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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b0ace89 | There's something about her--Cassel, I have met many evil men and women in my life. I have made deals with them, drank with them. I have done things that I myself have difficulty reconciling--terrible things. But I have never known anyone like your mother. She is a person without limits--or if she has any, she hasn't found them yet. She never needs to reconcile anything. | Holly Black | ||
| 867bbee | Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms. | love memory monster vampire | Holly Black | |
| 75eee34 | A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings. | Holly Black | ||
| 499e0e7 | in her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste in her dreams: copper and tears. | Holly Black | ||
| 0d8e8d8 | There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from a ride With the Lady inside And the smile on the face of the tiger. | Holly Black | ||
| 2a6f53f | She can't help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I'm not like her, but I have to admit I love it too. | Holly Black | ||
| 38a104a | After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost. | Holly Black | ||
| aa4889a | Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy. | Patricia McCormick | ||
| 4cdee58 | Me and my needs were driving my mother away. Me and my needs retreated to my closet, disappeared into fairy tales. I started making up a world where my needs wouldn't exist at all. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 152811e | When I returned, everything was different. Everything was calm, and I felt very clean. Everything was in order. Everything was as it should be. I had a secret. It was a guilty secret, certainly. But it was MY secret. I had something to hold on to. It was company. It kept me calm. It filled me up and emptied me out. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 9f12870 | other people's weakness can destroy you just as much as their strength can. Weak people are not harmless. Their weakness can be their strength. | Philip Roth | ||
| bd69af1 | Come on," Alec said, already stomping down the ramp. "Let's find us a squirrel." He swept the weapon back and forth as he walked, looking for any interlopers. "Or better yet, one of the crazies who might've strayed over here. Too bad these things have to be charged or we could get rid of this virus problem in a jiffy. Sweep these old neighborhoods nice and clean." Mark joined him on the ground below the Berg, wary that someone might be watc.. | James Dashner | ||
| f9a1fa8 | Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist, happy is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light; whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked, | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| f57d726 | L'orage rajeunit les fleurs | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 28468bd | The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flaneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at t.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| d1d1722 | The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being vanquished. | artist beauty | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 4579ce8 | It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams. | Karen Russell | ||
| e3b99de | I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 61fe32c | Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute. | change coercion | Allen Ginsberg | |
| e228a81 | Damn you to Lolth's web!" he said. "Don't you dare pretend if doesn't matter to you!" "Why do you care?" Drizzt growled back at him. "No one who has ever made a difference?" "Do you believe that?" "What do you want from me, son of Baenre?" "Just the truth-your truth. You believe that you have never made a difference?" "Perhaps there is no difference to be made," Drizzt replied. "Do not ever say that," Jarlaxle said to him. "Why do you care?.. | hertiage | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 9137690 | The gods of the realms are many and varied -- or they are the many and varied names and identities tagged onto the same being. I know not -- and care not -- which. | gods inspirational religion | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 9e8cac6 | As I became a creature of the empty tunnels, survival became easier and more difficult all at once. I gained in the physical skills and experience necessary to live on. I could defeat almost anything that wandered into my chosen domain. It did not take me long, however, to discover one nemesis that I could neither defeat nor flee. It followed me wherever I went - indeed, the farther I ran, the more it closed in around me. My enemy was solit.. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 94323d4 | Occasionally he would very nearly swear. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5c3e8a5 | All things are defined by names. Change the name, and you change the thing. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c59a33f | Why not? If enough people believe, you can be god of anything... | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ad65064 | You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become? | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c67fb01 | Fortune favours the brave, sir," said Carrot cheerfully. "Good. Good. Pleased to hear it, captain. What is her position vis a vis heavily armed, well prepared and excessively manned armies?" "Oh, no-one's ever heard of Fortune favouring them, sir." "According to General Tacticus, it's because they favour themselves," said Vimes. He opened the battered book. Bits of paper and string indicated his many bookmarks. "In fact, men, the general ha.. | invasion luck war | Terry Pratchett | |
