(Finland is a famously introverted nation. Finnish joke: How can you tell if a Finn likes you? He's staring at your shoes instead of his own. )
They have a word in Finnish called sisu, which basically means guts. It’s the strongest word in the Finnish language. You tell a Finn he doesn’t have sisu, that’s like spitting in his face.
If Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer were alive today, we’d say they had ADD or a conduct disorder. They [boys] are who they are, and we need to love them for who they are. Let’s not try to rewire them.
That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too. ” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.
I'm a big girl, Finn.
He likes you, too. " Finn repeated. "And don't tell me to shut up. " "Shut up!" -Kingdom Keepers, Shell Game
Write about winter in the summer. Describe Norway as Ibsen did, from a desk in Italy; describe Dublin as James Joyce did, from a desk in Paris. Willa Cather wrote her prairie novels in New York City; Mark Twain wrote Huckleberry Finn in Hartford, Connecticut. Recently, scholars learned that Walt Whitman rarely left his room.
A foolish man thinks he knows everything. A wise man knows he doesn't," Finn replied absently, still looking down at the book. "That's such a fortune-cookie answer," I said with a laugh, and even he smirked at me.
I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.
Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.
Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.
Mark Twain didn't psychoanalyze Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer. Dickens didn't put Oliver Twist on the couch because he was hungry! Good copy comes out of people, Johnny, not out of a lot of explanatory medical terms.
If Mark Twain had had Twitter, he would have been amazing at it. But he probably wouldn't have gotten around to writing Huckleberry Finn.
You made this?' Finn looks at me. 'No, Saint Anthony brought it to me in the night. He was very put out I didn't give it to you right then.
I wanted to show you that it's not all cold and intimidating," Finn explained. "I wanted you to see something warm and beautiful.
I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy. ' Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.
I believe that it is only through empathy, that the pain experienced by an Algerian woman, a North Korean dissident, a Rwandan child or an Iraqi prisoner, becomes real to me and not just passing news. And it is at times like this when I ask myself, am I prepared - like Huck Finn - to give up Sunday school heaven for the kind of hell that Huck chose?
It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat. " "Did she just call you tree rat?
Wendy!” Finn shouted pulling me from my moment with Loki. “What are you doing? You’re married. And not to him. ” “Nothing slips by you does it. ” Loki asked.
Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.
