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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| eb72a64 | There is a thought that stops thought. That is the only thought that ought to be stopped. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 8cee2b5 | Progress is Providence without God. That is, it is a theory that everything has always perpetually gone right by accident. It is a sort of atheistic optimism, based on an everlasting coincidence far more miraculous than a miracle. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| 2f9ec4d | And Will knew what it was to see his daemon. As she flew down to the sand, he felt his heart tighten and release in a way he never forgot. Sixty years and more would go by, and as an old man he would still feel some sensations as bright and fresh as ever: Lyra's fingers putting the fruit between his lips under the gold-and-silver trees; her warm mouth pressing against his; his daemon being torn from his unsuspecting breast as they entered t.. | memory | Philip Pullman | |
| 23a46d3 | when all the openings were closed, then the worlds would all be restored to their proper relations with one another, Lyra's Oxford and Will's would lie over each other again, like transparent images on two sheets of film being moved closer and closer until they merged-although they would never truly touch. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 7daecad | You going to be a scientist when you grow up?" That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got." | Philip Pullman | ||
| ec46735 | Marisa! Marisa!" The cry was torn from Lord Asriel, and with the snow leopard beside her, with a roaring in her ears, Lyra's mother stood and found her footing and leapt with all her heart, to hurl herself against the angel and her daemon and her dying lover, and seize those beating wings, and bear them all down together into the abyss." | Philip Pullman | ||
| 8a7cf1a | When she saw how they worked, not on their own but two by two, working their trunks together to tie a knot, she realized why they'd been so astonished by her hands, because of course she could tie knots on her own. At first she felt that this gave an advantage--she needed no one else-- and then she realized how it cut her off from others. Perhaps all human beings were like that. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 7e98e03 | But you cannot change what you are, only what you do. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 893a67d | Miles was still mourning the loss of his Romantic Plan. 'There was going to be champagne, and oysters, and you' -- he held out both hands as though shifting a piece of furniture -- 'were going to be sitting there, and I was going to get down on one knee, and...and... | miles-is-awesome relationships romance | Lauren Willig | |
| 4b597cb | For a long moment, he held her gaze without speaking, simply letting the impact of words sink in, before adding rapidly, as though he wished to get it over with as quickly as possible, "I won't deny that you're beautiful. No mirror could tell you otherwise. But there are beautiful women for the buying in any brothel in London. Oh yes, and the ballrooms, too, if one has the proper price. It wasn't your appearance that caught me. It was the w.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 8eae399 | I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren't drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that n.. | noir sex | James M. Cain | |
| 8b5ff6b | The greatest of all weaknesses is the fear of appearing weak. | Andrew Hunt | ||
| 93f7229 | I remember the Hunt from ten years ago. How for months afterward I didn't dare fall asleep because of the nightmares that would invade my mind: hideous images of an imagines Hunt, wet and violent and full of blood. Horrific cries of fear and panic, the sound of flesh ripped and bones crushed puncturing the night stillness. | the-hunt | Andrew Fukuda | |
| 4fc1d75 | A black raven flew past me and landed on the back of the couch. Roman slapped his hand over his face. "There you are," the raven said in Evdokia's voice. "Ungrateful son." "Here we go..." Roman muttered. "Eighteen hours in labor and that's what I get. He can't even pick up the phone to talk to his own mother." "Mother, can't you see I have people here?" "I bet if their mothers called them, they would pick up." That would be a neat trick for.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 47db7b8 | Anticipation zinged through me. I knew exactly how much space separated us. I felt every inch of it, charged with electric energy. If he touched me right now, I'd probably jump a foot in the air. I stared straight ahead. We didn't do well in a small, confined space. This was a terrible idea. Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d8420a3 | I'm going to shoot him," I squeezed through my teeth. "No, that would be murder," Grandma Frida told me, her voice soothing. "You've had a long day. Let's put your magic away. You know what you need? A nice cup of chamomile tea and a tranquilizer . . ." I" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3398397 | You have to live a little." Grandma fitted the track bar into the cog on the track. "Go out with a bad boy. Run headfirst into a fight. Get roaring drunk. Something!" | nevada-baylor | Ilona Andrews | |
| ced3b46 | George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forwar, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, 'My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 13bfac3 | If he ever frosted his hair blue, he'd look like a gas burner. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| a089e2b | The way she sat now, leaning forward frowning, biting her pink bottom lip, her shirt dipping to reveal a hint of her cleavage... He wondered idly if he could get her to bend over a little farther... "Just what are you staring at, exactly?" Kadar snapped back to reality. "You. You've been thinking hard for the last five minutes. It's not good for you to strain your pretty little head like that. I'm waiting for the steam to shoot out of your .. | kaldar rudeness | Ilona Andrews | |
