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| 923c0e6 | I'm not that kind of Indian," Shanti said, her practiced smile never leaving her face, though it faltered just a bit, and in that slight wobble was something hard and angry, something that looked like centuries of colonial oppression boiling up into an I'm-going-to-kick-your-ass-in-this-pageant-and-then-take-over-all-your-beauty-out-sourcing-needs hatred." | Libba Bray | ||
| 9bbd82e | People see what they want to see when they need to. | Libba Bray | ||
| ce4f355 | No person has ever held all the power. There must be a balance between chaos and order, dark and light. With the Temple magic bound to you, the realms are no longer in balance. The power could change you... and you could change the magic. | Libba Bray | ||
| 043fcba | Mary Lou wore the ring faithfully. She studied the coy girls the ones who pretended not to get the dirty joke that made Mary Lou stifle a laugh. The ones who practiced the shy downward glance who pretended giggly outrage when a boy made a suggestive remark who waited to be seen and never made the first move. The ones who called other girls sluts and judged with ease. The good girls. Occasionally from the school bus windows she would see oth.. | Libba Bray | ||
| b18d61c | She hadn't meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people. | Libba Bray | ||
| 6c96b85 | Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count. | Libba Bray | ||
| 5738798 | They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here. | Libba Bray | ||
| ff34a6d | There are no wrong decisions -- only different ones. | is-right most-of-the-time useful | Libba Bray | |
| 67a888b | They kept the lie going, and the people loved it. | Libba Bray | ||
| 34c67d3 | Half the things in this life I wish I could remember and the other half I wish I could forget. | Ann Patchett | ||
| e41cd37 | Isn't that what everyone wants, just for a moment to be unencumbered? | responsibility | Ann Patchett | |
| f3c2ae0 | He realized now he was only just beginning to see the full extent to which it was his destiny to follow, to walk blindly into fates he could never understand. In fate there was reward, in turning over one's heart to God there was a magnificence that lay beyond description. At the moment one is sure that all is lost, look at what is gained! | Ann Patchett | ||
| b1d56e9 | Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second. | present | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 6f98c62 | What you forget when you're planning a hijack by yourself is somewhere along the line, you might need to neglect your hostages just long enough so you can use the bathroom. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 62dbc59 | The truth is that all this was just part of the suicide process. Because tanning and steroids are only a problem if you plan to live a long time. Because the only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage. If a tress falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot? And if Christ had died from a barbiturate overdose, alone on the bathroom floor, would He be in .. | survivor | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| a088cc5 | You ever wonder when god's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce? | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| cce03cf | Daytime television, you can tell who's watching by the three kinds of commercials. Either it's clinics for drying out drunks. Or it's law firms who want to settle injury suits. Or it's schools offering mail-order vocational degrees to make you a bookkeeper. A private detective. Or a locksmith. If you're watching daytime television, this is your new demographic. You're a drunk. Or a cripple. Or an idiot. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 8ca7ef7 | My parents meant well, but the road to Hell is paved with publicity stunts. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 65a04a6 | A moment it the most you can ever expect from perfection | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 3c603f4 | Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby. | hilarious witty | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 7a9d1c5 | Some stories, she'd say, the more you tell them, the faster you use them up. Those kind, the drama burns off, and every version, they sound more silly and flat. The other kind of story, it uses you up. The more you tell it, the stronger it gets. Those kind of stories only remind you how stupid you were. Are. Will always be. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 1ebf7a0 | You've thrown down the gauntlet. You've brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. But... If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist... then my existence will be g.. | damned death dying heaven hell kill life living master murder puppet wrath | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| e4e08c1 | She didn't care anymore... and she got no pleasure from the work she did, but she did it. Everything bored her. She found that when she didn't have a notebook it was hard for her to think. The thoughts came slowly, as though they had to squeeze through a tiny door to get to her, whereas when she wrote, they flowed out faster than she could put them down. She sat very stupidly with a blank mind until finall 'I feel different' came slowly to .. | Louise Fitzhugh | ||
