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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b0f6c79 | Shoot the pasties off the nipples of a ten-foot bull-dyke and win a cotton-candy goat. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| b76efe5 | The main difference between marketing and fraud is that criminals have to pay for their own alcohol. | Scott Adams | ||
| 0eef41d | O Lord, Sula," she cried, "girl, girl, girlgirlgirl." It was a fine cry--loud and long--but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow." | Toni Morrison | ||
| 3d61fc8 | When fear rules, obedience is the only survival choice. | Toni Morrison | ||
| caf4dea | Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They were always left...They were everything. Everything was there, in them...Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people. | Toni Morrison | ||
| bddff00 | He can't value you more than you value yourself. | love strength value | Toni Morrison | |
| a9462e3 | Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet. "So long," she murmured from the far side of the trees." | Toni Morrison | ||
| 422a525 | But her brain was not interested in the future. Loaded with the past and hungry for more, it left her no room to imagine, let alone plan for, the next day. | Toni Morrison | ||
| ad78e9c | Nobody gave you to me. Nobody said that's the one for you. I picked you out. Wrong time, yep, and doing wrong by my wife. But the picking out, the choosing. Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind. And I made up my mind to follow you too." Joe Trace" | love mind-jazz toni-morrison | Toni Morrison | |
| df3e890 | in the midst of war and crisis nothing is as clear or as certain as it appears in hindsight | Barbara W. Tuchman | ||
| 4b8d8f0 | For belligerent purposes, the 14th century, like the 20th, commanded a technology more sophisticated than the mental and moral capacity that guided its use. | Barbara W. Tuchman | ||
| 4065f5e | New steps. That's what it amounted to. The two of them were learning the steps that would bring them together, a dance that would take them into forever. A dance that could be nothing less than God's plan for their lives. | Karen Kingsbury | ||
| 0501c6a | How far would you run with a piece of lead in your heart? | Raymond Carver | ||
| 4a79da6 | Just cause I love her don't take away none of her rights. | Alice Walker | ||
| ff563bb | He beat me like he beat the children. Cept he don't never hardly beat them. He say, Celie, git the belt. The children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man. | Alice Walker | ||
| b6c4ff8 | We all have to start somewhere if us want to do better, an d out of self is what us have to hand | Alice Walker | ||
| 1652e87 | It takes a good habit to replace a bad habit. | teenagers | Melody Carlson | |
| adcbe3c | While Owen and Miles talk sports, I people watch. And this is what I see: teenagers trying to act like adults. Or how they think adults act. But mostly they look ridiculous, and I wonder what they don't want to do something that's more fun than drinking, smoking, flirting, and making out. Why are those activities considered to be fun? | teenage truth | Melody Carlson | |
| 3c5df8d | On Broadway it was still bright afternoon and the gassy air was almost motionless under the leaden spokes of sunlight, and sawdust footprints lay about the doorways of butcher shops and fruit stores. And the great, great crowd, the inexhaustible current of millions of every race and kind pouring out, pressing round, of every race and genius, possessors of every human secret, antique and future, in every face the refinement of one particular.. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 91afdcb | Every other man spoke a language entirely his own, which he had figured out by private thinking; he had his own ideas and peculiar ways. If you wanted to talk about a glass of water, you had to start back with God creating the heavens and earth; the apple; Abraham; Moses and Jesus; Rome; the Middle Ages; gunpowder; the Revolution; back to Newton; up to Einstein; then war and Lenin and Hitler. After reviewing this and getting it all straight.. | Saul Bellow | ||
| 2889486 | Reality is what I make it. That is what I have said I believed. Then I look at the hell I am wallowing in, nerves paralyzed, action nullified - fear, envy, hate: all the corrosive emotions of insecurity biting away at my sensitive guts. Time, experience: the colossal wave, sweeping tidal over me, drowning, drowning. How can I ever find that permanence, that continuity with past and future, that communication with other human beings that I c.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 696d8e8 | But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of 'I' that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical, proud and assertive, and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession. The pen scratching on the paper...I...I...I...I...I...I. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a6de464 | Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 79c8c70 | How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print? | poetry writing | Sylvia Plath | |
| c27463d | And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because it is more important to capture moments like this, keen shifts in mood, sudden veering of direction - than to lose it in slumber. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 67ca950 | I am both worse and better than you thought. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a97f8dd | I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| efc922c | I am your opus. | interpersonal lady-lazarus | Sylvia Plath | |
| 77d495c | This is what it is the business of the artist to do. Art is theft, art is armed robbery, art is not pleasing your mother. | Janet Malcolm | ||
| 0b6c1f8 | Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Floated on a glass that was invisible. Unlike swans, Having no reflections; Unlike you, With no strings attached. All cool, all blue. Unlike you You, there on your back, Eyes to the sky. | gulliver sylvia-plath | Sylvia Plath | |
| a52a33d | There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 9d2d94d | From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn't help it and didn't know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ff8cad4 | I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; | sylvia-plath | Sylvia Plath | |
| 2f94a91 | Why? is the boy's motto, why does, why is, why not? Food, weather, time, fires, sea and season, clothes and cars and people; it's all grist to the mill of why. | Keri Hulme | ||
| 6ed84b0 | I once did something right. I played first-rate basketball. I really did. And after you're first-rate at something, no matter what, it kind of takes the kick out of being second-rate. | John Updike | ||
| 96b8c6b | Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains. | John Cheever | ||
| fd7ae89 | What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 4e7576f | You haven't seen untidiness until you've seen a room where gravity has failed twice in different directions. | Michael Marshall Smith | ||
| d1dac08 | One doesn't lose a self, like a pair of gloves or a pine. We learn and change, or we harden into stone. | Sherwood Smith | ||
| 015f288 | They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us." | Sherwood Smith | ||
| cc16128 | It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you. | only-children siblings talking | Adrian McKinty | |
| dd392c8 | Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present. | Dennis Lehane | ||
| 9ed31c1 | I've always preferred crazy to stupid. Stupid can break your heart | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 32b0306 | after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit. | Aimee Bender |