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Link	Quote	Tags	Author
bf32f1b	Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.	ever known original	Chuck Palahniuk
0b579c5	The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.	beauty christ deep end ending ever everywhere feeling future heart intense moon music ourselves past sad sadness silver	John Fowles
86b3d73	I love you now... I love you immortally, even if I die and there is nothing left of me.	ever immortality love	Gail Carson Levine
2fcd5bf	Despair could never touch a morning like this. The air was cool, and smelled of sage. It had the clarity that comes to Southern California only after a Santa Ana wind has blown all haze and history out to sea -- air like telescopic glass, so that the snowcapped San Gabriela seemed near enough to touch, though they were forty miles away. The flanks of the blue foothills revealed the etching of every ravine, and beneath the foothills, stretching to the sea, the broad coastal plain seemed nothing but treetops: groves of orange, avocado, lemon, olive; windbreaks of eucalyptus and palm; ornamentals of a thousand different varieties, both natural and genetically engineered. It was as if the whole plain were a garden run riot, with the dawn sun flushing the landscape every shade of green.	ever hook	Kim Stanley Robinson
044e578	The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal.	bird despised ever field heart home man prepares pretend reeks run shield shit turn unreal wall wing world	Bernard Cornwell

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.

Chuck Palahniuk

0b579c5

The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

beauty christ deep end ending ever everywhere feeling future heart intense moon music ourselves past sad sadness silver

John Fowles

86b3d73

I love you now... I love you immortally, even if I die and there is nothing left of me.

ever immortality love

Gail Carson Levine

2fcd5bf

Despair could never touch a morning like this. The air was cool, and smelled of sage. It had the clarity that comes to Southern California only after a Santa Ana wind has blown all haze and history out to sea -- air like telescopic glass, so that the snowcapped San Gabriela seemed near enough to touch, though they were forty miles away. The flanks of the blue foothills revealed the etching of every ravine, and beneath the foothills, stretching to the sea, the broad coastal plain seemed nothing but treetops: groves of orange, avocado, lemon, olive; windbreaks of eucalyptus and palm; ornamentals of a thousand different varieties, both natural and genetically engineered. It was as if the whole plain were a garden run riot, with the dawn sun flushing the landscape every shade of green.

ever hook

Kim Stanley Robinson

044e578

The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal.

bird despised ever field heart home man prepares pretend reeks run shield shit turn unreal wall wing world

Bernard Cornwell