| 416e7ce | People around me died, usually in horrible and bloody ways. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3fac8f9 | I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 4833269 | You don't cause problems. An unpiloted vampire causes problems. You cause catastrophes. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ed820ce | Audrey kept moving with practiced quickness, stepping over roots protruding over the trail and pushing ferns and branches out of her way. She kept a brisk pace, but Kaldar didn't mind. From his vantage point, he had an excellent view of her shapely butt. It was a butt that deserved some scrutiny. "If you're waiting for my behind to do a trick, you're out of luck," Audrey called over her shoulder. "How the hell did you even know?" Did she ha.. | kaldar women-s-intuition | Ilona Andrews | |
| d52e2bd | At the core, our motives are always self-serving, Kate. Altruism is a fog created by sly minds seeking to benefit from the energy and skill of others. Nothing more. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f2d6c12 | Good morning, Ms. Daniels. I'm calling to inform you that Julie has left our premises." Not again. Curran's arms closed around me and he hugged me to him. I leaned back against him. "How?" "She mailed herself." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 6d9ec73 | Jim wasn't just a badass. He was a badass who wrote a book for badasses on how to be a badder badass. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 9adabff | What happened?" "You fell." "Really? What did I fall into?" "My fist." "That explains the headache." | saiman | Ilona Andrews | |
| 02aa7c5 | Rose put down her fork. "Lord Submarine..." "Camarine." "Whatever." | on-the-edge rose | Ilona Andrews | |
| fd65162 | He plugged the phone into the outlet. It rang. Roman stared at it as if it were a viper. The phone rang again. He unplugged it. "There." "It can't be that bad," I told him. "Oh, it's bad." Roman nodded. "My dad refused to help my second sister buy a house, because he doesn't like her boyfriend. My mother called him and it went badly. She cursed him. Every time he urinates, the stream arches up and over." | kate-daniels voron | Ilona Andrews | |
| a8c6f33 | I'm a known fugitive who likes to set people on fire. Come away with me so we can have hot sex while the entire city is trying to shoot me in the head. If I get bored, I'll barbecue you for my amusement. Sure, let me get my shoes. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 40a43da | We have to stop anyway. I don't want you to regret this later. And I don't want your head to explode." "Really? You're so good that my head would explode?" It took him a moment. His expression changed from intense to speculative. "It's a possibility. I'm not a doctor, but Doolittle says it could happen." "That's a lot of expectation to live up to." "I exceed expectations." So modest, too." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 07cb929 | Whoa'' . . . Leonard started. Cuddles reared and tossed her head. The vamp slid on the glass and she dragged him left. ''Whoa'' . . . She dragged him right. ''Come on!'' Cuddles kept turning and rearing, her huge body going up and down, jerking the undead to and fro like a cheerleader with a pompom. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 0a47e09 | Failure happened. The trick was to accept the risk and try anyway. | failure ilona-andrews the-edge | Ilona Andrews | |
| 69845d0 | There are times in life when sugar turns into medicine. This was one of those times. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 2aa6555 | I'm starving. I haven't had anything to eat since I stole a bear claw from your kitchen this morning." "You didn't steal it. All my bear claws are yours." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d78b0a7 | Honey, we can fill this place with what we know and you don't. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| bbf71d7 | Carnal embrace is the practice of throwing one's arms around a side of beef. | carnal-embrace carnal-knowledge coitus flesh intercourse meat sex | Tom Stoppard | |
| a66d14c | Let me get it straight. Your father was king. You were his only son. Your father dies. You are of age. Your uncle becomes king." "Yes." "Unorthodox." | tom-stoppard unorthodox | Tom Stoppard | |
| 6faac30 | Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over...Death is not anything...death is not...It's the absence of presence, nothing more...the endless time of never coming back...a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound... | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 9f9cb1e | The bad end unhappily; the good, unluckily. That is what tragedy means. | good tragedy | Tom Stoppard | |
| 9aec005 | The trouble is, I can't find a part of myself where you're not important. I write in order to be worth your while and to finance the way I want to live with you. Not the way you want to live. The way I want to live with you. Without you I wouldn't care. I'd eat tinned spaghetti and put on yesterday's clothes. But as it is I change my socks, and make money, and tart up Brodie's unspeakable drivel into speakable drivel so he can be an author .. | relationships | Tom Stoppard | |
| 285a683 | Butler," he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind. | Eoin Colfer | ||
| 89389fd | And if history had taught any lessons it was that humans couldn't get along with anyone, even themselves. | Eoin Colfer |