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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5272f11 | What?" he demanded testily. Trammell raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything." "You're thinking something, though. You've got that shit-eating smirk on your face." "Why would anyone smirk while they eat shit?" Trammell asked rhetorically." | Linda Howard | ||
| 64fad97 | Sometimes I get so depressed 'Bout what I haven't done. -NEVER | Shel Silverstein | ||
| ab66bc4 | I mean, I wouldn't have wanted to be recognized. But I was kind of a prude about cheating on taxes, group sex, murder, and stuff. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| dd64832 | Sinclair doesn't love your sister." "Not yet." I said darkly. "Give him time." "Look, I'm sure he's interested in her--" "Wait till you see her. Just wait." "Like he doesn't have pussy thrown at him from cars?" "What a horrifying mental image." | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 5112cc0 | I slipped one of the shoes off, looked at the inside. Property of Antonia O'Neill Taylor. I knew it. My stepmother! The bitch meant to bury me wearing her cast off shoes! | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| e55e185 | Elizabeth Anne Taylor April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004 Our Sweetheart, Only resting | tombstone | MaryJanice Davidson | |
| d179d2f | It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy" | laura the-ant | MaryJanice Davidson | |
| c0d4fde | George you were very very bad to run away from Alice. Very bad But you were very good to stomp Sinclair when he was being a dick so I think we'll call this a wash. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| e0cc897 | I don't understand." The Consort's smile was bitter. "No. No more do I." "I doubt that." "Do you imply that I lie, Lord Kaylin?" "Clumsy of me. I'm not usually that subtle." | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 9d71e08 | The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn't look too closely at another person's pain. | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| 5d43911 | Happiness was happiness wherever you found it. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 71e3127 | she had given me a piece of what made her life sane. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 9007ead | You tried to slide his original curse back onto him?" Al said in wonder. "At the restaurant? And I stopped you? Sweet mother pus bucket!" he exclaimed, and I swear, dust sifted from the ceiling. "Rachel, we have to work on this communication thing." | Kim Harrison | ||
| c015730 | With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I le.. | rachel-morgan romance trent-kalamack | Kim Harrison | |
| 1d39f4f | Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can't be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about. | trent-kalamack | Kim Harrison | |
| 75351ee | But the same things that had once attracted menow left me with a mild sense of unease. Ivy would say I was getting smarter, but I just felt...empty. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 2cd2d49 | Is anything too hard for the Lord? (Genesis 18:14) | inspirational religious | Anonymous | |
| 4ff22b9 | Fate is but a dying wish... Of a world that is beyond control. Like a single lotus flower, the future blossoms; Upon its petals, two people shall be free. | fate lotus-flower love | Youka Nitta | |
| e44c208 | She shook her head slowly. "I don't believe you. You can't be a cop." "Not a cop." "Federal agent?" "FBI." "Even more unlikely." "J. Edgar rolls over in his grave every day, but that's the way it is." | Sandra Brown | ||
| aafbe81 | Parker] "We know why I kissed you last night, Maris." "To frighten me off." He frowned. "That doesn't even merit an argument. I kissed you because you braved Terry's and showed up everybody in the place, including me. I kissed you because just looking at you made me ache. I kissed you because I'm a rotten son of a bitch and your mouth looked so goddamn kissable. Simply put, I kissed you because I wanted to. It's something I admit and you da.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 8bab698 | By the time I make my way to the border of Mauritania, to the edge of the Sahara, I see no end to being lost. You can spend your entire life simply falling in that direction. It isn't a station you reach but just the general state of going down. Once you make it back, if you make it back, you will stand before your long-lost friends but in some essential way they will no longer know you. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 8b63e45 | What you fear your whole life comes to pass. You end up living toward it, you spend your life running from it but your foot is nailed to the sidewalk. You circle around it until you wear yourself own. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 1a0180a | The boat has become supreme isolation, chosen isolation, holding myself apart from the world, which I only dimly understand anyway. I can sit on the aft deck and never be surprised by anything again- no phone will ever ring, no one will knock that I haven't seen coming for a quarter mile. that I can go to sleep any night and wake up having broken loose- a failed knot, a line frayed, the anchor dragged- that I can drift out of sight of land .. | Nick Flynn | ||
