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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2647776 | Mildred waves Carlos over. 'Let me look at you.' She eyes him up and down. 'I saw you when you walked in. What's with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.' 'I suspect I am a hooligan,' he says to her. 'Whatever that means. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 5845d02 | Listen, I didn't ask for a face and body girls find attractive. But thanks to the mixture of my parents' DNA, I've got them, and I'm not ashamed to use 'em. Having a face Adonis would admire is one of the few advantages I've been given in life, and I use it to it's full potential whether it's for good or evil. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| ee0004b | Stop thinking about Michael," Tuck orders. "He was cute." "So is a hairy ferret but I wouldn't want to date one. [...]" | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 2788159 | Before i was jumped in i remember Lucky telling us how being in a gang was like having a second family... a family who would be there when your own family wasn't. They would offer protection and security. It sounded perfect to a kid who'd lost his father. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 7ee6f3f | Iff replied that the Plentimaw Fishes were what he called 'hunger artists' -- 'Because when they are hungry they swallow stories through every mouth, and in their innards miracles occur; a little bit of one story joins on to an idea from another, and hey presto, when they spew the stories out they are not the old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing, Thieflet; no story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old -- it is the.. | surrealism | Salman Rushdie | |
| adceb3e | If love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| e0bf215 | Captain Ahab drowned, he reminded himself; it was the trimmer, Ishmael, who survived. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| d78da70 | This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens towards permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses. | lovers romance strength love love-that-lasts philosophy-of-love finding-strength-in-love weakness human-nature | Salman Rushdie | |
| 5080a03 | He remembered the old Chinese proverb, sometimes ascribed to Confucius: If you sit by the river for long enough, the body of your enemy will float by. | life | Salman Rushdie | |
| 0455171 | All liberty required was that the space for discourse itself be protected. Liberty lay in the argument itself, not the resolution of that argument, in the ability to quarrel, even with the most cherished beliefs of others; a free society was not placid but turbulent. The bazaar of conflicting was the place where freedom rang. | liberty | Salman Rushdie | |
| 2b35810 | I have been a swallower of lives; and to know me, just the one of me, you'll have to swallow the lot as well. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 70b81aa | When we stop believing in gods we can start believing in their stories, I retort. There are of course no such things as miracles, but if there were and so tomorrow we woke up to find no more believers on earth, no more devout Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Jews, why then, sure the beauty of the stories would be a thing we could focus on because they wouldn't be dangerous any more, they would become capable of compelling the only belief that l.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| ba306e8 | Believe in your own eyes and you'll get into a lot of trouble, hot water, a mess. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| dc3bd7a | All names mean something. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 0c77f63 | Once upon a time there was a mother who, in order to become a mother, had agreed to change her name; who set herself the task of falling in love with her husband bit-by-bit, but who could n ever manage to love one part, the part, curiously enough, which made possible her motherhood; whose feet were hobbled by verrucas and whose shoulders were stooped beneath the accumulating guilts of the world; whose husband's unlovable organ failed to rec.. | motherhood love | Salman Rushdie | |
| 4405039 | Do not start me on | writing the-davinci-code novels literary-criticism | Salman Rushdie | |
| 3ca36fe | I have been only the humblest jugglers-with-facts; and that, in a country where the truth is what it is instructed to be, reality quite literally ceases to exist, so that everything becomes possible except what we are told is the case; and maybe this was the difference between my Indian childhood and Pakistani adolescence--that in the first I was beset by an infinity of alternative realities, while in the second I was adrift, disoriented, a.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| c92c87b | The fact of being alive compensated for what life did to one. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 376061b | A little bird whispers in my ear: "Be fair! Nobody, no country, has a monopoly of untruth." -- | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b150008 | At the beginning of all love there is a private treaty each of the lovers make with himself or herself, an agreement to set aside what is wrong with the other for the sake of what is right. Love is spring after winter. It comes to heal life's wounds, inflicted by the unloving cold. When that warmth is born in the heart the imperfections of the beloved are as nothing, less than nothing, and the secret treaty with oneself is easy to sign. The.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| a23f41a | What had been (at the beginning) no bigger than a full stop had expanded into a comma, a word, a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter; now it was bursting into more complex developments, becoming, one might say, a book - perhaps an encylopaedia - even a whole language... | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b5ffd2a | Straight answers were beyond the powers of Rashid Khalifa, who would never take a short cut if there was a longer, twistier road available. | shortcuts | Salman Rushdie | |
| 4826ac5 | I always thought storytelling was like juggling [...] You keep a lot of different tales in the air, and juggle them up and down, and if you're good you don't drop any. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| d09ff33 | Without water we are nothing", the traveler thought. "Even an emperor, denied water, would swiftly turn to dust. Water is the real monarch and we are all its slaves." | Salman Rushdie | ||
| f713502 | Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my son, and his son who will not be his, and his who will not be his, until the thousand and first generation, until a thousand and one midnights have bestowed their terrible gifts and a thousand and one children have died, beca.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| ff57aa2 | Don't you know girls have to fool people every day of their lives if they want to get anywhere? | trickery | Salman Rushdie | |
| cfc456b | Once you have been in an earthquake you know, even if you survive without a scratch, that like a stroke in the heart, it remains in the earth's breast, horribly potential, always promising to return, to hit you again, with an even more devastating force. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 45a38fb | We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| d25edaa | To be a warrior a man has to be, first of all, and rightfully so, keenly aware of his own death. But to be concerned with death would force any one of us to focus on the self and that would be debilitating. So the next thing one needs to be a warrior is detachment. The idea of imminent death, instead of becoming an obsession, becomes an indifference. Now you must detach yourself; detach yourself from everything. Only the idea of death makes.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| 195a562 | Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he." | William Shakespeare | ||
| a7da82c | Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. | trust | William Shakespeare | |
| 1d2061b | Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. | shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| 337e4d3 | But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. | Shakespeare William | ||
| aa1ddac | And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5e40c9e | I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1342cd2 | Luke, holding stormtrooper helmet.] Alas, poor stormtrooper, I knew ye not,/ yet have I taken both uniform and life/ From thee. What manner of a man wert thou?/ A man of inf'nite jest or cruelty?/ A man with helpmate and with children too?/ A man who hath his Empire serv'd with pride?/ A man, perhaps, who wish'd for perfect peace?/ What'er thou wert, goodman, thy pardon grant/ Unto the one who took thy place: e'en me. | Ian Doescher | ||
| caf30d9 | Fair is foul, and foul is fair. | William Shakespeare | ||
| d70995c | Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 90ed69d | That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1c14d13 | It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't. | quip | William Shakespeare | |
| 9d41e2f | These times of woe afford no time to woo. | to-remember sad | William Shakespeare | |
| 4bde8b2 | How is it that the clouds still hang on you? | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4d71102 | Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1f26947 | I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave. | William Shakespeare |