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“I spent thirty-three years in another man's shadow. I went everywhere he went, I helped him with everything he did. I was in a sense a part of him. When you live like that for a long time, you gradually lose track of what it is you yourself really want out of life”
― Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

“It started to feel like this thing happening to me was an invisible wall between us, a barrier none of us wanted to acknowledge but that was continuously pushing us apart. I started to feel like an outsider even among my closest friends.”
― Edward Williams

“Seriously, just have the gonads to quote yourself! ^__^”
― T F Rhoden

“Meandering cows, tenacious bicyclers, belching taxis, rickshaws, fearless pedestrians and the occasional mobile 鈥榗igarette and sweets鈥� stand all fought our taxi for room on the narrow two-lane road turned local byway.”
― Jennifer S. Alderson, Notes of a Naive Traveler: Nepal and Thailand

“As he spoke these words, a giant wave, just like the one in Katsushika Hokusai鈥檚, 鈥淭he Great Wave off Kanagawa,鈥� rippled in below the lofty ledge.

Chaiya saw a thousand images in a second.

鈥淏rothers!鈥� he shouted.

鈥淏rothers! Brothers! Brothers!鈥︹€�

His voice echoed and vibrated through their hearts.

They were all wide awake.

鈥淭he presence in the cave will swallow us up,鈥� Chaiya thought.”
― Suzy Davies, The Cave

“Defensive driving' meant we travelled so slowly we were often overtaken by maimed war veterans on tricycles”
― Colin Cotterill, Killed at the Whim of a Hat

“A si predstavlja拧? sem v prvi zarji 拧e ves zjagan razpredal Romani. Steklenica viskija za pol dolarja in zjutraj ni膷 ne boli glava! Pol dolarja in vsaj za dolar sem ga spil ...
Nekje sredi poti proti jugu pa sem planil 膷ez njo, avtobusno okno se je odprlo le zgrda in komajda sem zvozil, da nisem bruhal po ubo啪ici, vsej nedol啪ni in zgarani od polno膷nih reporta啪. Pla膷al sem vse za nazaj in 膷ez mejo prilezel kot stara kuzla z ohceti; 拧e dobro, da so me tako zdelenaga sploh spustili v nov dr啪avo...”
― Zvone 艩eruga

“Asia so degraded, so corrupted by the colonial era and by its own crowdedness that it can only choose between depravity and the puritan orgy of communIsm.

The women of Thailand are so beautiful that they have become the hostesses of the Western world, sought after and desired everywhere for their grace, which is that of a submissive and affectionate femininity of nubile slaves - now dressed by Dior - an astounding sexual come-on in a gaze which looks you straight in the eye and a potential acquiescence to your every whim. In short, the fulfilment of Western man's dreams. Thai women seem spontaneously to embody the sexuality of the Arabian Nights, like the Nubian slaves in ancient Rome. Thai men, on the other hand, seem sad and forlorn; their physiques are not in tune with world chic, while their women's are privileged to be the currently fashionable form of ethnic beauty. What is left for these men but to assist in the universal promotion of their women for high-class prostitution?”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories

“In Thai, to say sorry was to ask for punishment that wouldn't ordinarily be meted out.”
― Pitchaya Sudbanthad, Bangkok Wakes to Rain

“We were not born into this life knowing
that we were going to become
rich or poor, striving or with a celeb status, sick or healthy.
But one thing that I know is that
the human mind is a powerful tool to achieve success. No matter the circumstances,
greatness is when you push
yourself above the odds.”
― Henry Johnson Jr

“Money cannot buy you "HEALTH.”
― Henry Johnson Jr

“Para peneliti menemukan bahwa orang, sekurang-kurangnya orang waras, jarang tersenyum ketika sendirian. Senyuman merupakan sebuah isyarat sosial lebih dari sekadar refleksi batin kita, sekalipun bisa juga berarti demikian.”
― Eric Weiner, The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World

“I ended up in the back seat of a chicken truck鈥檚 cab heading through beautiful scenery and disastrous roads to my hotel. About an hour later, we stopped to sell a few hundred of the chickens to a butcher shop.”
― Jennifer S. Alderson, Notes of a Naive Traveler: Nepal and Thailand

“No need for Jesus and the Lord Buddha to fight”
― Carol Hollinger, Mai Pen Rai Means Never Mind an American Housewife's Honest Love Affair with the Irrepressible People of Thailand

“When I left America I understood the formation of public opinion in Southeast Asia. I had had the best course possible, taught by a famous Asian expert. Two minutes at Chulalongkorn taught me that I might just as profitably have studied the zither.”
― Carol Hollinger, Mai Pen Rai Means Never Mind an American Housewife's Honest Love Affair with the Irrepressible People of Thailand

