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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 693628a | POOR ANGUS Oh what do you do, poor Angus, When hunger makes you cry? "I fix myself an omelet, sir, Of fluffy clouds and sky." Oh what do you wear, poor Angus, When winds blow down the hills? "I sew myself a warm cloak, sir, Of hope and daffodils." Oh who do you love, poor Angus, When Catherine's left the moor? "Ah, then, sir, then's the only time I feel I'm really poor." | poem poor | Shel Silverstein | |
| bdd4fd4 | They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 8b4e485 | Tink's a Disney whore' - Jenks | Kim Harrison | ||
| ebfb7e6 | I sighed. "And what am I to you, Al?" "My maid," he said brightly. "Shall we do this?" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 2b1dc8a | I'd never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master. | shop | Kim Harrison | |
| 12ddc6a | Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked.(...) but Kisten beat me to it. "Only my heart, Audric," he said. "Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can't catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 0bf6557 | Jenks, you can fly me up the rest of the way to Trent, and then pow! I give Trent his statue." "Pow, you'll be naked!" Jenks exclaimed. (Rachel and Jenks)" | Kim Harrison | ||
| ac2bf47 | I could sit and watch nature documentaries with Jenks and the kids the rest of the night if I wanted. And trust me, watching a dozen pixies scream as a crocodile chomped on a zebra was something not to be missed. They invariably cheered for the crocodile, not the zebra. | Kim Harrison | ||
| a7cbc1a | You're a Dark-Hunter." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "What I am is a man in love with a woman. I want you, Amanda. For the rest of my blessedly short mortal life. I want to wake at dawn with you in my arms and watch our children play and fight." | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 562bb0c | Vik is our- (Devyn) Man-bitch. (Sway) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| c01fd47 | So what's it to be, Bear?" Dev lifted his leg and gave a sarcastic slap to his thigh. "By golly, I'll take door number two, Bob. You know the one that calls for straight suicide with a side of mutilation and pain? Sign my hairy ass up for that and don't be late." | sarcastic | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| e45073d | The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden. "The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent." | Annette Curtis Klause | ||
| 26ee9a8 | Vivian, I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient I've brought you someone else's." "Rafe you jerk, this is a sheep's heart." | threat | Annette Curtis Klause | |
| d1c3bdf | No, Simi. No food. (Astrid) 'No, Simi. No food.' You sound like akri. 'Don't eat that, Simi, you'll cause an ecological disaster.' What is an ecological disaster, that's what I want to know? Akri says it's me on hunger binge, but I don't think that's quite right, but that's all he'll say about it. (Simi) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| c94a9f3 | Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness. There exists a striking association between creativity and manic depression. Why are more creative people prone to madness? They have more than average amounts of energies and abilities to see things in a fresh and original way--then because they also have depression, I think they're more in touch with human suffering. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 0e68273 | I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly. | tears | Joan Didion | |
| 1279add | The past could be jettisoned . . . but seeds got carried. | history | Joan Didion | |
| b805011 | An unreal world was much bigger than a real world, and there was more than enough room in it to be yourself and not yourself at the same time. | Paul Auster | ||
| a3d67e1 | Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day. | Paul Auster | ||
| b58ac10 | It was never possible for him to be where he was. For as long as he lived, he was somewhere else, between here and there. But never really here. And never really there. | Paul Auster | ||
| fcb5137 | l ywjd m hw 'fZ` mn mwjh@ mt`lqt rjl myt. lh Hy@ wm`n~ bHyth, w`ndm tnthy Hy@ lnsn ttGyr Tby`@ 'shyh ll'bd. | Paul Auster | ||
| 96ebef7 | lns ytmsWkwn bl`tqd b'nh mhm knt l'shy fy lmDy syy'@, fnh 'fDl mn l'shy lan. wm knt `lyh qbl ywmyn hw 'fDl mm knt `lyh Ht~ fy l'ms lqryb. wklm 'wGltu fy lmDy, yuSbH l`lm 'jml wmrGwban 'kthr | Paul Auster | ||
| 3ddb0b1 | I learned that books are never finished, that it is possible for stories to go on writing themselves without an author. | Paul Auster | ||
| d1a9c0e | books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, | William Wordsworth | ||
| 55926aa | Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! | William Golding | ||
| f552917 | The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the bloo.. | William Golding | ||
| f00747e | Are we savages or what? | William Golding | ||
| c45d1e8 | The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back. | Alice Sebold | ||
| f51f35d | As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 66e2189 | Programs of a political nature are important of social quality that can be effective only if the underlying structure of social values is right. The social values are right only if the individual values are right. The place to improve the world is first in one's heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 5f46186 | Mental reflection is so much more interesting than TV it's a shame more people don't switch over to it. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| a289213 | What is in mind is a sort of Chautauqua...that's the only name I can think of for it...like the traveling tent-show Chautauquas that used to move across America, this America, the one that we are now in, an old-time series of popular talks intended to edify and entertain, improve the mind and bring culture and enlightenment to the ears and thoughts of the hearer. The Chautauquas were pushed aside by faster-paced radio, movies and TV, and it.. | philosophy | Robert M. Pirsig | |
| c7dea08 | It's such a waste to be subtle and vicious with people who don't even know that you're being subtle and vicious | Ayn Rand | ||
| d311dc8 | The cult of moral grayness is a revolt against moral values. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 5391e1e | She's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind. | john-galt mind writing | Ayn Rand | |
| 33ca9fa | Man's mind is his basic tool of survival. Life is given to him, survival is not. His body is given to him, its sustenance is not. His mind is given to him, its content is not. To remain alive, he must act, and before he can act he must know the nature and purpose of his action. He cannot obtain his food without a knowledge of food and of the way to obtain it. He cannot dig a ditch - or build a cyclotron - without a knowledge of his aim and .. | foce galt philosophy thinking | Ayn Rand | |
| 5b74c91 | I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 6464998 | It meant nothing to him any longer, only a faint tinge of sadness--and somewhere within him, a drop of pain moving briefly and vanishing, like a raindrop on the glass of a window, its course in the shape of a question mark. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 06c1cbb | I mean you're given all these lessons for the unimportant things--piano-playing, typing. You're given years and years of lessons in how to balance equations, which Lord knows you will never have to do in normal life. But how about parenthood? Or marriage, either, come to think of it. Before you can drive a car you need a state-approved course of instruction, but driving a car is nothing, nothing, compared to living day in and day out with a.. | Anne Tyler | ||
| 1166f42 | I don't want to be expected to fall in passively someone else's plans for me. That's what I don't want. I don't want it assumed that I simply don't have any personal goals or wishes of my own. Or any basic competence of my own. That's what I don't want! | Nora Roberts (Treasures Lost Treasures Found) | ||
| 081fc8b | Somethings in life are out of your control. you can make it a party or a tragedy. Or, you could refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most because you're afraid some day you might lose it. | Nora Roberts | ||
| 30403ec | Your trouble comes from years of wearing the wrong kind of shoes. - Jake Wexler | Ellen Raskin | ||
| 993b413 | But one must go where one's road leads, even when it's a distressing road. | Piers Anthony | ||
| 59e551b | I nearly always write just as I nearly always breathe. | John Steinbeck |