leslie and his gang were behind an incredible 80 percent of all bank robberies in the United States at the time, until Leslie’s betrayal in the spring of 1878. This would include the great Manhattan Savings Institution heist of October 1878, which netted nearly $3 million from one of the most impregnable buildings in North America.” ― Geoff Manaugh, A Burglar's Guide to the City
“In nineteenth century Aberdeenshire farm service was not a career in itself, but a stage in a career that began for almost all in family farming, and would end there for a proportion of servants. Even in the middle of the century enough folk rode what Leslie Mitchell later would call the 'strange, antique whirlimagig of the Scottish peasantry' to ensure that the machine kept spinning. William Alexander called his essay on farm service "The Peasantry of North-East Scotland" because in his time English hired farm workers were conventionally - though incorrectly - described as peasants. But the error conceals a deeper truth. Aberdeenshire farm-servants, crofters, and small farmers were three fragments of a single peasant class.” ― Ian R. Carter, Rural life in Victorian Aberdeenshire
“Imogen Mendel and Patrick Nelson,” the judge said, “today you enter this room as individuals, but you will leave here as husband and wife, blending your lives, expanding your family ties, and embarking upon the grandest adventure of human interaction. The story of your life together is still yours to write.” As much as Patrick knew their union wasn’t the one described, he wanted to take the words to heart. “Remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect,” the judge continued, “and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness, and kindness that your connection deserves.” ― Leslie North
“Julia had removed his shirt and was not working at undoing the belt that secured his pants around his waist. When the buckle proved difficult, she growled and doubled her efforts to remove it.” ― Leslie North, The Russian's Stubborn Lover
“The road out of London on the north-east is one of the less pleasant ways of finding the open country. For one thing, it is infested with miles of tramway, crawling, interminable, blocking the traffic, maddening to the man at the wheel of a fast car—especially maddening to the man in a hurry at the wheel of a fast car.” ― Leslie Charteris, The Saint Closes the Case
“What are we to do with the knowledge that Tayo was once a woman? That Ceremony held but abandoned considerable investments in Chicana identity, in urban life, and shades of acculturation? By outlining the trajectory of a composition process, drafts can be indicative of important variables in a finished work. The Angie drafts show that (despite Silko’s efforts to deflect it) considerable pressure can be brought to bear upon the choice of a male protagonist for the novel and upon the shallowness of its representation of human women, as well as upon the choice of a 1940s setting, and even on the rural setting and the novel’s form. Ceremony” ― David L. Moore, Leslie Marmon Silko: Ceremony, Almanac of the Dead, Gardens in the Dunes
“When your smile looked like that, you could lie to a woman, and she'd thank you for the privilege.” ― Leslie North, Mr. Cocky
“Download” ― Leslie North, The Russian's Stubborn Lover
“In the north,” I said, “the majority of the people have outdoor toilets. The ones that have an indoor privy are well to do and have a full bib and tucker. I am afraid Britain is not like Germany, or even the rest of Western Europe where pretty well everyone has an indoor WC. Your Hitler was a mean bugger,” I said, “but he was good for modern sanitation.” ― Harry Leslie Smith, The Empress of Australia: A Post-War Memoir
“him close, to ground him in the wake of what he had done. He shut his eyes against the sight of Paulson and lost himself in Alexa. "I'm sorry," she repeated, over and over again until Damian holstered his weapon and drew her fully into the fold of his arms.” ― Leslie North, In Safe Hands
“It was Tessa. His first love. The girl he’d been ready to get down on one knee for. And his only heartbreak. ” ― Leslie North, First Down
“Indian Song: SurvivalWe went north to escape winter climbing pale cliffs we paused to sleep at the river. Cold water river cold from the north I sink my body in the shallow sink into sand and cold river water.…Mountain forest wind travels east and I answer: taste me, I am the wind touch me, I am the lean gray deer running on the edge of the rainbow.” ― Leslie Marmon Silko, Storyteller
“We don’t believe in boundaries. Borders. Nothing like that. We are here thousands of years before the first whites. We are here before maps or quit claims. We know where we belong on this earth. We have always moved freely. North-south. East-west. We pay no attention to what isn’t real. Imaginary lines. Imaginary minutes and hours. Written law. We recognize none of that. And we carry a great many things back and forth. We don’t see any border. We have been here and this has continued thousands of years.” ― Leslie Marmon Silko, Almanac of the Dead
