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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 423a1ed | All that summer and fall she painted, mornings, afternoons, evenings, then walked around the streets that were still echoing the music of the masters, and every stone, every pebble seemed to have a life and reason of its own and she somehow felt, though vaguely, a part of that reason. Some nights she would sit in the cafe with other young artists and poets and musicians and who knows what else, drinking wine and talking and laughing and dis.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| 6028e2f | They laughed and put their arms around each other and kissed, first gently, then more passionately, and Harry pulled his face back a few inches and looked lovingly at Marion, I love you, and kissed her on the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then her soft lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, then nuzzled his face in her hair and caressed her back with his hands and breathed her name in her ear, Marion, Marion, I love you, and she ge.. | Hubert Selby Jr. | ||
| fa87eaf | I turn sentences around. That's my life. I write a sentence and then I turn it around. Then I look at it and I turn it around again. Then I have lunch. Then I come back in and write another sentence. Then I have tea and turn the new sentence around. Then I read the two sentences over and turn them both around. Then I lie down on my sofa and think. Then I get up and throw them out and start from the beginning. And if I knock off from this ro.. | Philip Roth | ||
| ea0f0f5 | So. Now you know the worst thing I have ever done. I fucked my own family's dinner. | Philip Roth | ||
| e5491b6 | It's a family joke that when I was a tiny child I turned from the window out of which I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, "Momma, do we believe in winter?" | Philip Roth | ||
| 4d7e80f | Oh, to be a center fielder, a center fielder- and nothing more | Philip Roth | ||
| 0595d42 | She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she had managed to keep it inside her this long was astounding to James. He thought of pushing open the half-closed door and kneeling before his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and helping her upstairs. He raised his hand, stroking the wood of the door, planning to say something to calm her. But what wisdom could he off.. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f014297 | No renuncies jamas a tus suenos, los cuerdos nada saben del sueno admirable de un loco!>> | crazy dreams-inspirational madness poem | Charles Baudelaire | |
| e445e36 | Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 65084c5 | With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's Steep height, and saw the city as from a tower, Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells, Where evil comes up softly like a flower. Thou knowest, O Satan, patron of my pain, Not for vain tears I went up at that hour; But like an old sad faithful lecher, fain To drink delight of that enormous trull Whose hellish beauty makes me young again. Whether thou sleep, with heavy vapors full, Sodden with da.. | poetry | Charles Baudelaire | |
| c78989f | Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself. | Karen Russell | ||
| d833624 | When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them. | karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| f9f2a6e | Moloch who entered my soul early. Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body. Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy. Moloch whom I abandon. Wake up in Moloch.. Light streaming out of the sky. Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! Invisible suburbs! Skeleton treasuries! Blind capitals! Demonic industries! Spectral nations! Invincible madhouses! Granite cocks! Monstrous bombs! They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven.... | urban-life | Allen Ginsberg | |
| a189a92 | who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, | beauty-alone death impatience insight sadness travel | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 5699bf0 | You were right, I suppose, in keeping your distance. I was too intent on self-fulfillment, and rather crude about it, with all my harlequinade and conscious manipulation of your pity. | beat-generation jack-kerouac love unrequited-love | Allen Ginsberg | |
| a09a824 | America this is quite serious | america beat ginsberg | allen ginsberg | |
| fa6485e | I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter | beatnik howl writing | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 6d74a8d | The madman bum and angel beat in time with the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| b974cbf | I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border or laying in a hotel room over the body of some suffering man or woman; rather jar my body down the road, crying by a diner in the Western sun; rather crawl on my naked belly over the tincans of Cincinnati; rather drag a rotten railroad tie to a Golgotha in.. | drugs life madness poetry | Allen Ginsberg | |
| aaa8c44 | if all else fails you can read | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| a865808 | Selfishly, perhaps, Catti-brie had determined that the assassin was her own business. He had unnerved her, had stripped away years of training and discipline and reduced her to the quivering semblance of a frightened child. But she was a young woman now, no more a girl. She had to personally respond to that emotional humiliation, or the scars from it would haunt her to her grave, forever paralyzing her along her path to discover her true po.. | discipline emotional humiliation life paralyzing potential scars training unnerved woman young | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 8594b43 | Do not seek perfection. None exists. All we can do is strive. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| dff7548 | You know zat another term for an iconographer would be 'photographer'? From the old word 'photus' in Latation, vhich means--" "'To prance around like an idiot ordering everyone about as if you owned the place,'" said William. "Ah, you know it!" | photographer | Terry Pratchett | |
