1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
1384
1753
1754
1755
1756
1757
2208
3346
3522
5443
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0b251b8 | Some people say that having any conscious opinion on the matter is a mark of sanity, but I'm not sure that's true. I still think about it. I'll always have to think about it. I often ask myself if I'm crazy. I ask other people too. 'Is this a crazy thing to say?' I'll ask before saying something that probably isn't crazy. I start a lot of sentences with 'Maybe I'm totally nuts,' or 'Maybe I've gone 'round the bend.' If I do something out.. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| c7cdb50 | All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f30001f | Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them, as are the maid with the letter and the soldier with the hat. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| da455a1 | Boyfriends and literature: How can you make a life out of those two things? As it turns out, I did; more literature than boyfriends lately, but I guess you can't have everything. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 8d7fdf4 | The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark--why not kill | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| fc181ab | This is what the Sabbath should feel like. A pause. Not just a minor pause, but a major pause. Not just lowering the volume, but a muting. As the famous rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel put it, the Sabbath is a sanctuary in time. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| d7c0f02 | The written word is a powerful thing, you have to be careful with it. - Silvertongue | silvertongue | Cornelia Funke | |
| 2a949c8 | My wife loves written words ... you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking for the right words: You must ask yourself what they SOUND like! Glowing with passion, dark with sorrow, sweet with love, that's what I want. - Cosimo | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 4ad98ff | It's time for bed. And here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to get in bed, and I don't have anyone to sleep with now, so what I do is I sleep with my books. And I know that's kind of weird and solitary and pathetic. But if you think about it, it's very cozy. Over a period of four, five, six, seven, nine, twenty nights of sleeping, you've taken all these books to bed with you, and you fall asleep, and the books are there. | humor | Nicholson Baker | |
| 074de86 | You're supposed to be a spirit of intellect. I don't understand why you're obsessed with sex." Bob's voice got defensive. "It's an academic interest, Harry." "Oh yeah? Well maybe I don't think it's fair to let your academia go peeping in other people's houses." "Wait a minute. My academia doesn't -" I held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear it." He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're .. | bob funny | Jim Butcher | |
| 8ad1086 | Meg was going to have to learn for herself what Laurie had figured out over the summer -- that it was better to leave well enough alone, to avoid unnecessary encounters with people you'd left behind, to not keep poking at that sore tooth with the tip of your tongue. Not because you didn't love them anymore, but because you did, and because that love was useless now, just another dull ache in your phantom limb. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 56cd8d8 | and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 95b9d77 | But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's crying for help. (p.111)" | cry-for-help drunkenness | Jack Kerouac | |
| f8d84b7 | This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5794724 | Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 637aefc | I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk. | beat-generation drunk forgiveness gave-up resign travel | Jack Kerouac | |
| 2b50ed9 | And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are "happy," O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of "happy nuts." (p. 200)" | insanity paranoia unhappiness | Jack Kerouac | |
| 59fb5b9 | You were his, Ox. Even then. And he was yours." I" | T.J. Klune | ||
| e842678 | 'There are enough people out there that will be more than willing to knock you down. There's no reason for you to do it to yourself.' | T.J. Klune | ||
| 950e1b6 | The measure of a man, she said finally, is not the words that mark his end, but everything he's done since his beginning. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 046a985 | We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything: for solitude, for hardship, for exhaustion, death. Modesty forbids us to say so, but there are times when we think pretty well of ourselves. And yet, if we examine it more closely, our enthusiasm turns out to be all sham. We don't want to conquer the cosmos, we simply want to extend the boundaries of Earth to the frontiers of the cosmos.... We are humanitarian and chivalrous; we don't want t.. | imperialism jingoism new-worlds racism science-fiction self-image space-exploration | Stanisław Lem | |
| 72823b5 | And yet we knew, for a certainty, that when first emissaries of Earth went walking among the planets, Earth's other sons would be dreaming not about such expeditions but about a piece of bread. | lem planet science | Stanisław Lem | |
| c69b6f5 | We really have to get going," Sam said. "Can we leave the car here and pick it up later?" The monk said, "Does a dog have a Buddha nature?" Does a fish have a watertight asshole?" said Coyote." | coyote-blue dumb-questions | Christopher Moore | |
