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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bd35273 | People are just cannibals unless they leave each other alone. | Doris Lessing | ||
| c7d623e | Rats have a sense of humor. Rats, in fact think the world is very funny. And they are right, dear reader. They are right. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 49e77c9 | It all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart. | Avi | ||
| 63e9674 | Dad: Honey, have you seen my glasses? I can"t find them. Mom: I haven't seen them. Calvin: (with glasses, to Dad) Calvin, go do something you hate! Being miserable builds character!" | Bill Watterson | ||
| fa376b8 | Sleepwalking?" "Nightmare?" "Homicidal psycho jungle cat!" | Bill Watterson | ||
| 7ea754c | Creation unfolds, around us, despite us and through us, at the speed of days and nights, and we like to call it "love" | David Mitchell | ||
| fd0d64f | Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to." | cloud-atlas disgust hate history postmodern postmodernism reflection self-discovery self-disgust | David Mitchell | |
| 1355152 | Reality is the page. Life is the word. | David Mitchell | ||
| 10623f7 | So what are those balloons for? In case you fall off your hoverboard?' -- Tally to Peris | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| b2178be | Find what you want. I will find you. | faith | Lloyd Alexander | |
| 8b4ba2b | Darkness is impossible to remember. Consequently cavers desire to return to those unseen depths where they have just been. It is an addiction. No one is ever satisfied. Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 738b474 | Scientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as "the big bang" - approximately 1.3-2 x 10^10 years ago. *Typo: "destiny" should read "density." | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 218392a | Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 1c64702 | Speaks well of a man to need a little something in this world. I wouldn't trust a man who could git through it cold sober. | Harry Crews | ||
| e42ee9a | John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage. | patriarchy the-yellow-wallpaper | Charlotte Perkins Gilman | |
| 0236deb | Well, I'd say fuck too, if I were me. I'd say it backward and forward and around the block, fuck this and fuck that and fuck it all at once, twice, three times. | fuck let-the-great-world-spin | Colum McCann | |
| 18d1ba7 | You have to remember. . .that for this little boy whom you have met, his life is just as important to him, as your life is to you. No matter how insufficient or how shabby it may seem to some, it is the only one he has. | Jonathan Kozol | ||
| d216ca9 | At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars. | Craig Thompson | ||
| a622dae | I would not question the sincerity of vegetarians who take little interest in Animal Liberation because they give priority to other causes; but when nonvegetarians say that "human problems come first" I cannot help wondering what exactly it is that they are doing for human beings that compels them to continue to support the wasteful, ruthless exploitation of farm animals." | Peter Singer | ||
| a19d465 | The advantage to being a wicked bastard is that everyone pesters the Lord on your behalf; if volume of prayers from my saintly enemies means anything, I'll be saved when the Archbishop of Canterbury is damned. It's a comforting thought. | George MacDonald Fraser | ||
| 4196ee3 | Just doing as well as you did last time is not good enough. | Michael Jackson | ||
| dda9065 | All the great groups that stood about the Cross represent in one way or another the great historical truth of the time; that the world could not save itself. Man could do no more. Rome and Jerusalem and Athens and everything else were going down like a sea turned into a slow cataract. Externally indeed the ancient world was still at its strongest; it is always at that moment that the inmost weakness begins. But in order to understand that w.. | humanity rome | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 995b049 | I shall approach. Before taking off his hat, I shall take off my own. I shall say, "The Marquis de Saint Eustache, I believe." He will say, "The celebrated Mr. Syme, I presume." He will say in the most exquisite French, "How are you?" I shall reply in the most exquisite Cockney, "Oh, just the Syme."' 'Oh shut it...what are you really going to do?' 'But it was a lovely catechism! ...Do let me read it to you. It has only forty-three questions.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| f90eb65 | Evil always wins through the strength of its splendid dupes; and there has in all ages been a disastrous alliance between abnormal innocence and abnormal sin. | innocence useful-idiots | G.K. Chesterton | |
| f7d1ab9 | Everything means something. | his-dark-materials lyra-belaqua lyra-s-oxford lyra-silvertongue | Philip Pullman | |
| 0b6f487 | If there is a war to be fought, we don't consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not to fight. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 7c40a13 | I prefer the term 'sexual deviant' myself," Saiman said." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 5ed3dba | The vampire leaned forward, tapping a scimitar claw. "Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying a moon on his pitchfork?" "No, it's a pie." | ilona-andrews kate lion magic-bleeds pie | Ilona Andrews | |
| 3a6af3a | Why couldn't she have gotten another Edger or some dimwit from the Broken for a passenger? No, she got Lord Leather Pants here. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| e1304da | For a second I thought I might actually be alive," I said, looking at Nick's unshaven face. "Now I know-- I've gone to Hell and you're my nursemaid." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| b0ebe80 | You're right, my problems are the biggest problems ever," George said. "No, honestly, it's horrible to be me. I'm rich, talented, and I make girls cry." "How do you make girls cry, exactly?" George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forward, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, "My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone.. | fate-s-edge funny george ilona-andrews the-edge | Ilona Andrews | |
| 35ac7bb | Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 9f343ea | Someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" Barabas called. The door swung open and Derek stuck his head in. "Hey, do you have any duct tape?" He saw me, stepped back, and closed the door without a word. Well. "Coward," Barabas said, loud enough for Derek to hear." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| dc7f0ec | Torch strode over and stared at the fiver "What's this?" "Some change for you. Buy your flunkies some decent clothes." I dipped my fingers into the jar and smeared think fragrant paste on my face. Torch frowned, mirroring the expression on my aunt's face. "Change?" Oh, for crying out loud. "It's money. We don't use coins as currency now, we use paper money." He stared at me. "I'm insulting you! I'm saying your poor, like a beggar, because y.. | ilona-andrews kate magic-bleeds poor | Ilona Andrews | |
| 0a01202 | THOMASINA: ....the enemy who burned the great library of Alexandria without so much as a fine for all that is overdue. Oh, Septimus! -- can you bear it? All the lost plays of the Athenians! Two hundred at least by Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides -- thousands of poems -- Aristotle's own library!....How can we sleep for grief? SEPTIMUS: By counting our stock. Seven plays from Aeschylus, seven from Sophocles, nineteen from Euripides, my lady! .. | grief-and-loss | Tom Stoppard | |
| 4681cf9 | Lyor Cohen, who I consider my mentor, once told me something that he was told by a rabbi about the eight degrees of giving in Judaism. The seventh degree is giving anonymously, so you don't know who you're giving to, and the person on the receiving end doesn't know who gave. The value of that is that the person receiving doesn't have to feel some kind of obligation to the giver and the person giving isn't doing it with an ulterior motive. I.. | Jay-Z | ||
| d1a77bf | Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you. | Anonymous | ||
| 01418ce | What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? | Anonymous | ||
| 5fb3ee7 | I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. (Song of Solomon 6:3a) | Anonymous | ||
| 5d892b6 | Do you know the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results." "Wrong. That's the definition of determination." -- | Gena Showalter | ||
| 9da3401 | Performing the duty prescribed by (one's own) nature, one incurreth no sin. | krishna | Anonymous | |
| 14d2afe | In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Spanish exile Remedios Varo: in the central painting of a triptych, titled "Bordando el Manto Terrestre," were a number of frail girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair, prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for.. | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 3890be3 | Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion. | Anonymous | ||
| d1cbcae | A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide. | suicide | Bret Easton Ellis |