| 98379af | You're not going to tell me they built fifty-foot-high killer golems, are you?" "Only a man would think of that. It's our job," said Moist. "If you don't think of fifty-foot-high killer golems first, someone else will." | funny humor irony men weapons | Terry Pratchett | |
| dd364b7 | It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the the kind of delibrate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 5106d80 | Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 7eb196e | STARS EXPLODE, WORLDS COLLIDE, THERE'S HARDLY ANYWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE HUMANS CAN LIVE WITHOUT BEING FROZEN OR FRIED, AND YET YOU BELIEVE THAT A... A BED IS A NORMAL THING. IT IS THE MOST AMAZING TALENT. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3bb8fad | As the message drained away Vimes stared at the opposite wall, in which the door now opened, after a cursory knock, to reveal the steward bearing that which is guaranteed to frighten away all nightmares, to wit, a cup of hot tea.* * The sound of the gentle rattle of china cup on china saucer drives away all demons, a little-known fact. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| daa7bfc | The Ramkins were more highly bred than a hilltop bakery, whereas Corporal Nobbs had been disqualified from the human race for shoving. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 82b58f2 | They were also slightly less intelligent than he was. This is a quality you should always pray for in your would-be murderer. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 69057ce | You are very clever," said the old man shyly. "I would like to eat your brains, one day." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3a767a6 | The Librarian shyly held out a small, battered green book. Vimes had been expecting something bigger, but he took it anyway. It paid to look at any book the orangutan gave you. He matched you up to books. Vimes supposed it was a knack, in the same way that an undertaker was very good at judging heights. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a35c5bb | Behind her, Preston grunted and said, "I know it's not the right thing to say to a lady, miss, but you are sweating like a pig!" Tiffany, trying to get her shattered thoughts together, muttered, "My mother always said that horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies merely glow..." "Is that so?" said Preston cheerfully. "Well, miss, you are glowing like a pig!" | tiffany-aching | Terry Pratchett | |
| dfd0341 | People like that don't need a reason apart from "because I can". They have a nightmare and try to make it happen." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 927209c | She sat silently in her rocking chair. Some people are good at talking, but Granny Weatherwax was good at silence. She could sit so quiet and still that she faded. You forgot she was there. The room became empty. Tiffany thought of it as the I'm-not-here spell, if it was a spell. She reasoned that everyone had something inside them that told the world they were there. That was why you could often sense when someone was behind you, even if .. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 8129392 | Here's what I suggest," he said. "You pretend that rats can think, and I'll promise to pretend that humans can think, too." | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c3d3e9f | There are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide. | night sleep | Terry Pratchett | |
| 8d05598 | Crivens!' 'Oh no, not them,' said the Queen, throwing up her hands. It wasn't just the Nac Mac Feegles, but also Wentworth, a strong smell of seaweed, a lot of water and a dead shark. They appeared in mid-air and landed in a heap between Tiffany and the Queen. But a pictsie was always ready for a fight, and they bounced, rolled and came up drawing their swords and shaking sea water out of their hair. 'Oh, 'tis you, izzut?' said Rob Anybody,.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fe976c7 | Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories. | terry pratchett | ||
| ea6ee2c | Far more beguiling than the idea that evil can be destroyed by throwing a piece of expensive jewelry into a volcano is the possibility that evil can be defused by talking. The fantasy of justice is more interesting than the fantasy of fairies, and more truly fantastic. | fantasy humanism justice talking the-one-ring | Terry Pratchett | |
| ab70741 | It's amazing how people define roles for themselves and put handcuffs on their experience and are constantly surprised by the things a roulette universe spins at them. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 26b6746 | That is because you don't yet know how to deal with time," said Wen. "But I will teach you to deal with time as you would deal with a coat, to be worn when necessary and discarded when not." "Will I have to wash it?" said Clodpool. Wen gave him a long, slow look. "That was either a very complex piece of thinking on your part, Clodpool, or you were just trying to overextend a metaphor in a rather stupid way. Which, do you think, it was?" Clo.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e9742f1 | They were small, brightly coloured, happy little creatures who secreted some of the nastiest toxins in the world, which is why the job of looking after the large vivarium where they happily passed their days was given to first-year students, on the basis that if they got things wrong there wouldn't be too much education wasted. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 06fc195 | It was impossible for him to get bored. He just didn't have the imagination. | Terry Pratchett |