I'm not a 25-interception quarterback, I know that.
My concern is how we learn to be genuine human beings.
He will not succeed in this," Taran said. "Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope. " "I agree absolutely," Fflewddur answered. "Your general idea is excellent; it's only the details that are lacking.
I saw myself. . . in the time I watched, I saw strength and frailty, pride and vanity, courage and fear. Of wisdom, a little. Of folly much. Of intentions many good ones; but many more left undone. On this alas, I saw myself a man like any other. But this too I saw. . . Alike as men may seem, each is different as flakes of snow, no two the same. You told me you had no need to seek the Mirror, knowing you were Annlaw Clay-Shaper. Now I know who I am: myself and none other. I am Taran.
She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.
If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?
Any fool can tell a story. Take a few odds and ends of things that happen to you, dress them up, shuffle them about, add a dash of excitement, a little color, and there you have it.
For as long as men and women have talked about war, they have talked about it in terms of right and wrong. And for almost as long, some among them have derided such talk, called it a charade, insisted that war lies beyond (or beneath) moral judgment. War is a world apart, where life itself is at stake, where human nature is reduced to its elemental forms, where self-interest and necessity prevail. Here men and women do what they must to save themselves and their communities, and morality and law have no place. Inter arma silent leges: in time of war the law is silent.
Siddharth accepts me in the way I am. In the first few months of marriage I got bogged down by the notion that I had to juggle between handling home duties and starting work on a new film. He explained I needn't be a superwoman. He understands that if he could go out to work and end up neglecting things at home, so could I.
When you have lived longer in this world and outlived the enthusiastic and pleasing illusions of youth, you will find your love and pity for the race increase tenfold, your admiration and attachment to a particular party or opinion fall away altogether.
Amid the push to excellence, with its measurement and accountability, it is easy to lose sight of a key ingredient in reading a book - the pleasure it bring us, something too many boil down to a dirty word: FUN.