Bertram Waycott

“He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to live decently and pay his way, who could have travelled more gloriously through life than the Juggernaut car that was crushing him.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“Imagine if we had a food system that actually produced wholesome food. Imagine if it produced that food in a way that restored the land. Imagine if we could eat every meal knowing these few simple things: What it is we’re eating. Where it came from. How it found its way to our table. And what it really cost. If that was the reality, then every meal would have the potential to be a perfect meal. We would not need to go hunting for our connection to our food and the web of life that produces it. We would no longer need any reminding that we eat by the grace of nature, not industry, and that what we’re eating is never anything more or less than the body of the world. I don’t want to have to forage every meal. Most people don’t want to learn to garden or hunt. But we can change the way we make and get our food so that it becomes food again—something that feeds our bodies and our souls. Imagine it: Every meal would connect us to the joy of living and the wonder of nature. Every meal would be like saying grace.”
― Michael Pollan, The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals

“It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.”
― Truman Capote, In Cold Blood

“¡Oh ser ignorante y obstinado! Os creéis la perfección de la existencia y sois en realidad el más imperfecto y estúpido de todos los seres. ¡Os ufanáis de ver, cuando no podéis ver, más que un punto! Os vanagloráis de deducir la existencia de una línea recta; pero yo puedo ver líneas rectas y deducir la existencia de ángulos, triángulos, cuadrados, pentágonos, hexágonos e incluso círculos. ¿Por qué desperdiciar más palabras? Basta con decir que soy la plenitud de vuestro yo incompleto. Vois sois una línea, pero yo soy una línea de líneas, lo que en mi país se llama un cuadrado: e incluso yo, pese a ser infinitamente superior a vos, soy poca cosa entre los grandes nobles de Planilandia, de donde he venido a visitaros, con la esperanza de iluminar vuestra ignorancia.”
― Edwin A. Abbott, Planilandia