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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 82d4a89 | If we don't accept any common beliefs, we can't exist in spacetime. But when we don't believe in age, at least we don't have to die because our numbers change. [...] When you don't believe in birthdays, the idea of aging turns a little foreign to you. You don't fall into trauma over your sixteenth birthday or your thirtieth or the big Five-Oh or the deadly Century. You measure your life by what you learn, not by counting how many calendars .. | Richard Bach | ||
| dee2375 | It's okay is a cosmic truth...It's okay. If there were nothing here for us to learn, we wouldn't bother to pay the fare. | Richard Bach | ||
| 31eef56 | I have a way of finding what is true for me, and it's not finished yet. | Richard Bach | ||
| 3e1aa54 | Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 08718ff | He said: "I'm going to send you over. The chances are you'll get off with life. That means you'll be out again in twenty years. You're an angel. I'll wait for you." He cleared his throat. "If they hang you I'll always remember you." | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 237ece3 | At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 2ee24c7 | You guys take over while I go put on a shirt." Mrs. Kulavich had edged close enough to hear him. She beamed at him. "Don't bother on my account," she said. "Sadie!" Mr. Kulavich said in rebuke. "Oh, hush, George! I'm old, not dead!" "I'll remind you of that the next time I want to watch the Playboy Channel," he growled." | Linda Howard | ||
| 26dfe5f | amusement in her eyes and had to grin. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that excluded everyone else in the cafe and made several women draw in their breath. Her mouth quirked in that self-amusement that made him want to grab her to him. "This isn't one of my good days. The only thing holding me together is static cling." "Come home with me, and I'll take care of you." She looked him i.. | Linda Howard | ||
| ac4da2f | You see?" he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. "All I have to do is touch you. It's the same for me, Faith. I don't like this worth a damn, but by God, I want you, and we're going to do something about it." | Linda Howard | ||
| 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 | ||
| ccd8ff6 | There but for the grace of God,' said John Bradford in the sixteenth century, on seeing wretches led to execution, 'go I.' What this apparently compassionate observation really means--not that it really 'means' anything--is, 'There by the grace of God goes someone else. | Christopher Hitchens | ||
| cc9d1dc | The essence of tyranny is not iron law. It is capricious law. | law tyranny | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 2867383 | Flaubert was right when he said that our use of language is like a cracked kettle on which we bang out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we need to move the very stars to pity. | Christopher Hitchens | ||
| d322dc9 | Forget it. Never explain; never apologize. You can either write posthumously or you can't. | literature nadine-gordimer writing | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 3caf720 | If the counsel of the peaceniks had been followed, Kuwait would today be the nineteenth province of Iraq. Bosnia would be a trampled and cleansed province of Greater Serbia, Kosovo would have been emptied of most of its inhabitants, and the Taliban would still be in power in Afghanistan. Yet nothing seems to disturb the contented air of moral superiority of those that intone the "peace movement"." | leftism noninterventionism pacifism peace-movement | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 28d23ab | Never ask while you are doing it if what you are doing is fun. Don't introduce even your most reliably witty acquaintance as someone who will set the table on a roar. | fun pressure wit | Christopher Hitchens | |
| 0484503 | The difference between mad people and sane people . . . is that sane people have variety when they talk-story. Mad people have only one story that they talk over and over. | Maxine Hong Kingston | ||
| 5a7573a | I'm going to order us a drink. A bourbon sounds excellent on this crisp fall afternoon." Ian signaled for the waiter. "Against my better judgment, I'll order you a glass of wine. According to your credit card statement, you had a staggering amount of chardonnay delivered to your apartment last month. I think you might want to take one of those 'Could I Be an Alcoholic' quizzes the next time you come across one, just to see what it says." | Tracey Garvis-Graves | ||
| bf1e67c | Your scorn for mediocrity blinds you to its vast primitive power. You stand in the glare of your own brilliance, unable to see into the dim corners of the room, to dilate your eyes and see the potential dangers of the mass, the wad of humanity. Even as I tell you this, dear student, you cannot quite believe that lesser men, in whatever numbers, can really defeat you. But we are in the age of the mediocre man. He is dull, colorless, boring -.. | inarticulate masses shibumi wad | Trevanian | |
| c5ee90c | It would be a dull world if we all thought alike. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| b66cb65 | I do not know You God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 356fcd9 | Smugness is the Great Catholic Sin. | pride sin smugness | Flannery O'Connor | |
| 9835a08 | Dogma is the guardian of mystery. The doctrines are spiritually significant in ways that we cannot fathom. | dogma mystery | Flannery O'Connor | |
| 657782e | In the greatest fiction, the writer's moral sense coincides with his dramatic sense, and I see no way for it to do this unless his moral judgement is part of the very act of seeing, and he is free to use it. I have heard it said that belief in Christian dogma is a hindrance to the writer, but I myself have found nothing further from the truth. Actually, it frees the storyteller to observe. It is not a set of rules which fixes what he sees i.. | Flannery O'Connor | ||
| 4cb45b9 | Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead," The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He shown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, then it's nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can by killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but.. | Flannery O'Connor |