#or

Anyone even remotely suspect was interrogated, because interrogation is by far the most effective method of speedily banishing inappropriate thoughts from the mind. ↗

— Olli Jalonen

#government #interrogation #politics #torture #freedom

His name was Tom Tombstone, and if he had a middle name it was probably Death. But I didn’t call him Tom, or even Mr. Tombstone, because he introduced himself as Robert Winston. And I wondered how this stranger could shake my hand, look me in the eye, smile, and expect me to believe such a bold-faced lie? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#death #funny #hilarious #humor #introduction

But for all its miseries, there was an unmistakable allure to the jockey's craft... Man is preoccupied with freedom yet laden with handicaps. The breadth of his activity and experience is narrowed by the limitations of his relative weak, sluggish body. The racehorse, by virtue of his awesome physical gifts, freed the jockey from himself. When a horse and a jockey flew over the tack together, there were moments in which the man's mind wedded itself to the animal's body to form something greater than the sum of both parts. The horse partook of the jockey's cunning; the jockey partook of the horse's supreme power. For the jockey, the saddle was a place of unparalled exhilaration, of transcendence. ↗

— Laura Hillenbrand

#racehorse #experience

Doch was [Olof] Palme in seinem Modernisierungseifer nicht verstehen konnte oder wollte, war, dass die akademischen Spinnweben auch für eine demokratisierte Hochschule von einigem Wert waren. Die Universitäten repräsentierten eine zivile Gesellschaft sowohl außerhalb des Staates als auch der Marktwirtschaft; sie waren eine andere Sphäre, die von der Jagd nach höherer Produktivität unberührt war, an der Wirtschaft und Sozialdemokratie natürlich teilnahmen. Den Universitäten und den Akademikern gegen ihren Willen Reformen aufzuzwingen untergrub ihr Selbstvertrauen und schadete auf lange Sicht der akademischen Freiheit. ↗

— Henrik Berggren

#reform #freedom

You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V) ↗

— J.R. Ward

#humor #vampire #friendship

Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#adore #adoring #adulation #death #delusion

The Crystal Wind is the storm, and the storm is data, and the data is life. You have been slaves, denied the storm, denied the freedom of your data. That is now ended; the whirlwind is upon you . . . . . . Whether you like it or not. ↗

— Daniel Keys Moran

#data #digital-liberty #digital-rights #information #internet

He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned. He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#clayton #lorraine-heath #meg #freedom

Time is such a waste of time to think about, because the longer you ponder it, the more of it you lose. And before you know it, you don’t know it, because you are nothing but dusty worm food. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #knowledge #loss #ponder

Florence had the Alberti fighting for freedom, but never had real Jacobins. It experienced the Viva Maria insurrections, but never really witnessed strong extremist passions. Using the comparison of the colours universally celebrated by Stendhal, we can say that the Florentine red rather resembled a pink and that the black looked more like a grey. ↗

— Franco Cardini

#freedom