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ad66889 In a deep sexy voice, she said Windows don't turn me on. I raised an eyebrow at her, Mac user? Diane Mott Davidson
22fc758 They were kissing again, carefully at first, learning the shape and texture of each other's lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them. It's too fast, said a panicky voice in his mind. And too dangerous. He'll drink your juices, taste your brain, crack your soul open like an egg! Hell, I think I want him to do all that. Poppy Z. Brite
4ab558f All at once it hit him: this was power too, just as surely as smashing your fist into someone's face, just as surely as putting a hammer through someone's skull. The power to make another person crazy with pleasure instead of fear and pain, to have every cell in another person's body at your thrall. Poppy Z. Brite
6067a83 The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself. Patricia Highsmith
b9ceb15 What a strange girl you are. love the-price-of-salt Patricia Highsmith
9859dfc Once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid. My blood pounded in my chest and I knew my heart's strength would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name. Anne Michaels
7a30c3c However in the world did her skin come green?" Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to slap her to make her breath again." Gregory Maguire
e094917 I hate to be obvious," added the Scarecrow, "but you'd have saved yourself a heap of trouble if you weren't too cheap to invest in a leash, Dorothy." Gregory Maguire
34250b7 If I ever fall in love again, I would like it if it were a slightly cold guy. Someone who won't constantly mind about my childish needs but who, the day after the quarrel, for example would offer me a flower accompanied by a sweet note That's kind of guy I need. Ai Yazawa
71992a1 Just don't keep me in the dark about things. Otherwise, why am I with you? Ai Yazawa
d2c88a0 The primary subject of fiction is and has always been human emotion, values, and beliefs. John Champlin Gardner Jr.
362b88a Individual cultures and ideologies have their appropriate uses but none of them erase or replace the universal experiences, like love and weeping and laughter, common to all human beings. angel-art anti-racism antiracism appropriate-application coexistence common-ground cultural-boundaries cultural-demographics cultural-differences cultural-heritage cultural-literacy cultural-relativism demographics diversity ending-violent-jihad ending-war faith-in-humanity faith-in-love human-beings human-condition humanity ideologies ideology ideology-religion-war-compromise interfaith-dialogue joy joy-of-life laughter love-for-humanity multiculturalism multiculturalismo nonviolent-conflict-resolution peacism philosophy-for-millennials race-relations racial-division racial-identity social-philosophy sociological-imagination spiritual-philosophy universal universal-love universal-truths universality waging-peace weeping Aberjhani
e33155e I need anything, anything that will stop me from living in the kind of death the bourgeois eat, the death called comfort. bourgeoisie comfort escape-velocity fear materialism meaning mediocrity rebellion safety Kathy Acker
04d6248 But : We're still human. Human because we keep on battling against all these horrors, the horrors caused and not caused by us. We battle not in order to stay alive, that would be too materalistic, for we are body and spirit, but in order to love each other. Kathy Acker
597f8b7 Another reason Hawthorne set his story in the past (in lies) was 'cause he couldn't say directly all the wild things he wanted to say. He was living in a society to which ideas and writing still mattered. In 'The Custom House', the introduction to The Scarlet Letter, Hawthorne makes sure he tells us the story of The Scarlet Letter occurred long ago and has nothing to do with anyone who's now living. After all, Hawthorne had to protect himse.. Kathy Acker
f6c663d Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both. dream lack murder Kathy Acker
4f97141 It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together. eurydice love lovers Kathy Acker
c9098ce En Ma Fin Est Ma Commencement - In my end is my beginning. Philippa Gregory
2909711 And if I didn't, I'd spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I'd had the guts to try. Catherine Gilbert Murdock
d279c27 Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister. mary to Philippa Gregory
598a3a2 When people asked him why he didn't work with those viruses, he replied, I don't particularly feel like dying. Richard Preston
351e275 I stand in the center aisle of the auditorium, a wounded zebra in a National Geographic special, looking for someone, anyone to sit next to. A predator approaches: gray jock buzz cut, whistle around a neck thicker than his head. Probably a social studies teacher, hired to coach a blood sport. Laurie Halse Anderson
27aaab4 Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain. green rain spice tuesday Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
