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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a345e12 | Kaylin is not known for her punctuality. She is known, in fact, for her lack--even by those outside of the Hawklord's command. | punctuality tiamaris | Michelle Sagara | |
| 4d21dc4 | I didn't know that once you've proven yourself useful to the wrong people, you'll never be free again. | mystery suspense thriller | Steve Hamilton | |
| eeec7e6 | I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls. | Kim Harrison | ||
| b92a927 | I didn't know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent's very muzzy voice murmured, "Rachel? Mmm, hi." | Kim Harrison | ||
| c0b6219 | I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks | Kim Harrison | ||
| 8260064 | Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 0f37c25 | But why allow someone to make a bad choice when a little information might engender a better one? It's hard to wake up and see the sun if the blinds are pulled. | Kim Harrison | ||
| fe11757 | It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books!" he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al)" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 79ea7ac | Wait until the sun sets tonight, and if we are both here to see it, then my heart will break knowing you are safe and yet not to be mine. If you are gone, then my heart will break knowing that God has taken you home..." Gordian Pierce" | Kim Harrison | ||
| 97db6dc | Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her. | Kim Harrison | ||
| c684cb7 | His hands grabbed my shoulders firmly and yanked me across the few feet that separated us. "Trent, you, mmmph," I managed to get out as he stole a kiss, a wild, wonderful, passionate kiss. His lips were heavy on mine, an erotic mix of demand and softness. My hands against his shoulders were set to push him back, but I couldn't, shocked at the sudden surge of desire that burst from my core, flaring through me like flash paper. Eyes closed, m.. | romance | Kim Harrison | |
| 630526c | The real community of man, in the midst of all the self-contradictory simulacra of community, is the community of those who seek the truth, of the potential knowers...of all men to the extent they desire to know. But in fact, this includes only a few, the true friends, as Plato was to Aristotle at the very moment they were disagreeing about the nature of the good...They were absolutely one soul as they looked at the problem. This, according.. | friendship philosophy | Allan Bloom | |
| 86fde22 | I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die. | death smoking wonder | Nick Flynn | |
| bb7167d | But it's tempting to be Cool Girl. For someone like me, who likes to win, it's tempting to want to be the girl every guy wants. When I met Nick, I knew immediately that was what he wanted, and for him, I guess I was willing to try. I will accept my portion of blame. The thing is, I was crazy about him at first. I found him perversely exotic, a good ole Missouri boy. He was so damn nice to be around. He teased things out in me that I didn't .. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 2b3e250 | The Victorians, especially southern Victorians, needed a lot of room to stray away from each other, to duck tuberculosis and flu, to avoid rapacious lust, to wall themselves away from sticky emotion. Extra space is always good. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e3557a4 | I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that, too, but I wouldn't understand . I would site there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun. | fiction not-fitting-in | Gillian Flynn | |
| 3315599 | My thank-yous always come out rather labored. I often don't give them at all. People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation -- they're like frozen-yogurt employees who put out cups for tips. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a3cba0c | By the end of the week she was thinking constantly about where her body stopped and the air began about the exact point in space and time that was the difference between Maria and other. | Joan Didion | ||
| 39a44ac | There was silence. Something real was happening: this was, as it were, her life. If she could keep that in mind she would be able to play it through, do the right thing, whatever that meant. | Joan Didion | ||
| 647ceed | from "On Keeping a Notebook"]: It is a good idea to keep in touch, and I suppose that keeping in touch is what notebooks are all about...I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not...Remember what it was to be me: that is always the point." | Joan Didion | ||
| 77dbd06 | There is a common superstition that "self-respect" is a kind of charm against snakes, something that keeps those who have it locked in some unblighted Eden, out of strange beds, ambivalent conversations, and trouble in general. It does not at all. It has nothing to do with the face of things, but concerns instead a separate peace, a private reconciliation." | peace privacy reconciliation self-respect | Joan Didion | |