“The day on which she turned eleven, Grandfather Bill had presented her with her very own orchid.
"This is especially for you, Julia. Its name is 'Aerides odoratum,' which means 'children of the air.'"
Julia studied the delicate ivory and pink petals of the flower sitting in its pot. They felt velvety beneath her touch.
"Where does this one come from, Grandfather Bill?" she had asked.
"From the Orient, in the jungles of Chiang Mai in northern Thailand."
"Oh. What kind of music do you think it likes?"
"It seems particularly partial to a touch of Mozart," chuckled her grandfather. "Or if it looks like it's wilting, perhaps you could try some Chopin!”
― Lucinda Riley, The Orchid House

“from Mad for It, a short story in the Asian Erotica anthology: And I didn鈥檛 leave California with my pockets full of gold. About 20k
in the bank and an old Taylor guitar on my back. I chew on dowry for a week or two, but she doesn鈥檛 like delays. I came to Thailand because I can live in a bungalow near the beach, swim every day and eat mango, coconut and banana. Drink red wine. She locks herself in my bedroom and talks on her cellphone for hours. Comes out in a denim mini-skirt and heels and leaves me alone until midnight. I鈥檓 licking paint off the walls. She gets distant. Starts the going out thing a few times a week. I try to follow her once, but get lost in the mountains. I鈥檓 on a steep, dark incline. No streetlights. Weird sounds from the forest. A cool and ominous wind shakes the trees. I鈥檓 the only man on the planet. On the way down, I crash into a guard rail. Call her for help, but she doesn鈥檛 answer. I know she鈥檚 fucking around. But it feels like a way out. I didn鈥檛 come to Thailand to be a wingman.”
― Erich R. Sysak, Best of Asian Erotica 1

“from, The Siamese Collectors: He needed a jolt. A drastic change. An explosion of old habits. He wanted to drop a hot grenade into his broken life. So he cooked up Barcelona and Madrid, Paris, Hong Kong and sent flurries of e-mails with resumes. And finally, when the only offer arrived in a beaten yellow envelope bearing exotic stamps, his father insisted he take it. At first he refused. Thailand to him was third rate, tainted by ideas of the Golden Triangle, white slavery, sleazy tourists and terrorism. But he only had two choices and neither he nor his father lingered when action was needed. So they said a quick goodbye on the porch, blinking at the crisp noon sun and sweating as the taxi idled. His father said, 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry. I won鈥檛 tell them anything.鈥�
His plane arrived sometime in the middle of the night. A lone policeman dipped in leather boots and wearing a motorcycle helmet with a loose chinstrap stood guard in the Bangkok airport. Treece slipped his passport into a pocket and watched a dark-eyed Thai girl half-asleep on her arm inside a little glass money exchange booth. A moment later in the open lobby, he nodded to a man behind a walrus tooth moustache holding a piece of cardboard that said: Mike Treece.”
― Erich R. Sysak

“With the probable exception of the bond between husband and wife, every liaison between people in this society takes on some forms of this patron-client relationship”
― Lucien M. Hanks

“We're just a couple of ordinary blokes with an unusual hobby.”
― Liam Cochrane, Miracle in the Cave: The 12 Lost Boys, Their Coach, and the Heroes Who Rescued Them

“Thais have a saying about a frog living inside a coconut shell. The frog believes that the world inside the shell is the whole universe. In the private investigation business, Vincent Calvino had clients who like the frog. What they saw from inside their shell blinded them, made them unable to solve a problem. So they hired Calvino. He knew the drill. Shells offered comfort and security. Leaving could be a dangerous business.”
― Christopher G. Moore, The Risk of Infidelity Index: A Vincent Calvino Crime Novel

“Asking if there is corruption in Thailand is like asking if there is dough inside a bakery. Pies and cakes don鈥檛 come from heaven and neither do deals and contracts.”
― Christopher G. Moore, Spirit House

“Feudalism, that discreet system of gentlemen gangsters and serfs, had never died out in the region, and was concealed in the trappings of modern buildings and streets. Only a lunatic would quarrel with his master; only a fool would not understand that he stood in the steel jaws of death his entire life.”
― Christopher G. Moore, Spirit House

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Thailand all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Kuchinarai all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Bangkok all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Falling in love with Thailand is like celebrating Valentine's Day every day.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Of course, we Chinese are not allowed to own land, but Thai landowners are always in need of money.”
― Botan, Letters from Thailand

“In Thai poker, two 5's are known as the, "Haha" hand.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

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― Michael Falch