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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 75e3961 | What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest. | kim los-angeles vest youth | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| b270614 | There's a moment of sheer terror when I discover Paul's apartment overlooks the park | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 98da3af | Did I ever tell you that I want to wear a big yellow smiley-face mask and then put on the CD version of Bobby McFerrin's 'Don't Worry, Be Happy' and then take a girl and a dog--a collie, a chow, a sharpei, it doesn't really matter--and then hook up this transfusion pump, this IV set, and switch their blood, you know, pump the dog's blood into the hardbody and vice versa, did I ever tell you this? | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| fae0d9a | Just read this fabulous screenplay. A remake of Camus's The Stranger with Meursault as a bi break-dancing punk rocker. Randy showed it to me. I loved it. Randy thinks "basically unfilmable" and that filming an orange rolling around a parking lot for three hours would draw a bigger audience." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| d01a583 | Her need is so immense that you become surrounded by it; this need is so enormous that you realize you can actually control it, and I know this because I've done it before. | manipulation | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| 3db4c60 | No I'm not," I whisper to myself. "I'm a fucking evil psychopath." | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 03cdd48 | I have no patience for revelations, for new beginnings, for events that take place beyond the realm of my immediate vision. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 62678f6 | Before I leave, the Eurotrash girl tells me she likes my gazelleskin wallet. I tell her I would like to tit-fuck her and then maybe cut her arms off, but the music, George Michael singing "Faith," is too loud and she can't hear me. Back upstairs I find Patricia where I left her," | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 747c0aa | suddenly I'm seized by a minor anxiety attack. There are too many fucking movies to choose from. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 7a81914 | He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all. | glamour nihilism | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| c425701 | her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 5e9e7cc | As a writer you slant all evidence in favor of the conclusions you want to produce and you rarely tilt in favor of the truth. ...This is what a writer does: his life is a maelstrom of lying. Embellishment is his focal point. This is what we do to please others. This is what we do in order to flee ourselves. A writer's physical life is basically one of stasis, and to combat this constraint, an opposite world and another self have to be const.. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 5af03a1 | Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it's more forceful than that. | lost | Bret Easton Ellis | |
| a848e41 | For every reader who dies today, a viewer is born, and we seem to be witnessing . . . the final tipping balance. | Jonathan Franzen | ||
| 40ac2d8 | A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul. | Thomas Moore | ||
| bf23087 | Truly, nothing in the world has so occupied my thoughts as this I, this riddle, the fact I am alive, that I am separated and isolated from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And about nothing in the world do I know less about than me, about Siddhartha! | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 0faf181 | That is why we were drawn to one another and why we are brother and sister. I am going to teach you to dance and play and smile, and still not be happy. And you are going to teach me to think and to know and yet not be happy. Do you know that we are both children of the Devil? | Hermann Hesse | ||
| bf55c20 | When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| e62ee1c | Art was a union of the father and mother worlds, of mind and blood. It might start in utter sensuality and lead to total abstraction; then again it might originate in pure concept and end in bleeding flesh. Any work of art that was truly sublime, not just a good juggler's trick; that was filled with the eternal secret, like the master's madonna; every obviously genuine work of art had this dangerous, smiling double face, was male-female, a .. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 22661db | Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow. | Hermann Hesse | ||
| 0bd8ff6 | No permanence is ours; we are a wave That flows to fit whatever form it finds: Through night or day, cathedral or the cave We pass forever, craving form that binds. | transience | Hermann Hesse | |