3573900 We cannot turn away," Miss Woolf told her, "we must get on with our job and we must bear witness." What did that mean, Ursula wondered. "It means," Miss Woolf said, "that we must remember these people when we are safely in the future." "And if are killed?" "Then others must remember ." Kate Atkinson
ab49b88 Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that? passion John Fowles
f2eadc1 The sky is absolutely empty. Beautifully pure and empty. As if the architects and builders would live in all the houses they built! Or could live in them all. It's obvious, it stares you in the fact. There be a God and he know anything about us. John Fowles
7b36da6 One of the great fallacies of our time is that the Nazis rose to power because they imposed order on chaos. Precisely the opposite is true - they were successful because they imposed chaos on order. They tore up the commandments, they denied the super-ego, what you will. They said, "You may persecute the minority, you may kill, you may torture, you may couple and breed without love." They offered humanity all its great temptations. Nothing .. John Fowles
7e5399f We lay on the ground and kissed. Perhaps you smile. That we only lay on the ground and kissed. You young people can lend your bodies now, play with them, give them as we could not. But remember that you have paid a price: that of a world rich in mystery and delicate emotion. It is not only species of animal that die out. But whole species of feeling. And if you are wise you will never pity the past for what it did not know. But pity yoursel.. John Fowles
0ae1167 What happens to me if this slipper fits?" "I turn you into a handsome frog." Judith McNaught
c8e6907 Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn. "I despise hypocrisy, particularly when it is coated with holiness." "May I ask for a specific example?" "Fat priests," Royce replied, "with fat purses, who lecture staving peasants on the dangers of gluttony and the merits of poverty." hypocrisy poverty Judith McNaught
5442497 Some of the most unkind,judgmental people I've ever known go to church every Sunday and read the Bible. I don't know how some people are able to disassociate their own cruelty and shortcomings from their religious obligations and convictions, but many are able to do that. inspirational love-and-glory respecting-others Judith McNaught
36c14dc My darling Julie, I know you'll never see this letter, but it helps to write to you every day. It keeps you close to me. G-d, I miss you so. You haunt every hour of my life. I wish I'd never met you. No-I don't mean that! What good would my life be without my memories of you to make me smile. I keep wondering if you're happy. I want you to be. I want you to have a glorious life. That's why I couldn't say the things I knew you wanted to hea.. judith-mcnaught julie-mathison zachary-benedict Judith McNaught
d3e2997 Fuck was the best word. The most dangerous word. You couldn't whisper it. Fuck was always too loud, too late to stop it, it burst in the air above you and fell slowly right over your head. There was total silence, nothing but Fuck floating down. For a few seconds you were dead, waiting for Henno to look up and see Fuck landing on top of you. They were thrilling seconds-when he didn't look up. It was a word you couldn't say anywhere. It woul.. Roddy Doyle
6cfa328 Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice. justice law Henry David Thoreau
4dce79a Must the citizen ever for a moment, or in the least degree, resigns his conscience to the legislator? Why has every man a conscience then? I think that we should be men first, and subjects afterward. laws Henry David Thoreau
eb67fe8 It is remarkable how long men will believe in the bottomlessness of a pond without taking the trouble to sound it. Henry David Thoreau
6c101ca Have some nice hot chocolate, something to eat, cuddle up under a blanket..." Under any other circumstances, I would have assumed that that last sentence meant, "Cuddle up under blankets, spaced several feet apart, possibly with a lightly chained wolf between you," because that's what parents always mean." Maureen Johnson
b1cd1ae It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke. Maureen Johnson
b1c0ac2 I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford. Maureen Johnson
cd4615b You shouldn't have to settle for rabbits if what you want is deer Daniel Quinn
e138625 The world of the Takers is one vast prison, and except for a handful of Leavers scattered across the world, the entire human race is now inside that prison. Daniel Quinn
9a427c5 No one species shall make the life of the world its own.' ... That's one expression of the law. Here's another: 'The world was not made for any one species. ecology philosophy Daniel Quinn
2dad767 After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds. James Baldwin
ae6d701 We are all alike; we have no ties, we know nobody, we own nothing. When one of us dies, they scarcely know where to bury him. Our landlady and the delicatessen man are our mourners, and we leave nothing behind us but a frock-coat and a fiddle, or an easel, or a typewriter, or whatever took we got our living by. All we have ever managed to do is to pay our rent, that exorbitant rent that one has to pay for a few square feet of space near the.. Willa Cather