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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fcd262e | I'll quote the truth wherever I find it, thank you. | truth | Richard Bach | |
| baabaf6 | I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, its possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon. (Kasper Gutman) | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 9b94373 | Farewell, friend. I was a thousand times more evil than thou! | Michael Moorcock | ||
| 2aea313 | There was no more dangerous kind of madman than one who devoted a good brain and a courageous heart to unhealthy ambitions. | eternal-champion madman | Michael Moorcock | |
| fb83401 | We must be bound to one another then," Elric murmured despairingly. "Bound by hell-forged chains and fate-haunted circumstance. Well, then--let it be thus so--and men will have cause to tremble and flee when they hear the names of Elric of Melinbone and Stormbringer, his sword. We are two of a kind--produced by an age which has deserted us. Let us give this age cause to hate us!" | elric-of-melnibone eternal-champion pulp | Michael Moorcock | |
| 4ae4822 | The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience. | Norman Maclean | ||
| dbcb94a | Are you anybody else's missing piece?' 'Not that I know of.' 'Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?' 'I can be someone's and still my own.' | piece shel shel-silverstein silverstein the-missing-piece | Shel Silverstein | |
| 2c64405 | He's all right. His hair is cute." Jonas froze, his lobster fork halfway to his mouth. " Oh my God, you're in love." "I'm not in love." "'his hair is cute'? You never say anything nice about anyone. Coming from you, cute hair is a mating call." " I talked to the guy for thirty seconds. And then he waved at me while i was in the tank." "Holy fuck, you're getting married, aren't you!" " Will you simmer. I certainly am not." | humour in-love | MaryJanice Davidson | |
| 320660f | Tagged by a whiny little vamp," he said gesturing. "Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 8c8c535 | Using your feminine wiles to lead my familiar astray. If all you want is dangerous sex, I can give that to you better than he can, and I won't break your heart afterward." - Al to Rachel" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 82d1eb0 | Jenks kept me alive for two years through two death threats, a crazy banshee, and at least two serial killers. Its about time I return the favor! And if I can't, then I can sit by his bed and hold his hand as he dies, 'cause I've had plenty of practice doing that, too! | Kim Harrison | ||
| 38828a3 | I have a name," I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder. "Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel," he said, trying it out in different ways. "No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!" he said in a high falsetto. "It's Rachel! Run! Hide!" | Kim Harrison | ||
| cb36a70 | You are your father's daughter,' he said, the skin around his eyes tightening. 'Trent is his father's son. Apart, you are annoying. Together...you have the potential to be a problem. | Kim Harrison | ||
| e954e23 | Protestants believe that the sacraments are like ladders that God gave to us by which we can climb up to Him. Catholics believe that they are like ladders that God gave to Himself by which He climbs down to us. | christianity god jesus-shock protestantism sacraments spirituality theology | Peter Kreeft | |
| 6bb6a8a | It's all too much for her, the cruelty of human beings. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| bb79dd5 | Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| ded2eed | Worse, I convinced myself our tragedy was entirely her making. I spent years working myself into the very thing I swore she was: a righteous ball of hate. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4e8d4cd | I'm not good at things like that: haircuts or oil changes or dentist visits. When I moved into my bungalow, I spent the first three months swaddled in blankets because I couldn't deal with getting the gas turned on. It's been turned off three times in the past few years, because sometimes I can't quite bring myself to write a check. I have trouble maintaining. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| aa85f9d | It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as to my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cotton ball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified. A few quick cuts and cunt be.. | words | Gillian Flynn | |
| 1202e46 | You just want an excuse to stay,' she whispered. 'You two, you're fucking addicted to each other. You are literally going to be a nuclear family, you do know that? You will explode. You will fucking detonate. You really think you can possibly do this for, what, the next eighteen years? You don't think she'll kill you ? | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 448a629 | Who would I be without Amy to react to? Because she was right: As a man, I had been my most impressive when I loved her -- and I was my next best self when I hated her. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 060d17a | You're a beast and a swine and a bloody, bloody thief! | William Golding | ||
| 7874c2a | Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery. | communication discovery | William Golding | |
