{"quotes":[{"text":"History is so subjective. The teller of it determines it.","author":"Lin-Manuel Miranda","tags":["subjective","teller "],"id":20556,"author_id":"Lin-Manuel+Miranda"},{"text":"Unless they are off duty, no matter how wide it is, and even when it is sincere, a smile seems fake if the job description of the person who is smiling includes smiling.","author":"Mokokoma Mokhonoana","tags":["adage","adages","aphorism","aphorisms","axiom","axioms","cashier","cashiers","client-service","costumer-service","customer","customers","deep","dictum","dictums","epigram","epigrams","fake","gnome","gnomes","humor","humour","insightful","job","job-description","made-me-think","make-you-think","maxim","maxims","off-duty","on-duty","profound","proverb","proverbs","provoke-thought","quotation","quotations","quote","quotes","satire","satirical","saying","sayings","smile","smiles","smiling","teller","tellers","thought-provoking","thoughtful","work","working"],"id":39002,"author_id":"Mokokoma+Mokhonoana"},{"text":"The problem with escaping is that we leave behind us, even among those we love, different versions of the truth and everything we couldn’t bring ourselves to say.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["escape","frederick-weisel","love","teller","truth","weisel"],"id":43401,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"},{"text":"If you're in 'HELL', you're in a bank.If you're in 'HEAVEN', you're on the other side of the counter.Signed....A Goldman Sachs Representative.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["banks","counter","finance","goldman-sachs","heaven","hell","philosophy","teller"],"id":170169,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"},{"text":"Over the years, Skye sampled every drug she could find, and like many addicts, had a working knowledge of pharmacology. She snorted coke and swallowed pills. She took downers—orange and red Seconal, red and ivory Dalmane, Miltown, Librium, Luminal, Nembutal, and Quaaludes. Blue devils, red birds, purple hearts. Enough of them sank her in a kind of coma, where she watched her own limbs suspended in front of her in syrup. For a party, there was Benzedrine, rushing in her veins and making her talk for an hour in one long sentence. Day to day, she carried yellow tablets loose in her pockets, Dilaudid and Percodan, and chewed them in the back of classrooms. But her favorite was the greatest pain reliever of them all, named for the German word for hero.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["drugs","frederick-weisel","teller","weisel"],"id":241342,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"},{"text":"Every American autobiography, someone once said, is about one thing—escape. Look into the frightened heart of an American life, and you’ll find a compulsion to flee—a seed planted in the national character at the start by those ships sailing out of Europe and landing on our shores. — Teller: A Novel.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["autobiography","escape","frederick-weisel","teller","weisel"],"id":304020,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"},{"text":"Aren’t autobiographies born in a question we ask ourselves: how did I get to this point? Don’t we look back over the path and tell ourselves a story? This is how it happened. This is who I am.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["autobiography","frederick-weisel","story","teller","weisel"],"id":305189,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"},{"text":"As the chapters took shape, a change came over her. It was the double-sided recognition that this book, the last that she would write, might achieve esteem and success equal to her great novel, but that its emotional heart would lie in her own unhappiness for having failed to find the one thing she wanted. For the first time she was a character in her own writing, and her frailties and mistakes were trapped on the page by the beauty and unsparing focus of her prose. Towards the end it was a battle to finish a page. The story was the story she had told herself for decades, deep within her own mind, and now as it grew, line by line, on the paper before her, she wrestled with each turn in the path all over again, as if it were still possible to change its course with the power of her words.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["book","failing","frederick-weisel","story","teller","weisel","words","writing"],"id":319372,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"},{"text":"Take a seat, Charlie,” he said. “I’ll kill you in a few minutes. It’ll be good for you.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["frederick-weisel","murder","teller","weisel"],"id":320254,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"},{"text":"What spares us is memory,” he said. “It’s what makes us worth saving. However low we sink, whatever promise we no longer fulfill, we tell our stories. That’s why you’re so important, Charlie. You’re a guardian of our national memory.","author":"Frederick Weisel","tags":["frederick-weisel","memory","stories","teller","weisel"],"id":350343,"author_id":"Frederick+Weisel"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":15,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}