| 9f39c5f | And I went on reading; and, since if you read enough books you overflow, I eventually became a writer. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 1b0acd3 | There are eight levels of wizardry on the Disc; after sixteen years Rincewind has failed to achieve even level one. In fact it is considered opinion of some of his tutors that he is incapable even of achieving level zero, which most normal people are born at; to put it another way, it has been suggested that when Rincewind dies the average occult ability of the human race will actually go up by a fraction. | humor occult wizards | Terry Pratchett | |
| 65a6076 | That's what the gods are! An answer that will do! Because there's food to be caught and babies to be born and life to be lived and so there is no time for big, complicated, and worrying answers! Please give us a simple answer, so that we don't have to think, because if we think, we might find answers that don't fit the way we want the world to be. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 982e615 | Words have power, you understand? It is in the nature of our universe. Our library itself distorts time and space on quite a grand scale. Well, when the Post Office started accumulating letters, it was storing words. In fact, what was being created was what we call a 'gevaisa', a tomb of living words. | gevaisa library words | Terry Pratchett | |
| 6d51252 | We may even find out why the duck-billed platypus.* *Not why is it . Just why it is. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 0d11e77 | I'm not bloody well going to have it, understand?" Vimes shouted, shaking the ape back and forth. "Oook," the Librarian pointed out, patiently. "What? Oh. Sorry." Vimes lowered the ape, who wisely didn't make an issue out of it because a man angry enough to lift 300 pounds of orangutan without noticing is a man with too much on his mind." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 37591ee | Oh, good grief," said Vimes. "Look, it's quite simple, man. I was expected to go "At last, alcohol!", and chugalug the lot without thinking. Then some respectable pillars of the community" - he removed the cigar from his mouth and spat - "were going to find me, in your presence, too - which was a nice touch - with the evidence of my crime neatly hidden but not so well hidden that they couldn't find it." He shook his head sadly. "The trouble.. | humourous | Terry Pratchett | |
| 745c106 | Inside Every Living Person is a Dead Person Waiting to Get Out... | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 0d49e6c | Then Carrot said, "It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness, captain. That's what they say." "What?" Vimes' sudden rage was like a thunderclap. "Who says that? When has that ever been true? It's never been true! It's the kind of thing people without power say to make it all seem less bloody awful, but it's just words, it never makes any difference -" | quotes | Terry Pratchett | |
| 695f305 | The enemy wasn't men, or women, or the old, or even the dead. It was just bleedin' stupid people, who came in all varieties. And no one had the right to be stupid. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 9bd54ce | That's the Ankh-Morpork instinct, Vimes thought. Run away, and then stop and see if anything interesting is going to happen to other people. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 55afb38 | Overexcited? No! I'm getting very calmly worried that someone might shoot me! | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 435d67a | Death paused. YOU HAVE PERHAPS HEARD THE PHRASE, he said, THAT HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE? 'Yes. Yes, of course.' Death nodded. IN TIME, he said, YOU WILL LEARN THAT IT IS WRONG. | discworld life life-philosophy people small-gods | Terry Pratchett | |
| 54db7ec | This ain't right, you know. She's the one who ought to rule, fair enough. And you used magic to help her this far, and that's all right. But it stops right here. It's up to her what happens next. You can't make things right by magic. You can only stop making them wrong." Mrs. Gogol pulled herself up to her full, impressive height. "Who's you to say what I can and can't do here?" "We're her godmothers," said Granny. "That's right," said Nann.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 92e4956 | Oh, that's just Thud! That's easy!" yapped a voice. Both men turned to look at Horsefry, who had been made perky by sheer relief. "I used to play it when I was a kid," he burbled. It's boring. The dwarfs always win!" Gilt and Vetinari shared a look. It said: While I loathe you and every aspect of your personal philosophy to a depth unplummable by any line, I'll credit you at least with not being Crispin Horsefry." | enemy going-postal hate humorous loathing vetinari | Terry Pratchett | |
| 2c1cb44 | An alternative, favored by those of a religious persuasion, was that A'Tuin was crawling from the Birthplace to the Time of Mating, as were all the stars in the sky which were, obviously, also carried by giant turtles. When they arrived they would briefly and passionately mate, for the first and only time, and from that fiery union new turtles would be born to carry a new pattern of worlds. This was known as the Big Bang hypothesis. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 8f4dbe8 | There was a bird whistle as Polly neared the hiding place. She identified this one as the sound of the Very Bad Bird Impersonator... | humor | Terry Pratchett |