Quotes About Interpretation

You'll know if she's doing them right," the medicine cat called over her shoulder, "because she'll complain!

According to tradition, they are named for the first thing their mother sees when they are born, although to my mind that would lead to a lot of kits being called Roof of Cave or Wall of Cave or Floor of Cave.

Sometimes a cloud is just a cloud.

Leafpaw felt a tingle spread through her fur. She remembered her own conviction, back when she had been little more than a kit, that it was right for her to heal and comfort her Clanmates, and to interpret the signs of StarClan for them. Has Mothwing felt the same? Leafpaw wondered. Could she have felt the same, if she was not Clanborn? Even Yellowfang, the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, had been forestborn, though ThunderClan had not been the Clan of her birth.

Hollypaw cut him off. "No cat must know! Not when we don't know exactly what the prophecy means.

We need to find out what the vanishing sun means.

Bluestar told me, 'Four will become two. Lion and tiger will meet in battle, and blood will rule the forest,'" Firestar finished. "And then blood oozed out of the hill of bones and started to fill the hollow. Blood everywhere . . . Cinderpelt, what does it all mean?

What is it, Barkface?" prompted Morningflower. "Has StarClan spoken to you?

Answer: The answer is 30. There are two tricks in this question. The first is 1 times 0. This is only a distraction. Yes, 1 times 0 is 0, but that doesn't affect anything else in the equation. The second trick is that the lines ending with 1 don't have a + sign next to them. That means they should be combined with the following line. Here are the numbers, all on one line: 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 11 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 11 + 1 x 0 + 1 = ? And the answer to that equation is 30.

La originalidad de Borges (entre otras, entre las muchas formas de su originalidad) reside en su resistencia a ser encontrado allí donde lo buscamos: algo del viejo vanguardista queda en esa resistencia a responder lo que se le pregunta y ajustarse a lo que se quiere escuchar de él.

El proceso y las condiciones históricas de enunciación modifican todos los enunciados. El sentido es un efecto frágil (y no sustancial) relacionado con la enunciación: emerge en la actividad de escribir-leer y no está enlazado a las palabras sino a los contextos de las palabras… No hay modo de que un texto sea idéntico a su doble.

I understand the link between the commands I type and the actions the computer performs can be reduced to a predictable input/output network, albeit a massively complex one. And thanks to this knowledge, I do not attribute magical qualities to the machine. I don't get angry at it. I don't try to read its mood, interpret the emotional subtext of its communications with me, or start to sulk if it takes too long to boot up. I don't take it personally--most of the time.

A man has a right to picture God according to his need, whatever it be.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures.

Literalness, however, is not the substance from which human culture is made.

In one of Chekhov's short stories, a little boy is drawing a picture. His father asks him why the man in the picture is taller than the house. "If he were smaller," says the child reasonably, "you couldn't see his eyes." ENTRY:

had set out to tell you exactly what happened. But since I am the one writing this, how do I know what in my telling I am selecting, omitting, emphasizing; what unconscious editing I am doing?

What are those?" I asked, pointing up. "Those are ceiling," Varya said. "And here—sink. See—only turn so, and ffft! water!

Wrrite, wrrite, Lapochka, why you don't wrrite?" and assure me that a horse, even with four legs, stumbles. I found it difficult to explain to her what I was writing. "It's about Colley Cibber," I said. "He was an actor, playwright and poet." "Also poet?" Varya asked suspiciously. "Who he? Pushkin?

I suppose that all of us have a primitive prompter or commentator within, who from earliest years has been advising us, telling us what the real world is. There is such a commentator in me. I have to prepare the ground for him. From this source come words, phrases, syllables; sometimes only sounds, which I try to interpret, sometimes whole paragraphs, fully punctuated.

Carved above the lintel were the words SCIENTIA POTESTAS EST. Science points east, I wondered? Science is portentous, yes? Science protests too much. Scientific potatoes rule. Had I stumbled on the lair of dangerous plant geneticists?

That's because they don't know,' said Tyburn. 'It's like economics. Everybody's got a theory, and some people make it their religion.

Bollocks, I thought, or testiculi or possibly testiculos if we were using the accusative.

A negative result is almost as good as a positive one,' said Seawoll. 'Isn't that so, Peter?' I hate it when people listen to what I say in an inappropriate fashion.