| 42cea85 | We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But the ears can't choose where to listen. | choice ears eyes | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| e89d4c9 | To exchange all the goodness and grace of every life in Omelas for that single, small improvement: to throw away the happiness of thousands for the chance of the happiness of one: that would be to let guilt within the walls indeed. | guilt | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| f362f53 | We have inhabited both the actual and the imaginary realms for a long time. But we don't live in either place the way our parents or ancestors did. Enchantment alters with age, and with the age. We know a dozen Arthurs now, all of them true. The Shire changed irrevocably even in Bilbo's lifetime. Don Quixote went riding out to Argentina and met Jorge Luis Borges there. Plus c'est la meme chose, plus ca change. | fiction imagination | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 7b49987 | There is no kingdom like the forests. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 46b05bf | There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus. | living nature | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 50f4c5c | Saying that, he was suddenly himself again, despite his lunatic hair and eyes: a man whose personal dignity went so deep as to be nearly invisible... It was more than diginity. Integrity? Wholeness? Like a block of wood not carved. The infinite possibility, the unlimited and unqualified wholeness of being of the uncommitted, the nonacting, the uncarved: the being who, being nothing but himself, is everything. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 413193b | His pupils flared. "Is there a reason you do that, Princess?" "Is there any reason not to?" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 906c2df | I think you will leave a lasting imprint on Ansel's heart. You spared her life, and returned her father's sword. And maybe when she makes her next move to reclaim her title, she will remember the assassin from the North and the kindness you showed her, and try to leave fewer bodies in her wake. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 26e8e70 | Mother hold you. May you pass through the gates; may you smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. May you enter enternity. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ffc5060 | What are you planning?" "Something very stupid, I think." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0150f36 | We'll find that place, then," he said quietly. "What?" Her brows narrowed. "I'll go with you." And though he hadn't asked, they both knew those words held a question. He tried not to think of what she'd said last night--of the shame she'd felt holding him when he was a son of Adarlan and she was a daughter of Terrasen. "What about being Captain of the Guard?" "Perhaps my duties aren't what I expected them to be." The king kept things from h.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cec196e | Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 628034e | Chaol took one step toward her, though. One step, then he said, "I love you." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 35df28e | You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You're worth it." He'd known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild." -- | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e5d4d03 | Sam glanced at her, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes. Celaena smiled at him, and the world, for one flickering heartbeat, felt right. | love sam-cortland the-assassin-and-the-empire | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 30d2f69 | Magic makes people dangerous. | book-4 fantasy magic queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c361795 | This will be the great war of our time," Kashin said quietly. "When we are dead, when even our grandchildren's grandchildren are dead, they will still be talking about this war. They will whisper of it around fires, sing of it in the great halls. Who lived and died, who fought and who cowered." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9b95031 | Aelin did not expect them to come for her. She, who had come for them, who had found them all. She had arranged for everything to fall into place when she yielded her life. When she gave up a thousand years to save them. And Rowan knew she believed they'd make the right choice, the wise choice, and remain here. Lead their armies to victory--the armies she'd secured for them, guessing that she wouldn't be there to see it through. She did not.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0a840a6 | But I lived in that moment - my life became beautiful again for those few seconds when our hands grazed. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8a5bb80 | You gave up on me," I said a bit more loudly. "You were my friend. And you picked him--picked obeying him, even when you saw what his orders and his rules did to me. Even when you saw me wasting away day by day." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1d5ad6f | I have no interest in prisioners or battling today," Manon said. The Queen of Terrasen gave her a grin. "Good." Manon turned away, barking at her Thirteen to get to their mounts. "I suppose," the queen went on, "that makes you smarter than Baba Yellowlegs." Manon stopped, staring straight ahead and seeing nothing of the grass or sky or tress. Asterin whirled. "What do you know of Baba Yellowlegs?" The queen gave a low chuckle, despite the w.. | manon witch-killer | Sarah J. Maas | |
| fb1116a | Having Aelin help him the first time had been awkward enough that he couldn't even go until she started singing a bawdy tune at the top of her lungs and turned on the sink faucet, all the while helping him stand over the toilet. | aelin-ashryver-galathynius family the-ashryver-cousins two-side-of-the-same-coin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1e8e5ea | No matter what I do, I really do love you Celaena." The word hit her like a stone to the head. He'd never said that word to her before. Ever. A long silence fell between them. Arobynn's neck shifted as he swallowed. "I do the things that I do because I'm sacred ... and because I don't know how to express what I feel." He said it so quietly that she barely heard it. "I did all of those things because I was angry with you for picking Sam." Ar.. | Sarah J. Maas |