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Umut Gezer _94 — Dorthy Gale is farm girl from Kansas whose house is carried away in a cyclone to the wonderful land of Oz. There she meets many interesting persons and creatures and a few companions along the way who follow the yellow brick road to the Emerald City in hopes that the great and powerful Oz will grant their requests. I like this book, but at the same time I didn't. I think this is because some of the magical creatures such as the talking china dolls were unnecessary and got in the way for the real reason of the story, to get Dorthy back to Kansas with Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. Even so, I did enjoy reading the book that the beloved film was made out of and the creativity was amazing with the Flying Monkeys being controlled by a golden cap, the many shapes of the Wizard, from a ball of fire to a lovely lady and even though I didn't care for the china people they were still very imaginative. Lastly, the Oz books have a wonderful message, There's no place like home

Edward Ch atmospherelight — ** spoiler alert ** I gave this book a three, but the ending deserved a two. The whole romantic build up of Katie and Owen led to them getting together in a totally spark-less, romantic way. But overall the book was a decent, fluff read. I had a little bit of trouble getting into this book but once I did it was fine, until the last chapter. This makes me hesitant to start the third book, merely because I'm afraid it'll bore me.

Wanshan Li lwansh — ** spoiler alert ** Better than atlas shrugged. Fewer monologues. Characters were a little thinner though. Not by much. All of her characters are pointedly 2d. It is your job to pursue happiness. It can only be found through the act of creation. The book was very much less about capitalism and more about the duty of the individual. What it means to be a man and a citizen. To look at world as it is and define your relationship with it. Quotes: "He knew that the days ahead would be difficult. There were questions to be faced and a plan of action to be prepared. he knew that he should think about it. He knew also that he would not thing, because everything was clear to him already, because the plan had been set long ago, and because he wanted to laugh." "I shouldn't have waited for you to throw me out. I should have left long ago." "My dear fellow, who will let you? That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?" "I don't propose to force or be force. Those who want me will come to me." "If you want my advice, Peter, you've made a mistake already. By asking me. By asking anyone. Never ask people. Not about you work. Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know." "What will you learn at the BeauxArts? Only more Renaissance palaces and operetta settings. They'll kill everything you might have in you. You do good work, once in a while, when somebody lets you. If you really want to learn, go to work. Francon is a bastard and a fool, but you will be building. It will prepare you for going on your own that much sooner." "Men hate passion, any great passion. Henry Cameron made a mistake: he loved his work. That was why he fought. That was why he lost." "Francon was smiling over the article, reading it again. Keating had never seen him so pleased; no drawing in the office, no work accomplished had ever made him as happy as these words from another man on a printed page to be read by other eyes." "He did not have to wonder, to fear or to take chances; it had been done for him." "Keating did not care so long as his clients were impressed, the clients did not care so long as their guests were impressed, and the guests did not care anyway." "There is no conceivable law by which a man can be forced to work on any terms except those he chooses to set. There is no conceivable law to prevent him from setting them - just as there is none to force his employer to accept them. The freedom to agree or disagree is the foundation of our kind of society - and the freedom to strike is part of it." "She saw the faces streaming past her, the faces made alike by fear - fear as a common denominator, fear of themselves, fear of all and of one another, fear making them ready to pounce upon whatever was held sacred by any single one they met. She could not define the nature or the reason of that fear. But she had always felt its presence." "Every human should has a style of its own, also. Its one basic theme. You'll see it reflected in every thought, every act, every wish of that person. The one absolute, the one imperative in that living creature." "He moved among all these unformed youths, with the assurance of a man who has a plan, a long-range plan set in every detail, and who can spare nothing but amusement for the small incidentals of his way." "It was not loyalty to him, but to the best within themselves." "No you would not believe me. The causes of illusions are not pretty to discover. They're either vicious or tragic." "It's so much easier to pass judgmental on a man than on an idea. Though how in hell one passes judgment on a man without considering the content of his brain is more than I'll ever understand." "Don't worry. They're all against me. But I have one advantage: they don't know what they want. I do." "This is how men feel, trapped in a shell hole; this room is not an accident of poverty, it's the footprint of a war; it's the devastation torn by explosives more vicious than any stored in the arsenals of the world. A war...against?...The enemy had no name and no face." "Now, talk. Talk about the things you really want said. Don't tell me about your family, your childhood, your friends or your feelings. Tell me about the things you think." "How did you now what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate...Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you - except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important." "I'm not afraid any more. But I know that the terror exists. I know the king of terror it is. You can't conceive of that kind. Listen, what's the most horrible experience you can imagine? To me - it's being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who's had some disease that's eaten his brain out. You'd have nothing then but your voice - your voice and your thought. You'd scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you'd have the most eloquent words, the unanswerable words, you'd become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you , that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere though mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own. I don't think I'm a coward, but I'm afraid of it. And that's all I know - only that it exists. I don't know its purpose, I don't know its nature." "You shouldn't have built it. You shouldn't have delivered it to the sort of thing they're doing." "That doesn't matter. Not even that they'll destroy it. Only that it had existed." "The crowd would have forgiven anything, except a man who could remain normal under the vibrations of its enormous collective sneer. Some of them had come prepared to pity him; all of them hated him after the first few minutes." "Ask anything of men. Ask them to achieve wealth, fame, love, brutality, murder, self-sacrifice. But don't ask them to achieve self-respect. They will hate your soul." "I will live in the world as it is, in the manner of life it demands. Not halfway, but completely. Not pleading and running from it, but walking out to meat it, beating it to the pain and the ugliness, being first to choose the worst it can be to me." "He