“Come home with me a little spaceAnd browse about our ancient place,Lay by your wonted troubles hereAnd have a turn of Christmas cheer.These sober walls of weathered stoneCan tell a romance of their own,And these wide rooms of devious lineAre kindly meant in their design.Sometimes the north wind searches through,But he shall not be rude to you.We’ll light a log of generous girthFor winter comfort, and the mirthOf healthy children you shall seeAbout a sparkling Christmas tree. . . .And you may chafe the wasting oak,Or freely pass the kindly jokeTo mix with nuts and home-made cakeAnd apples set on coals to bake.Or some fine carol we will singIn honor of the Manger-King. . . .These dear delights we fain would shareWith friend and kinsman everywhere,And from our door see them departEach with a little lighter heart.Leslie Pinckney Hill” ― Thomas Kinkade, I'll Be Home for Christmas
“What followed would inaugurate one of the most spatially astonishing crime sprees in U.S. history. Nineteenth-century New York City police chief George Washington Walling estimated that Leslie and his gang were behind an incredible 80 percent of all bank robberies in the United States at the time, until Leslie’s betrayal in the spring of 1878. This would include the great Manhattan Savings Institution heist of October 1878, which netted nearly $3 million from one of the most impregnable buildings in North America.” ― Geoff Manaugh, A Burglar's Guide to the City
“In nineteenth century Aberdeenshire farm service was not a career in itself, but a stage in a career that began for almost all in family farming, and would end there for a proportion of servants. Even in the middle of the century enough folk rode what Leslie Mitchell later would call the 'strange, antique whirlimagig of the Scottish peasantry' to ensure that the machine kept spinning. William Alexander called his essay on farm service "The Peasantry of North-East Scotland" because in his time English hired farm workers were conventionally - though incorrectly - described as peasants. But the error conceals a deeper truth. Aberdeenshire farm-servants, crofters, and small farmers were three fragments of a single peasant class.” ― Ian R. Carter, Rural life in Victorian Aberdeenshire
“Imogen Mendel and Patrick Nelson,” the judge said, “today you enter this room as individuals, but you will leave here as husband and wife, blending your lives, expanding your family ties, and embarking upon the grandest adventure of human interaction. The story of your life together is still yours to write.” As much as Patrick knew their union wasn’t the one described, he wanted to take the words to heart. “Remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect,” the judge continued, “and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness, and kindness that your connection deserves.” ― Leslie North
“Julia had removed his shirt and was not working at undoing the belt that secured his pants around his waist. When the buckle proved difficult, she growled and doubled her efforts to remove it.” ― Leslie North, The Russian's Stubborn Lover
“The road out of London on the north-east is one of the less pleasant ways of finding the open country. For one thing, it is infested with miles of tramway, crawling, interminable, blocking the traffic, maddening to the man at the wheel of a fast car—especially maddening to the man in a hurry at the wheel of a fast car.” ― Leslie Charteris, The Saint Closes the Case
“What are we to do with the knowledge that Tayo was once a woman? That Ceremony held but abandoned considerable investments in Chicana identity, in urban life, and shades of acculturation? By outlining the trajectory of a composition process, drafts can be indicative of important variables in a finished work. The Angie drafts show that (despite Silko’s efforts to deflect it) considerable pressure can be brought to bear upon the choice of a male protagonist for the novel and upon the shallowness of its representation of human women, as well as upon the choice of a 1940s setting, and even on the rural setting and the novel’s form. Ceremony” ― David L. Moore, Leslie Marmon Silko: Ceremony, Almanac of the Dead, Gardens in the Dunes
“When your smile looked like that, you could lie to a woman, and she'd thank you for the privilege.” ― Leslie North, Mr. Cocky
“Download” ― Leslie North, The Russian's Stubborn Lover
“In the north,” I said, “the majority of the people have outdoor toilets. The ones that have an indoor privy are well to do and have a full bib and tucker. I am afraid Britain is not like Germany, or even the rest of Western Europe where pretty well everyone has an indoor WC. Your Hitler was a mean bugger,” I said, “but he was good for modern sanitation.” ― Harry Leslie Smith, The Empress of Australia: A Post-War Memoir
“him close, to ground him in the wake of what he had done. He shut his eyes against the sight of Paulson and lost himself in Alexa. "I'm sorry," she repeated, over and over again until Damian holstered his weapon and drew her fully into the fold of his arms.” ― Leslie North, In Safe Hands
“It was Tessa. His first love. The girl he’d been ready to get down on one knee for. And his only heartbreak. ” ― Leslie North, First Down
“Indian Song: SurvivalWe went north to escape winter climbing pale cliffs we paused to sleep at the river. Cold water river cold from the north I sink my body in the shallow sink into sand and cold river water.…Mountain forest wind travels east and I answer: taste me, I am the wind touch me, I am the lean gray deer running on the edge of the rainbow.” ― Leslie Marmon Silko, Storyteller