| dc68559 | He wonders if words aren't an essential element of sex, if talking isn't finally a more subtle form of touching, and if the images dancing in our heads aren't just as important as the bodies we hold in our arms. Margot tells him that sex is the one thing in life that counts for her, that if she couldn't have sex she would probably kill herself to escape the boredom and monotony of being trapped inside her own skin. Walker doesn't say anythi.. | Paul Auster | ||
| 108a0af | When every card in the deck is stacked against you, the only way to win a hand is to break the rules. You beg, borrow, and steal, as the old adage goes, and if you happen to get caught in the act, at least you've gone down fighting the good fight. | Paul Auster | ||
| 9e1824e | Would it not be better to learn the truth once and for all instead of living in a state of perpetual uncertainty? | Paul Auster | ||
| 155b9c6 | In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns sharply in mid-course, stalls, drifts, starts up again. Nothing is ever known, and inevitably we come to a place quite different from the one we set out for. | Paul Auster | ||
| c285288 | In the long run, stories are probably no less valuable than money, but in the short run they have their decided limitations. | Paul Auster | ||
| 3d87281 | We all want to be told stories, and we listen to them in the same way we did when we were young. We imagine the real story inside the words, and to do this we substitute ourselves for the person in the story, pretending that we can understand him because we understand ourselves. This is a deception. We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on.. | Paul Auster | ||
| 26a3bd5 | To feel estranged from language is to lose your own body. | Paul Auster | ||
| 384a1f0 | But that was the beauty of this particular game. The moment you lost, you won. | Paul Auster | ||
| 48ef673 | rjl yjd lHy@ qbl@ ll`ysh `l~ "sTH" nfsh, mn lTby`y jdan 'n yktfy bZhr "sTHh" llakhryn." | Paul Auster | ||
| e49cbbe | It takes curiosity to find your call to adventure, it takes courage to venture into the unknown, and it takes imagination to create your path. | Sean Patrick | ||
| 4ff52d9 | We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we? | William Golding | ||
| e8ddfbf | Those clothes are Susie's,' my father said calmly when he reached him. Buckley looked down at my blackwatch dress that he held in his hand. My father stepped closer, took the dress from my brother, and then, without speaking, he gathered the rest of my clothes, which Buckley had piled on the lawn. As he turned in silence toward the house, hardly breathing, clutching my clothes to him, it sparked. I was the only one to see the colors. Just n.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 43016dd | Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow from the stronger one's strength. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 16ca838 | My greatest personal mistake is ever to allow a word or moment that "doesn't count," i.e., that I do not refer to my own basic principles. Every word, every action, every moment counts. (This is the pattern on which everybody makes mistakes [or] becomes irrational -- not relating their one action or one conviction to another." | Ayn Rand | ||
| 210bada | Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net, the net is waiting, and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious to you. Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can't know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you're afraid of them all. And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them--j.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 51bc674 | I take the only desire one can really permit oneself. Freedom, Alvah, freedom. . .To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing. | Ayn Rand | ||
| c33aac1 | It's said that the worst thing one can do to a man is to kill his self-respect. But that's not true. Self-respect is something that can't be killed. The worst thing is to kill a man's pretense at it. | Ayn Rand | ||
| a1584e2 | And that night we knew that to hold the body of women in our arms in neither ugly nor shameful, but the one ecstasy granted to the race of men. | Ayn Rand | ||
| cd98f8c | That's a cute sentence: the years to come. Why are you so sure they're coming? | Ayn Rand | ||
| 68c25f3 | When you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing - When you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors - When you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don't protect you against them, but protect them against you - When you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice - You may know that your society is do.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 3b57f3f | And man will go on. Man, not men. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 04ac097 | She stood at the window, her arms spread wide, holding on to each side of the frame, it was as if she held a piece of the city. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 9026e3d | The age of the skyscraper is gone. This is the age of the housing project. Which is always a prelude to the age of the cave. | housing-projects human-regression objectivism society | Ayn Rand |