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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 52f45ab | Love this job," Sanya murmured. "Just love it." "I need to challenge more people to duels," Thomas said in agreement. "Men are pigs," Murphy said. "Amen," said Molly. Lea gave me a prim look and said, "I've not sacrificed a holy virgin in ages." | Jim Butcher | ||
| d3b5466 | He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. - Harry Dresden describing Morgan | harry-dresden | Jim Butcher | |
| a119bce | Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it. | Jim Butcher | ||
| fba1a48 | Never touch my brother on his fucking birthday. | humor thomas-raith | Jim Butcher | |
| 136921a | It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour? | Jim Butcher | ||
| 296ca29 | Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real." "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand." | Jim Butcher | ||
| fb22702 | I'm going to take off your gag. And if you try to bite me or grab me or anything, I'll hit you with this thing as hard as I can as many times as I can. Understood? | books dark gavriel holly-black paranormal-romance tana tana-bach teens the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown ya | Holly Black | |
| ac70af6 | She is crazy. Head to head with an ogre. Loony Lolli, Sketchy Dave, Crazy Val. You're all a bunch of freaks." Val made a formal bow, dipping her head in their direction, and then sat on the blanket. Loony Luis, more likely," Lolli said, kicking her flip-flop in his direction. Luis One-Eye," Dave said. Luis smirked. "Bug-head Dave." Princess Luis," Dave said. "Prince Valiant." Val laughed, thinking of the first time Dave had called her that... | Holly Black | ||
| deaff24 | What is the colour of Christmas? Red? The red of the toyshops on a dark winter's afternoon, Of Father Christmas and the robin's breast? Or green? Green of holly and spruce and mistletoe in the house, dark shadow of summer in leafless winter? One might plainly add a romance of white, fields of frost and snow; thus white, green, red- reducing the event to the level of a Chianti bottle. But many will say that the significant colour is gold.. | William Sansom | ||
| 4d483fa | His mouth curls into a smile. His eyes shine with wicked intent. "Look at them all, your subjects. A shame not a one knows who their true ruler is." | Holly Black | ||
| 8e3ecfd | Nicasia's wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them. | jude-duarte the-cruel-prince the-folk-of-the-air | Holly Black | |
| ea52bf8 | Don't." She looks directly into my eyes. After a month of being forced to avoid her, I feel stripped bare by her gaze. "You can be as much of a charming bastard as you want, but you're never going to bullshit your way into my heart again." | Holly Black | ||
| 4af2eff | When there is a lot of power concentrated in one place, there are plenty of scraps to fight over. If the Court isn't busy drinking poison, then it's drinking bile. | Holly Black | ||
| 702c31b | Gavriel closed his eyes, sooty lashes brushing his cheek. "I'll stay with you." "What? No," she said automatically. "No! That's crazy." "I'm crazy," he reminded her." | Holly Black | ||
| 85d6a04 | They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows. | Holly Black | ||
| 6f5c53f | I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone. | glass-houses uncle-tom-s-cabin | Harriet Beecher Stowe | |
| 9389b13 | I'm afraid to hope but I can't help it, and the idea of hoping in this most hopeless of all places makes me want to cry. | depressed hopeless | Beatrice Sparks | |
| 7de3fc5 | I've been asleep and I don't know if it's the same day or week or year, but who the hell cares anyway? | Beatrice Sparks | ||
| 14cf35b | Ayame: Hello, Tori-san!! You're not going to believe what Yuki just told me! | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 3873803 | Anyone who knows how scary it is to be alone, can't help loving others." ~Rin Sohma" | love | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 6938204 | It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| b59a8ec | I have joined an ancient fraternity. I have killed a man. | murder | Hubert Selby Jr. | |
| 5e4db60 | In my childhood I led the life of a sage, when I grew up I started climbing trees | Philip Roth | ||
| 863c292 | I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to make it do what he wants it to do. And a piano is just a piano. It's made out of so much wood and wires and little hammers and big ones, and ivory. While there's only so much you can do with it, the only way to find this out is to try; to try and make it do .. | everything instrument ivory-tower life music musician piano relationship wires wood | James Baldwin | |
| b7f3bda | It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea are black as ink our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well -- we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss -- heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. ("Le Voyage")" | journey | Charles Baudelaire | |
