#fusion

They view massive immigration as a massive infusion of potential voters for the Democratic Party, and therefore will do nothing, absolutely nothing to stop that flow of legal or illegal entrance into the country. ↗

— Tom Tancredo

#absolutely nothing #country #democratic #democratic party #entrance

We have such a mixture now, such a fusion of different genres. ↗

— Ryszard Kapuscinski

#different genres #fusion #genres #mixture #now

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#confusion #except #had #i #my own

She didn't say it, I only thought she said it. So really it was my thought, my words, and not hers. How could I confuse "I love you" with "May I take your order? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cashier #confusion #daydreaming #delusional #fantasy

Is that me?,' Leo said. 'Like me--having this dream--looking at me having a dream? ↗

— Rick Riordan

#dreams #hephaestus #leo #dreams

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#dissatisfaction #emotions #teenagers #anger

...besides which Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#attitude

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#defeat #tiredness #dreams

I'm convinced that most men don't know what they believe, rather, they only know what they wish to believe. How many people blame God for man's atrocities, but wouldn't dream of imprisoning a mother for her son's crime? ↗

— Criss Jami

#apologetics #atrocities #belief #bias #biases

He had been violently confused by her real presence in the opposite inaccessible corner. For months he had been possessed by the imagination of her. She had been distant and closed away, a princess in a tower, and his imagination’s work had been all to make her present, all of her, to his mind and senses, the quickness of her and the mystery, the whiteness of her, which was part of her extreme magnetism, and the green look of those piercing or occluded eyes. Her presence had been unimaginable, or more strictly, only to be imagined. Yet here she was, and he was engaged in observing the ways in which she resembled, or differed from, the woman he dreamed, or reached for in sleep, or would fight for. ↗

— A.S. Byatt

#distance #imagination #love #lust #possession