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e893dd1 Muses had a way of killing those whom they inspired. Katherine Neville
4f68290 With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before. sex romance fever sexy pleasure Anaïs Nin
a939c86 Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them. romance skin eyes pleasure Anaïs Nin
48976af Our last impression of her as she turned the corner was that smile, flung backward like a handful of flowers. Wallace Stegner
53be3ef It is love and friendship, the sanctity and celebration of our relationships, that not only support a good life, but create one. Through friendships, we spark and inspire one another's ambitions. Wallace Stegner
73c5358 You is getting nosier than a parker. humor Roald Dahl
3379112 The little pig began to pray But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham! Oh what a lucky wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last." Roald Dahl
bf7bfee Rainbow drops - suck them and you can spit in six different colours. wonka-inventions Roald Dahl
9b44073 Personally I regard idling as a virtue, but civilized society holds otherwise. J. Maarten Troost
03e086a Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings. J. Maarten Troost
c9d0d62 The sky is so close to the sea that it is difficult to tell which is reflected in the other, which one needs the other, which one is dominating the other. Elie Wiesel
2f0cbba They wouldn't be so cocky if they knew what me and the have going. Ken Kesey
9112c57 So gorgeous was the spectacle on the May morning of 1910 when nine kings rode in the funeral of Edward VII of England that the crowd, waiting in hushed and black-clad awe, could not keep back gasps of admiration. In scarlet and blue and green and purple, three by three the sovereigns rode through the palace gates, with plumed helmets, gold braid, crimson sashes, and jeweled orders flashing in the sun. After them came five heirs apparent, fo.. Barbara W. Tuchman
feb5e13 Toi ne s'zhaliavashe, che ne post'pi v kolezh. Kolezh't e za khora, koito ne znaiat, che sa umni. Richard Bachman
40d4219 McVries opened his eyes and smiled again. The next instant He was gone. Richard Bachman
af63ff5 You were starting to sound a little like a Stephen King novel for a while there, Richard Bachman
819ae11 Es gibt einen Ort in uns, wo es praktisch die ganze Zeit regnet, die Schatten immer lang und der Wald voller Ungeheuer ist. richard-bachmann stephen-king Richard Bachman
e0e727c Getting old is like driving through snow that just gets deeper and deeper. When you finally get in over your hubcaps, you just spin and spin. That's life. There are no plows to come and dig you out. Your ship isn't going to come in, girl. There are no boats for nobody. You're never going to win a contest. There's no camera following you and people watching you struggle. This is it. All of it. Everything. Richard Bachman
c7d98e2 Sometimes the gods give you a break. Richard Bachman Stephen King
44abb10 God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis. Sylvia Plath
1fc324c Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in. Sylvia Plath
9b6553b If she'd been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem. humor john-updike comic John Updike
81fd9a6 hate suits him better than forgiveness. Immersed in hate, he doesn't have to do anything; he can be paralyzed, and the rigidty of hatred makes a kind of shelter for him. John Updike
e85e877 Over time, I have come to see the work of literature less as narrating the world than "seeing the world with words." From the moment he begins to use words like colors in a painting, a writer can begin to see how wondrous and surprising the world is, and he breaks the bones of language to find his own voice. For this he needs paper, a pen, and the optimism of a child looking at the world for the first time. " Orhan Pamuk
3bd0214 Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that the next day would be better, my recollections a little less pointed, but I would awake to the same pain, as if a black lamp were burning eternally inside me, radiating darkness. pain memories depression Orhan Pamuk
0ccbb09 Most of the time it's not the Europeans who belittle us. What happens when we look at them is that we belittle ourselves. When we undertake the pilgrimage, it's not just to escape the tyranny at home but also to reach to the depths of our souls. The day arrives when the guilty must return to save those who could not find the courage to leave. identity religion immigration Orhan Pamuk
899af43 Of my conception I know only what you know of yours. It occurred in darkness and I was unconsenting... By some bleak alchemy what had been mere unbeing becomes death when life is mingled with it. death life conception Marilynne Robinson
c254540 When you encounter another person, when you have dealings with anyone at all, it is as if a question is being put to you. So you must think, What is the Lord asking of me in this moment, in this situation? If you confront insult or antagonism, your first impulse will be to respond in kind. But if you think, as it were, This is an emissary sent from the Lord, and some benefit is intended for me, first of all the occasion to demonstrate my fa.. marilynne-robinson grace Marilynne Robinson
f18fceb Yeah, well, I'll be glad to birth it if it means I can name him something normal. (Zarek) Yeah, yeah. This from a man who whines like a two-year-old when he stubs his toe. I'd like to see you survive ten hours of childbirth. (Astrid) Sherrilyn Kenyon
76717a6 To the world's most perfect woman.' It was lucky my father was not present. Perfect is an absolute that cannot be modified, like unique or pregnant. My love for Rosie was so powerful that it had caused my brain to make a grammatical error. Graeme Simsion
7e3d398 It's a road," Corey said, pointing. "A dirt road," Hayley muttered. "So? We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?" Kelley Armstrong
362cc27 I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods. paranormal-romance supernatural Kelley Armstrong
6ba1d99 How can it be?" she wondered. "I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns (...) But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else -- what do they look to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?" Peter S. Beagle
7e19de2 and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact. Peter S. Beagle
438a9d2 You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading 'em right. But you know your life doesn't depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore. rage life Jim Thompson
9954640 I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more. thompson suspense Jim Thompson
727473f I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place Stephenie Meyer
8d91706 I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I'd smelled in eighty years. romance edward-cullen-quote edward-cullen twilight-saga midnight-sun twilight vampire Stephenie Meyer
53ece67 I had no right to want you -- but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what's become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire." (Edward Cullen, Eclipse)~Stephenie Meyer" love sparkly Stephenie Meyer
b68597e Real. Does that make me imaginary? Stephenie Meyer
90aa964 Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise? kissing Stephenie Meyer
f248d51 When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self. Sue Monk Kidd
b4a9517 Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through. Sue Monk Kidd
4021ab2 People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's hard. If God said in plain language, "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin." Sue Monk Kidd