| a411c6c | All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important. | Edward Gorey | ||
| 2aea9c6 | There is a difference between finding trouble in your path and going out of your way searching for it." -Jacen Solo" | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| e2d844f | Never trust any ruler who puts his faith in tunnels and bunkers and escape routes. The chances are that his heart isn't in the job. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5b9d76d | Them as can do, has to do for them as can't. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices. | inspirational kindness-to-animals terry-pratchett wee-free-men | Terry Pratchett | |
| c0e3c77 | About sweeping).... What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends. | humorous ironic irony laughable | Terry Pratchett | |
| 11d6a14 | Whole new theories of money were growing here like mushrooms: in the dark and based on bullshit. | ideas | Terry Pratchett | |
| 36f9ce5 | The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 82866f0 | Granny turned slowly in her seat to look at the audience. They were staring at the performance, their faces rapt. The words washed over them in the breathless air. This was real. This was more real even than reality. This was history. It might not be true, but that had nothing to do with it. Granny had never had much time for words. They were so insubstantial. Now she wished that she had found the time. Words were indeed insubstantial. They.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5b1bb39 | The people who guard the rainbow don't like those who get in the way of the sun. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| af74fe4 | Hello, little girl," he said, which was only his first big mistake. "I'm sure want to know all about hedgehogs, eh?" "I did this one last year," said Tiffany. The man looked closer, and his grin faded. "Oh, yes," he said. "I remember. You asked all those... little questions." "I would like a question answered today," said Tiffany. "Provided it's not one about how you get baby hedgehogs," said the man. "No," said Tiffany patiently. "It's a.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e0f827e | Who really knew what evil lurked in the heart of men? ME. Who knew what sane men were capable of? STILL ME, I'M AFRAID. Vimes glanced at the door of the last room. No, he wasn't going in there again. No wonder it stank here. YOU CAN'T HEAR ME, CAN YOU? OH. I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT, said Death, and waited. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 23b2f66 | Y'know,' he said, 'it's very hard to talk quantum using a language originally designed to tell other monkeys where the ripe fruit is. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 2352fca | She couldn't do any worse, but then, he couldn't do better. So maybe it balanced out. | marriage romance | Terry Pratchett | |
| cc75c6a | You couldn't say: It's not my fault. You couldn't say: It's not my responsibility. You could say: I will deal with this. You didn't have to want to. But you had to do it. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| af839ee | And yet we say this. Here is the cave at the end of the world, peace is made between dwarf and troll, and we will march beyond the hand of Death together. For the enemy is not Troll, nor is it Dwarf, but it is the baleful, the malign, the cowardly, the vessels of hatred, those who do a bad thing and call it good... | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e5c390d | The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.] | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 459baac | It was the way he wore the place. You expected him any moment to break into the kind of song that has suspicious rhymes and phrases like "my kind of town" and "I wanna be a part of it" in it; the kind of song where people dance in the street and give the singer apples and join in and a dozen lowly matchgirls suddenly show amazing choreographical ability and everyone acts like cheery lovable citizens instead of the murderous, evil-minded, se.. | song-lyrics stereotypes | Terry Pratchett | |
| 7f23108 | What is magic? Then there is the witches' explanation, which comes in two forms, depending on the age of the witch. Older witches hardly put words to it at all, but may suspect in their hearts that the universe really doesn't know what the hell is going on and consists of a zillion trillion billion possibilities, and could become any one of them if a trained mind rigid with quantum certainty was inserted into the crack and twisted; that, if.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 7b0b895 | There are millions of chords. There are millions of numbers. And everyone forgets the one that is a zero. But without the zero, numbers are just arithmetic. Without the empty chord, music is just noise. | Terry Pratchett |