Quotes About Encounter

Forehead to forehead I meet thee, this third time, Moby Dick!

encounter with Mike Eden that there really was more than one man in the world—the piece of knowledge that more than anything else divides women from girls. As long as there were two, there could be three, or ten; it was a question of good luck or God's blessing when she would

He thinks, I remembered you, Thomas More, but you didn't remember me. You never even saw me coming.

The Odyssey puts us into a world that is a peculiar mixture of the strange and the familiar. The tension between strangeness and familiarity is in fact the poem's central subject.

The shock of encountering an ancient author speaking in largely recognizable language can make him seem more strange, and newly strange. I would like to invite readers to experience a sense of connection to this ancient text, while also recognizing its vast distance from our own place and time. Homer is, and is not, our contemporary.

Trojans, and Lycians, and ye Dardans, fam'd In close encounter, quit ye now like men; Put forth your wonted valour; for I know That in his secret counsels Jove designs Glory to me, disaster to the Greeks.

In any event, whether a supernatural tale remains altogether fantastic or eventually modulates to the uncanny or the marvelous, the reader is faced with disconcerting ontological and perceptual problems. Indeed, the disorienting effect of the supernatural encounter in fiction seems to reflect some deeper disorientations in the culture at large.

strange big boat. When Columbus and his sailors came ashore, carrying swords, speaking oddly, the Arawaks ran to greet them, brought

Jesus man! You don't look for acid! Acid finds you when *it* thinks you're ready.

Say,' I said. What brings you out here at this hour of the morning, for a thing like this? 'The bus,' he said.

As I came over the brink of the cliff, a few children laughed, an old hag began screeching, and the men just stared. Here was a white man with 12 Yankee dollars in his pocket and more than $ 500 worth of camera gear slung over his shoulders, hauling a typewriter, grinning, sweating, no hope of speaking the language, no place to stay—and somehow they were going to have to deal with me.

me. They found me. The

Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.

Arguing with a dead man in a lavatory is a claustrophobic experience.

The conversation had turned again to those moments, by now enriched by a private mythology, when they first set eyes on each other

Come si erano conosciuti, e come mai due innamorati dell'era moderna si rivelano così timidi e ingenui? Pur reputandosi troppo evoluti per credere al destino, restava paradossale ai loro occhi il fatto che un incontro di quella portata potesse essersi verificato per caso, determinato da centinaia di contingenze e scelte indi significanti. L'eventualità che non succedesse affatto era un pensiero tanto terrificante quanto possibile.

Se consideraban demasiado complejos para creer en el destino, pero les seguía pareciendo una paradoja que un encuentro tan trascendental hubiera sido fortuito, tan dependiente de cien sucesos y elecciones nimios. Qué posibilidad tan aterradora que pudiera no haberse producido nunca.

and Fred Tackett. Suddenly a figure appeared before them. They had a moment to take him in. Early twenties, bright pink face, stringy, short leather jacket. Perhaps he wanted money.

At last, the gazelle came all the way up to Fatima, then stopped and cast a glance at the horseman as if to say, "You won't be able to do a thing now!

Did those nice church ladies come by again? He nodded. I asked them if a man died and then the woman remarried, and then the three of them met in heaven, would it be a sin for them to have a threesome, since they were all married in God's eye. And they decided they were late to be somewhere else.

I turned and bumped my head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn't want to be late.

I see. Is Jim with you now?" "Yes, he is. We're having rough sex. You're interrupting. "What are you doing here?" "Looking for Jim in your bed." "He isn't here." "I see that.

Really, Luther, if I knew you were that hungry, I would've picked up some takeout." At the sound of my voice, he turned. "You!" "Me." "What is this?" He looked at Julie. "Mini-you?