| 82a0bfa | Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it. | tommy | Christopher Moore | |
| af5f7d3 | WARNING This is a bawdy tale. Herein you will find gratuitous shagging, murder, spanking, maiming, treason, and heretofore unexplored heights of vulgarity and profanity, as well as non-traditional grammar, split infinitives, and the odd wank. If that sort of thing bothers you, then gentle reader pass by, for we endeavor only to entertain, not to offend. That said, if that's the sort of thing you think you might enjoy, then you have happened.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 35aa73c | Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 2c6b684 | For a while he'd tried molding himself into the tragic Romantic hero, brooding and staring clench-jawed off into space as he composed dark verse in his head. But it turned out that trying to appear tragic in Incontinence, Indiana, was redundant, and his mother kept shouting at him and making him forget his rhymes. "Tommy, if you keep grinding your teeth like that, they'll wear away and you'll have to have dentures like Aunt Ester." Tommy on.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1d4ec2d | Confucius is like the Torah, rules to follow. And Lao-Tzu is even more conservative, saying that if you do nothing you won't break any rules. You have to let tradition fall sometime, you have to take action, you have to eat bacon. | Christopher Moore | ||
| eaa12bb | If they'd been dogs, they would have all been in the yard eating grass and trying to yak up whatever was making them feel so lousy. Not a bone gnawed, not a ball chased-all tails went unwagged. Oh, life is a fast cat, a short leash, a flea in that place where you just can't scratch. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 001abeb | Like looking down on a lubricious chess set, isn't it? The king moves in tiny steps, with no direction, like a drunkard trying to avoid the archer's bolt. The others work their strategies and wait for the old man to fall. He has no power, yet all power moves in his orbit and to his mad whim. Do you know there's no fool piece on the chessboard, Kent?" "Methinks the fool is the player, the mind above the moves." | Christopher Moore | ||
| c318726 | his hero Millet had admonished. Auguste Renoir had told him. Ah, but what they hadn't said, hadn't warned him about, was you could see. | painters painting | Christopher Moore | |
| 73e236d | How much of life could he spend aching? Aching is not a stable condition; it must resolve into something | Arthur Phillips | ||
| 4c17765 | Though he did not believe, he was not untouched by the magic of belief ... | Donna Leon | ||
| 5e09227 | In order to gain their freedom, survivors may have to give up almost everything else. Battered women may lose their homes, their friends, and their livelihood. Survivors of childhood abuse may lose their families. Political refugees may lose their homes and their homeland. Rarely are the dimensions of this sacrifice fully recognized. | Judith Lewis Herman | ||
| e709181 | And the Word that had most recently come from the mouth of God was, "This is my beloved in whom I am well pleased." Identity. It's always God's first move. Before we do anything wrong and before we do anything right, God has named and claimed us as God's own. But almost immediately, other things try to tell us who we are and to whom we belong: capitalism, the weight-loss industrial complex, our parents, kids at school--they all have a go at.. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| 107d90e | I hated Alfred. He was a miserable, pious, tight-fisted king who distrusted me because I was no Christian, because I was a northerner, and because I had given him his kingdom back at Ethandun. And as reward he had given me Fifhaden. Bastard. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 7a7231d | If you can master me, that look seemed to say, then you can master whatever else this wicked world might bring. I can see her now, standing amidst her deerhounds that had the same thin, lean bodies, and the same long nose and the same huntess eyes as their mistress. Green eyes, she had, with a kind of cruelty deep inside them. It was not a soft face, any more that her body was soft. She was a woman of strong lines and high bones, and that m.. | guinevere redhead the-herione women | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 0900cd1 | You can't decide how someone will go about loving you. | Eireann Corrigan | ||
| 4d11132 | Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 8a1be13 | Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win. | narcissus-in-chains richard | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| c1d2e0a | She was hell on wheels and used to getting her own way. | narcissus-in-chains nilisha-macnair the-kadra | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 5c054f9 | I worry that when you start quoting Machiavelli to justify your actions, you have ceased to be one of the good guys. | vampires | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| af2fd29 | Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead," | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 959593f | Great." I didn't say thank you, because it seemed wrong. I wanted to call her a bitch and shoot her between the eyes, but then I would have had to shoot Enzo, too. And how would I explain that to the police? She was breaking no laws. Dammit." | Laurell K. Hamilton |