thought of how convincingly he could describe this scene to friends and make them envy the fullness of his contentment. Why couldn't he convince himself?...He had everything anyone ever wanted. How many people struggled and suffered to achieve what he had achieved? How many dreamed and bled and died for this, without reaching it? "Peter Keating is the luckiest fellow on earth." How often had he heard that?" "You have to flatter people whom you despise in order to impress other people who despise you." "I can do nothing halfway. Those who can, have a fissure somewhere inside. Most people have many. They lie to themselves - not to know that." "They did not realize, until much later, that they had lacked comforts; and then they did not believe it - because the year at Monadnock Valley remained in their minds as the strange time when the earth stopped turning and they lived through twelve months of spring." "I think some buildings are cheap show-offs, all front, and some are cowards, apologizing for themselves in every brick, and some are the eternal unfit, botched, malicious and false. Your buildings have one sense above all - a sense of joy. Not a placid joy. A difficult, demanding kind of joy. The kind that makes one feel as if it were an achievement to experience it. One looks and thinks: I'm a better person if I can feel that." "Before you can do things for people, you must be the kind of man who can get things done. But to get things done, you must love the doing, not the secondary consequences. The work, not the people. Your own action, not any possible object of your charity." "Architects are all for government housing. And have you ever seen an architect who wasn't screaming for planned cities? I'd like to ask him how he can be so sure that the plan adopted will be his own. And if it is, what right has he to impose it on the others? An d if it isn't, what happens to his work?" "Maybe the concepts don't make sense. Maybe they don't mean what people have been taught to think they mean." "Why do they always teach us that it's easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It's the hardest thing in the world - to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want. As I wanted to marry you. Not as I want to sleep with some woman or get drunk or get my name in the papers. Those things - they're not even desires - they're things people do to escape from desires - because it's such a big responsibility, really to want something." "It's so easy to run to others. It's so hard to stand on one's own record. You can fake virtue for an audience. You can't fake it in your own eyes. Your ego is your strictest judge. They run from it. They spend their lives running. It's easier to donate a few thousands to charity and think oneself noble than to base self-respect on personal standards of personal achievement. It's simple to seek substitutes for competence - such easy substitutes: love, charm, kindness, charity. But there is no substitutes for competence." "Look back at your own life, Howard, and at the people you've met. They know. They're afraid. You're a reproach." "Look at everyone around us. You've wondered why they suffer, why they seek happiness and never find it. If any man stopped and asked himself whether he's ever held a truly personal desire, he's find the answer. He'd see that all his wishes, his efforts, his dreams, his ambitions are motivated by other men. He's not really struggling even for material wealth, but for the second-hander's delusion - prestige. A stamp of approval, not his own. He can find no joy in the struggle and no joy when he has succeeded. He can't say about a single thing: 'This is what I wanted because I wanted it, not because it made my neighbors gape at me.' Then he wonders why he's unhappy. Every form of happiness is private. Our greatest moments are personal, self-motivated, not to be touched." "Is sacrifice a virtue? Can a man sacrifice his integrity? His honor? His freedom? His ideal? His convictions? The honesty of his feeling? The independence of his thought? But these are a man's supreme possessions. Anything he give up for them is not a sacrifice but an easy bargain." "Happiness is self-contained and self-sufficient. Happy men have no time and no use for you. Happy men are free men." "The man who speaks to you hf sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And tends to be the master. But if ever you hear a man telling you that you must be happy, that it's your natural right, that your first duty is to yourself - that will be the man who's not after your soul. That will be the man who has nothing to gain from you." "Anything may be betrayed, anyone may be forgiven. But not those who lack the courage of their own greatness." "The routine necessities of life that could acquire splendor when life became what it was now." "The people had come to witness a sensational case, to see celebrities, to get material for conversation, to be seen, to kill time. They would return to unwanted jobs, unloved families, unchosen friends, to drawing rooms, evening clothes, cocktail glasses and movies, to unadmitted pain, murdered hope, desire left unreached, left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken, to days of effort not to think, not to say, to forget and give in and give up. But each of them had known some unforgotten moment - a morning when nothing had happened, a piece of music heard suddenly and never heard in the same way again, a stranger's face seen in a bus - a moment when each had known a different sense of living. And each remembered other moments, on a sleepless night, on an afternoon of steady rain, in a church, in an empty street at sunset, when each had wondered why there was so much suffering and ugliness in the world. They had not tried to find the answer and they had gone on living as if no answer were necessary. But each had known a moment when, in lonely, naked honesty, he had felt the need of an answer." "Roark stood before them as each man stands in the innocence of his own mind. But Roark stood like that before a hostile crowd - and they knew suddenly that no hatred was possible to him. For the flash of an instant, hey grasped the manner of his consciousness. Each asked himself: do I need anyone's approval? - does it matter? - am I tied? And for that instant, each man was free - free enough to feel benevolence for every other man in the room." "But the mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as a collective brain. There is no such thing as a collective thought. An agreement reached by a group of men is only a compromise or an average drawn upon many individual thoughts. It is a secondary consequence. The primary act - the process of reason - must be performed by each man alone. We can divide a meal among many men. We cannot digest it in a collective stomach. No man can use his lungs to breathe for another man. No man can use his brain to think for another. All the functions of body and spirit are private. They cannot be shared or transferred." "In all proper relationships there is no sacrifice of anyone to anyone. An architect needs clients, but he does not subordinate his work to their wishes. They need him, but they do not order a house just to give him a commission. Men exchange their work by free, mutual consent to mutual advantage when their personal interests agree and they both desire the exchange. If they do not desire it, they are not forced to deal with each other. They seek further. This is the only possible form of relationship between equals. Anything else is a relation of slave to master, or victim to executioner."