| a3ea9d5 | Prohibition is the trigger of crime. | prohibition | Ian Fleming | |
| 0fdef6c | And people with obsessions, reflected Bond, were blind to danger. | Ian Fleming | ||
| a5e5b04 | It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilio.. | colours | Bill Bryson | |
| 33fc42d | I refer of course to the soaring wonder of the age known as the Eiffel Tower. Never in history has a structure been more technologically advanced, materially obsolescent, and gloriously pointless all at the same time. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 4a22bf8 | He could hear Donald saying something else but it didn't matter anymore what, because then and there it occurred to him that maybe the emptiness he'd been living with all this time hadn't really been emptiness at all, but loneliness gone unrecognized. How can a mind know how alone it is until it brushes up against some other mind? A single mark had been made, another person's memory imposed onto his mind, and now the magnitude of his own lo.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 1b1c295 | The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture. But even then that passed, I was left with a sadness that couldn't be rubbed off. It wasn't that something had happened. It was worse: I'd become aware of what had been with me all along without my notice. I dragged this new awareness around like a stone tied to my ankle. Wherever I went, it followed. I used to make up little sad songs in my.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| b99e256 | That he liked to think of himself as a philosopher. That he questioned all things, even the most simple, to the extent that when someone passing him on the street raised his hat and said, 'Good day,' Litvinoff often paused so long to weigh evidence that by the time he'd settled on an answer the person had gone on his way, leaving him standing alone. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 4c90bc1 | Sometimes I get the feeling that we're just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they're just our need to be recognized. Without them, we'd be unidentifiable. We have to reinvent ourselves every minute. | identity | Nicole Krauss | |
| 251e9c9 | The fact that you got a little happier today doesn't change the fact that you also became a little sadder. Every day you become a little more of both, which means that right now, at this exact moment, you're the happiest and saddest you've ever been in your whole life. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 92f9026 | Christmas tree stands are the work of the devil and they want you dead. | Bill Bryson | ||
| ddb357e | For anyone of a rational disposition, fashion is often nearly impossible to fathom. Throughout many periods of history - perhaps most - it can seem as if the whole impulse of fashion has been to look maximally ridiculous. If one could be maximally uncomfortable as well, the triumph was all the greater. | history humor | Bill Bryson | |
| da991b8 | Every twenty minutes on the Appalachian Trail, Katz and I walked farther than the average American walks in a week. For 93 percent of all trips outside the home, for whatever distance or whatever purpose, Americans now get in a car. On average, the total walking of an American these days - that's walking of all types: from car to office, from office to car, around the supermarket and shopping malls - adds up to 1.4 miles a week...That's rid.. | appalachian-trail cars hiking transporation walking | Bill Bryson | |
| 34710d8 | But don't worry," she continued. "Most snakes don't want to hurt you. If you're out in the bush and a snake comes along, just stop dead and let it slide over your shoes." This, I decided, was the least-likely-to-be-followed advice I have ever been given." | nature | Bill Bryson | |
| 5bfe9ee | He learned to read the ocean by a cupful. He also learned to regard each port of call as part of the journey and not as the destination. Every voyage begins when you do. | E.L. Konigsburg | ||
| 5fdc329 | Jesus Fucking Christ," she says with that flawless hardpan accent of hers. It is an expression that always strikes Landsman as curious, or at least as something that he would pay money to see." | Michael Chabon | ||
| f7de835 | But here the correlation with Beauty and the Beast ends. In the fable, the beauty kisses the beast. In the Bible, the beauty does much more. He becomes the beast so the beast can become the beauty. Jesus changes places with us. We, like Adam, were under a curse, but Jesus "changed places with us and put himself under that curse" (Gal. 3:13)." | Max Lucado | ||
| 401c1aa | Our God is abundant in love and steadfast in mercy. He saves us, not because we trust in a symbol, but because we trust in a Savior. | christianity religon | Max Lucado | |
| cd64d99 | Twb~ lldhyn l ykhshwn lqrr bm yjhlwn | Paulo Coelho | ||
| c1d75a0 | ndm tryd shyy'an m Hqan..fn lkwn b'srh yTw`k llHSwl `lyh | Paulo Coelho | ||
| e7a2749 | Don't fear the light within. May it ignite the Sacred Flame in your soul. | Paulo Coelho | ||
| d767944 | All men and women are connected by an energy which we call love, but which is, in fact, the raw material from which the universe was built. This energy cannot be manipulated, it leads us gently forward, it contains all we have to learn in this life. If we try to make it go in the direction we want, we end up desperate, frustrated, disillusioned, because that energy is free and wild. | Paulo Coelho |