| d8a7c38 | Like Jordan Baker, people with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things. If they choose to commit adultery, they do not then go running, in an access of bad conscience, to receive absolution from the wronged parties; nor do they complain unduly of the unfairness, the undeserved embarrassment, of being named co-respondent. In brief, people with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of moral ne.. | Joan Didion | ||
| 7889a32 | Mourning has its place but also its limits. | Joan Didion | ||
| c7bb2d3 | How could this have happened when everything was normal? | shock surprise | Joan Didion | |
| 8ebc383 | What else we know? Nothing. That's why we're sitting together in this car now. Because we're the same, and because we don't know a damn thing other than that. | Paul Auster | ||
| 9db78a6 | and when she thinks of that generation of silent men, the boys who lived through the Depression and grew up to become soldiers or not-soldiers in the war, she doesn't blame them for refusing to talk, for not wanting to go back into the past, but how curious it is, she thinks, how sublimely incoherent that her generation, which doesn't have much of anything to talk about yet, has produced men who never stop talking, men like Bing, for exampl.. | Paul Auster | ||
| dbc1c16 | He finds it extraordinary that on some mornings, just after he has woken up, as he bends down to tie his shoes, he is flooded with a happiness so intense, a happiness so naturally and harmoniously at one with the world, that he can feel himself alive in the present, a present that surrounds him and permeates him, that breaks through him with the sudden, overwhelming knowledge that he is alive. And the happiness he discovers in himself at th.. | extraordinary happiness | Paul Auster | |
| 70fa468 | Gyr 'n lktb fy nhy@ lmTf, l tu`d trfan, bqdr m hy Drwr@, lqr@ dmn ! | الكتب | Paul Auster | |
| ddf3f49 | In the end, the problem is not so much that people forget, but that they do not always forget the same thing. What still exists as a memory for one person can be irretrievably lost for another, and this creates difficulties, insuperable barriers against understanding. | Paul Auster | ||
| 55bc132 | That was the trouble. The land is too big out there, and after a while it starts to swallow you up. I reached a point when I couldn't take it anymore. All that bloody silence and emptiness. You try to find your bearings in it, but it's too big, the dimensions are too monstrous, and eventually, I don't know how else to put it, eventually it just stops being there. There's no world, no land, no nothing. It comes down to that, Fogg, in the end.. | Paul Auster | ||
| 65f8868 | and while all people were bound together by the common space they shared, their journeys through time were all different, which meant that each person lived in a slightly different world from everyone else. | Paul Auster | ||
| eb6b6c3 | Imagine knowing that you're good at something, so good that the world would be in awe of you if they could see your work, and then keeping yourself a secret from the world. | Paul Auster | ||
| 4e88b35 | I make no excuse for what happened. Drunkenness is never more than a symptom, not an absolute cause, and I realize that it would be wrong of me to try to defend myself. Nevertheless, there is at least the possibility of an explanation. | drunkenness excuses | Paul Auster | |
| fca0212 | He was there for you, and yet at the same time he was inaccessible. You felt there was a secret core in him that could never be penetrated, a mysterious center of hiddenness. To imitate him was somehow to participate in that mystery, but it was also to understand that you could never really know him. | Paul Auster | ||
| 263b2ed | Then, without any warning, we both straightened up, turned towards each other, and began to kiss. After that, it is difficult for me to speak of what happened. Such things have little to do with words, so little, in fact, that it seems almost pointless to try to express them. If anything, I would say that we were falling into each other, that we were falling so fast and so far that nothing could catch us. | Paul Auster | ||
| 07c17e4 | As long as you are dreaming, there is always a way out | Paul Auster | ||
| 3814964 | in the end, each life is irreducible to anything other than itself. Which is as much as to say: lives make no sense. | Paul Auster | ||
| 455517c | This is the kind of room poets are supposed to work in, the kind of room that threatens to break your spirit and forces you into constant battle with yourself. | Paul Auster | ||
| 841fca5 | On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere. New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he has no intention of ever leaving it again. | Paul Auster | ||
| 98adfbf | When you've lived as long as I have, you tend to think you've heard everything, that there's nothing left that can shock you anymore. You grow a little complacent about your so-called knowledge of the world, and then, every once in a while, something comes along that jolts you out of your smug cocoon of superiority, that reminds you all over again that you don't understand the first thing about life. | Paul Auster | ||
| 2a083cb | wshyy'an fshyy'an.. tsrb l`lm b'kmlh mnh | paul auster | ||
| bb22c42 | You had to invent something. It's not possible to leave it blank. The mind won't let you. | Paul Auster |