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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 072a2f3 | beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 89ebb5b | It would require a singularly stupid man to go hang around in narrow tunnels and cramped spaces alongside a threat like that. "And I, Harry Dresden, am that man," I stated." | laugh-at-yourself | Jim Butcher | |
| d085f93 | He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls. | mad dark teen monstrous tana sci-fi gavriel paranormal paranormal-romance tana-bach the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown insane ya | Holly Black | |
| 4b03631 | She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't. | Holly Black | ||
| de525f0 | Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them. | Holly Black | ||
| 20071e3 | It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall." | Holly Black | ||
| fe72bd7 | I want to tell you so many lies | Holly Black | ||
| 333e952 | Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke. | Holly Black | ||
| 0a89ce5 | How will I know when I've learned it, since I don't know it now?" he asks. The question sounds like a riddle. "Come back when returning feels like a hard choice instead of an easy one," I answer finally." | Holly Black | ||
| 5e98a1e | Crazy isn't always what they say it is. It's not always the old woman wearing sneakers and a skirt and a scarf, wandering around with a shopping cart, hollering at no one, nothing, tumbling through years in her head. No. Sometimes it is a girl wearing boots and jeans and a sweater, arms crossed in front of her, shivering, wandering through the streets at night, all night, murmuring to no one, nothing, tumbling through the strange unreal dim.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 2a50cd5 | Shigure: "What's in the camera? Huh? Huh? What is it?" Hatori: "Quiet, you hack." -- | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| a7a85e5 | No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 7f6e76d | The bodies went back in the doors and bars and the heads in the windows. The cops drove away and Freddy and the guys went back into the Greeks and the street was quiet, just the sound of a tug and an occasional car; and even the blood couldn't be seen from a few feet away. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 17ebded | Because we don't know, do we? Everyone knows... How what happens the way it does? What underlies the anarchy of the train of events, the uncertainties, the mishaps, the disunity, the shocking irregularities that define human affairs? Nobody knows. 'Everyone knows' is the invocation of the cliche and the beginning of the banalization of experience, and it's the solemnity and the sense of authority that people have in voicing the cliche that'.. | Philip Roth | ||
| 4f947b9 | The strangest thing about strange things is that they're only strange when you hear about them or think about them later, but never when you're living them. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 3cc6476 | The universe is mad, slightly mad. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 5c4d43b | The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| d6670f5 | Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 122296f | That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate on life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind. | mitch albom | ||
| 8a6893a | Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 0aa81d0 | But you cannot change your past, no matter how you craft your future. | Mitch Albom | ||
| cb417d0 | Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing. | Mitch Albom | ||
| b1c4f72 | There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not. | Mitch Albom | ||
| e2dbe69 | You ugly rat-faced birds. You call yourself a bird? You call yourself an owl? You ain't no decent kind of fowl! They call you Jatt? They call you Jutt? I'm gonna toss you in a rut! Then I'm gonna punch you in the gut! Then your gonna wind up on your butt! Think you're all gizzard! I seen better lizards. One-Two-Three-Four, You're goin' down, won't ask for more. Five-Six-Seven-Eight, You ain't better than fish bait... Nine-Ten-.. | Kathryn Lasky | ||
| 955d65f | Well, I hate to admit it, but it is possible that there is (one) such a thing as telepathy and (two) that the CETI project's idea that we might communicate with extraterrestrial beings via telepathy is possibly a reasonable idea--if telepathy exists and if ETIs exist. Otherwise we are trying to communicate with someone who doesn't exist with a system which doesn't work. | telepathy science-fiction | Philip K. Dick | |
| 2a5faab | But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. | bohemian bohemianism artistic artist | Philip K. Dick | |
| 9325583 | Too bad. And Mozart, not long after writing The Magic Flute, had died--in his thirties--of kidney disease. And had been buried in an unmarked pauper's grave. Thinking this, he wondered if Mozart had any intuition that the future did not exist, that he had already used up his little time. Maybe I have too, Rick thought as he watched the rehearsal move along. This rehearsal will end, the performance will end, the singers will die, eventually .. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 25857ea | I think Dr. Willis McNelly at the California State University at Fullerton put it best when he said that the true protagonist of an sf story or novel is an idea and not a person. If it is *good* sf the idea is new, it is stimulating, and, probably most important of all, it sets off a chain-reaction of ramification-ideas in the mind of the reader; it so-to-speak unlocks the reader's mind so that the mind, like the author's, begins to create... | Philip K. Dick | ||
| dfe757e | But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 4caf574 | hl ykml lrjl l bl`shq ? | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 287b03e | We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle. | georgia missionaries | Barbara Kingsolver | |
| 9e23faa | What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger. They had stood that way for a long time in front of the fire, its burning tossing ruddy chunks of light, the shadow of their bodies a single column against the rock. The minutes ticked by from the round.. | Annie Proulx | ||
| b811064 | Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again. | Jacqueline Winspear | ||
| bf51165 | Morphine hits the backs of the legs first, then the back of the neck, a spreading wave of relaxation slackening the muscles away from the bones so that you seem to float without outlines, like lying in warm salt water. As this relaxing wave spread through my tissues, I experienced a strong feeling of fear. I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| f2cc49b | The 'Other Half' is the word. The 'Other Half' is an organism. Word is an organism. The presence of the 'Other Half' is a separate organism attached to your nervous system on an air line of words can now be demonstrated experimentally. One of the most common 'hallucinations' of subject during sense withdrawal is the feeling of another body sprawled through the subject's body at an angle...yes quite an angle it is the 'Other Half' worked qui.. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 9be5bb6 | While in general I avoid the use of torture - torture locates the opponent and mobilizes resistance - the threat of torture is useful to induce in the subject the appropriate feeling of helplessness and gratitude to the interrogator for withholding it. And torture can be employed to advantage as a penalty when the subject is far enough along with the treatment to accept punishment as deserved. To this end I devised several forms of discipli.. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| b1a0d6d | An ignorant person is inclined to blame others for his own misfortune. To blame oneself is proof of progress. But the wise man never has to blame another or himself. | philosophy stoic | Epictetus | |
| 95e8139 | Sometimes something catastrophic can occur in a split second that changes a person's life forever; other times one minor incident can lead to another and then another and another, eventually setting off just as big a change in a body's life. | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 98fc973 | It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty. | inspirational meaningful symbolic | Jeannette Walls | |
| 37f5d3c | Mom told us we would have to go shoplifting. Isn't that a sin?" I asked Mom. Not exactly," Mom said. "God doesn't mind you bending the rules a little if you have a good reason. It's sort of like justifiable homicide. This is justifiable pilfering." | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 20b164f | You know when I told you the joke about how a friend will help you move, but a real friend will help you move a body? I was only kidding. | brad-thor scot-harvath fiction thriller | Brad Thor | |
| 87023c3 | Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective. | Joseph Heller | ||
| 5591aa3 | Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. Th.. | Joseph Heller | ||
| e592989 | The worst crime committed by totalitarian mind-sets is that they force their citizens, including their victims, to become complicit in their crimes. Dancing with your jailer, participating in your own execution, that is an act of utmost brutality. | Azar Nafisi |