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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c542ecb | Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera. | humor | Jim Butcher | |
| 4420e1f | I was sitting in my lab, my hand spread open on the table, while the skull examined my palm. I'd worn a mark there for years--an unblemished patch of skin amidst all the burn scars, in the perfect shape of the angelic sigil that was Lasciel's name. The mark was gone. In its place was just an irregular patch of unburned skin. "It looks like there's no mark there anymore," Bob said. I sighed. "Thank you, Bob," I said. "It's good to have a pro.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| ed12776 | It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already. That's right--you heard me: dead again already. I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that? | ghosts life | Jim Butcher | |
| ede0c8f | Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 0c306f8 | About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, "Harry." I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, "I sense..." I narrowed my eyes. "Say it. You know you want to say it." "It is a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated." | Jim Butcher | ||
| b156d59 | He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of morality. | Jim Butcher | ||
| cb6b069 | Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin. It rested right on the ground, and in it slept a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives. | Holly Black | ||
| 900d0e1 | Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient, half-remembered slights. Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious. | Holly Black | ||
| 4ddab04 | Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does. | Holly Black | ||
| d7e131b | I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria. But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense. All friendships are negotiations of power. | friendship power trust | Holly Black | |
| c600499 | Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?" | books dark gavriel holly-black literature paranormal paranormal-romance romance tana-bach the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown vampires ya | Holly Black | |
| e1ddc29 | This seems impossible to me. It seems biologically impossible to stay the same size, although I must. It seems one must always be either bigger or smaller than they were at some arbitrary point in time to which all things are compared. The panties that are possibly tighter than they were. When? You can't say when. But you are absolutely positive no question that it's true. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| ed5f9f1 | Having a normal person around me made it poingnantly clear to me that I was out of control. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 0b9eb35 | But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud. | crashing falling love mental-illness new-love | Marya Hornbacher | |
| 50b0b00 | At first it's bliss. It's drunken, heady, intoxicating. It swallows the people we were - not particuarly wonderful people, but people who did our best, more or less - and spits out the monsters we are becoming. Our friends despise us. We are an epic. Everything is grand, crashing, brilliant, blinding. It's the Golden Age of Hollywood, and we are a legend in our own minds, and no one outside can fail to see that we are headed for hell, and w.. | love | Marya Hornbacher | |
| 667f97c | My brain sometimes departs from the agreed-upon reality, and my private reality is a very lonely place. But in the end, I'm not sure I wish I'd never gone there. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| d6fdb90 | Shigure:"A summer home like this by the lake, you half expect JASON to show up!" Yuki: "There he goes again..." Kyo: (Thinking to himself) Jieison...Jaysun? Now where have I heard that before? Shigure: "'Jason' is a new species of bear. You're so ignorant, Kyo-Kun." Kyo: "SHUT UP! I KNEW THAT!!" Hatori:"That's not it..." Tohru:"Is it a foreign kind of bear?" Hatori:"...." | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 89a68c5 | He took another drink, licked his lips and leaned back with his eyes closed for a minute, listening. Marion closed her eyes and just leaned against his chest, feeling the weight and security of his arm around her, moving her toes slightly in time to the music. That last hash and the chartreuse really did it. She felt fine. She felt warm. She felt at home. Trane had just finished a chorus and the piano player came in and Marion muttered a so.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 8b5a654 | And since we don't just forget things because they don't matter but also forget things because they matter too much because each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an identification mark no less distinctive than a fingerprint's, it's no wonder that the shards of reality one person will cherish as a biography can seem to someone else who, say, happened to have eaten some ten thousand dinners at the very .. | memory-loss | Philip Roth | |
| cb0d74c | Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 3756fa1 | I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly. | religious | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 1d579fc | You too must seek the sun... | life profound truth | Allen Ginsberg | |