| e2a66c3 | Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4dcc710 | Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b3f8078 | I was the girl who battles oblivion and won. The chances were about 1 percent, but I did it. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 97f44f6 | I think maybe, when I was very young, I witnessed a chaste cheek kiss between the two when it was impossible to avoid. Christmas, birthdays. Dry lips. On their best married days, their communications were entirely transactional: 'We're out of milk again.' (I'll get some today.) 'I need this ironed properly.' (I'll do that today.) 'How hard is it to buy milk?' (Silence.) 'You forgot to call the plumber.' (Sigh.) 'Goddammit, put on your coat,.. | abusive abusive-relationship abusive-relationships bad-parenting broken-home childhood childhood-memories communication depression divorce family father fight fighting fights heartbreak love love-lost mother parenthood parents parents-and-children relationship sexism silence | Gillian Flynn | |
| 26a754a | Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother, | Gillian Flynn | ||
| cebe1e4 | Nick loved me. A six-o kind of love: He looooooved me. But he didn't love me, me. Nick loved a girl who doesn't exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 5384334 | Explain me to myself, you'll make me choke on my lunch. Feel sympathy for me, I'll puke monkey blood on your understated shoes. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 25897a5 | A photograph is a universe of dots. The grain, the halide, the little silver things clumped in the emulsion. Once you get inside a dot, you gain access to hidden information, you slide into the smallest event. This is what technology does. It peels back the shadows and redeems the dazed and rumbling past. It makes reality come true. | history metaphysics photography technology | Don DeLillo | |
| 2ddd6fa | Character -- the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life -- is the source from which self-respect springs. Self-respect is something that our grandparents, whether or not they had it, knew all about. They had instilled in them, young, a certain discipline, the sense that one lives by doing things one does not particularly want to do, by putting fears and doubts to one side, by weighing immediate comforts against the possibil.. | Joan Didion | ||
| f81f204 | I hear a new tone when acquaintances ask how I am, a tone I have not before noticed and find increasing distressing, even humiliating: these acquaintances seem as they ask impatient, half concerned, half querulous, as if no longer interested in the answer. As if all too aware that the answer will be a complaint. I determine to speak, if asked how I am, only positively. I frame the cheerful response. What I believe to be the cheerful respon.. | Joan Didion | ||
| efc0c44 | that each ejaculation contains several billion sperm cells -or roughly the same number as there are people in the world- which means that, in himself, each man holds the potential of an entire world. And what would happen, could it happen, is the full range of possibilities: a spawn of idiots and geniuses, of the beautiful and the deformed, of saints, catatonics, thieves, stock brokers, and high-wire artists. Each man, therefore, is the ent.. | Paul Auster | ||
| e9efb05 | The progressive development of man is vitally dependent on invention. | tesla | Nikola Tesla | |
| 9e9fa2d | The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life. | William Golding | ||
| aa65057 | I tell you, money can't build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper. | impossibility money power | William Golding | |
| 0a3443a | This man has talent, that man genius And here's the strange and cruel difference: | poetry talent w-h-davies | William Henry Davies | |
| 81add8f | Daylight might have answered yes; but darkness and the horrors of death said no. | William Golding | ||
| 62c3dcc | Iti spun un lucru. Ce este mai apropiat decat fratele de frate, mama de copil?Ce este mai apropiat decat mana de gura, gandul de minte? E viziunea, Roger. Nu ma astept ca tu sa intelegi asta... -Dar pricep,mai incape vorba! Jocelin isi inalta chipul si deodata zambi: -Chiar intelegi? -Dar vine clipa in care viziunea nu mai e decat jocul copilului de-a-sa-zicem. -Aha! Clatina din cap, incet, atent; si luminile plutira. -Atunci nu intelegi de.. | visionary | William Golding | |
| 8a53fbb | Le piu grandi idee sono le piu semplici. | William Golding | ||
| 32d823d | He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery. | William Golding | ||
| 99a777d | What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child | family heaven murder pergatory personal-growth rape | Alice Sebold | |
| 768df81 | Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you. | Alice Sebold |