| cb16556 | You view the gods as entities without," Montolio tried to explain. "You see them as physical beings trying to control our actions for their own ends, and thus you, in your stubborn independance, reject them. The gods are within, I say, whether one has named his own or not. You have followed Mielikki all your life, Drizzt. You merely never had a name to put on your heart." | god heart mielikki montolio sojourn | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 40d3ff6 | DEAFNESS DOESN'T PREVENT COMPOSERS HEARING THE MUSIC. IT PREVENTS THEM HEARING THE DISTRACTIONS. | humor music | Terry Pratchett | |
| 75190a5 | Well, the news has got around. The Duchess of Keepsake has invited us to a ball, Sir Henry and Lady Withering have invited us to a ball, and Lord and Lady Hangfinger have invited us to... yes, a ball." "Well, that's a lot of..." "Don't you dare, Sam." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6afef93 | You did what you were told or you didn't get paid, and if things went wrong it wasn't your problem. It was the fault of whatever idiot has accepted this message for sending in the first place. No one cared about you, and everyone at headquarters was an idiot. It wasn't your fault, no one listened to you. Headquarters had even started an Employee of the Month scheme to show how much they cared. That was how much they didn't care. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 8fe11e5 | You can't second-guess ineffability, I always say. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a5f14d2 | But I don't in reincarnation!" he protested. SQUEAK. And this, Mr Pounder understood with absolute rodent clarity, meant: reincarnation believes in ." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 259983a | Vimes's lack of interest in other people's children was limitless. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 01dffc6 | I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN. | reality time | Terry Pratchett | |
| 513f023 | The reaper does not listen to the harvest. | harvest reaper | Terry Pratchett | |
| 14d1a6e | Any sensible ruler would have killed off Leonard, and Lord Vetinari was extremely sensible and often wondered why he had not done so. He'd decided that it was because, imprisoned in the priceless, inquiring amber of Leonard's massive mind, underneath that bright investigative genius was a kind of willful innocence that might in lesser men be called stupidity. It was the seat and soul of that force which, down the millennia, had caused manki.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ca8bf8c | The Yen Buddhists are the richest religious sect in the universe. They hold that the accumulation of money is a great evil and a burden to the soul. They therefore, regardless of personal hazard, see it as their unpleasant duty to acquire as much as possible in order to reduce the risk to innocent people. | money religion | Terry Pratchett | |
| 04de9a2 | The trouble with witches is that they'll never run away from things they really hate. And the trouble with small furry animals in a corner is that, just occasionally, one of them's a mongoose. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 9bce81f | Well done,' said a voice somewhere behind him. 'Consciousness to sarcasm in five seconds! | pratchett | Terry Pratchett | |
| 3b12dc5 | After a while the Senior Wrangler said, "Do you know, I read the other day that every atom in your body is changed every seven years? New ones keep getting attached and old ones keep on dropping off. It goes on all the time. Marvelous, really." The Senior Wrangler could do to a conversation what it takes quite thick treacle to do to the pedals of a precision watch. "Yes? What happens to the old ones?" said Ridcully, interested despite hims.. | hygiene wizards | Terry Pratchett | |
| 1c5d90b | No clowns were funny. That was the whole purpose of a clown. People laughed at clowns, but only out of nervousness. The point of clowns was that, after watching them, anything else that happened seemed enjoyable. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 31e82b1 | She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers; she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancient spirits whence he had taken her. That was the place of her heart, and if he loved her, he must let her go. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 6569596 | We're none of us quite so sure of our place in the world that we can't be rocked off our feet by bad times. It's the getting back up again that counts. Not that you fall, but getting back up again counts for more in the long run. | Mercedes Lackey | ||
| acbf9df | I'm not out to disturb anybody's faith. I happen to be happy and comfortable with a belief system that has a dual deity and operates on a lunar schedule. It suits my needs. If you happen to be happy and comfortable with a belief system that features a single masculine deity and operates on a solar schedule, fine. I don't give a fat damn. What matters is what you do, not who's name you do it in. | religion tolerance | Mercedes Lackey | |
| 1411012 | Tulips, I thought, staring at the jumble of letters before me. Had the ancient Greeks known them under a different name, if they'd had tulips at all? The letter psi, in Greek, is shaped like a tulip. All of a sudden, in the dense alphabet forest of the page, little black tulips began to pop up in a quick, random pattern like falling raindrops. | Donna Tartt | ||
| ec6de6b | Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend. | post-apocalyptic richard-matheson sci-fi sf-masterworks | Richard Matheson | |
| e9e7393 | But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 33be467 | When you're in an extreme situation you tend to avoid facing it by getting caught up in little details. Like a guy who's decided to commit suicide and boards a train only to become obsessed with whether he remembered to lock the door when he left home. | japanese japanese-literature suicide | Ryū Murakami |