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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| df2b357 | I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 22dbdd2 | One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ee9c865 | I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| e83aa57 | The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy--that is every man's tragedy. | existence loneliness roth tragedy | Philip Roth | |
| 7e61b78 | He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start. | Philip Roth | ||
| e1ebb83 | But cities aren't like people; they live on and on, even though their reason for being where they are has gone downriver and out to sea. | reasons | John Updike | |
| f633089 | Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works. | John Updike | ||
| 7e079b0 | lmwt lys nhy@ kl shy , whdh mw'kd , wlknh mw'lm l~ HdW l ymkn tSwWrh , wtHmWl hdh l'lm Gyr lmHdwd S`b l~ HdW 'n jzan mn `qly yr~ mkhrjh lwHyd nsyn hdh l'mr wlndf` bqw@ nHw nwm hny' . | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 23e635e | qbl fkhr mykhrdm khh gh dw nfr bh hm hmyshh rst bgn ,y`ny `yn Hqyqt rw bgn,byd khyly bhm Smymy bshn wly lan dydm khh ngr byd bry HfZ Smymyt, b`Dy jh drwG hm bgy | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| addd24b | Despite the loss they were suffering, they'd both relaxed - as people do when they realize they've run out of chances for happiness | suffering | Orhan Pamuk | |
| b1133ce | Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it. | cross keep-walking | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| 22b238c | When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 71995e7 | I'm nobody's daughter now. I'm through with that. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 9e6bd3a | How crucial for us to rehearse the future, in words. Never to doubt that you will live to utter them. Never to doubt that you will tell . | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 0e484a4 | It's the arrangement of events which makes the stories. It's throwing away, compressing, underlining. Hindsight can give structure to anything, but you have to be able to see it. Breathing, waking and sleeping: our lives are steamed and shaped into stories. Knowing that is what keeps me from going insane, and though I don't like to admit it, sometimes it's the only thing. | Carol Shields | ||
| eb84991 | depression in its major stages possesses no quickly available remedy: failure of alleviation is one of the most distressing factors of the disorder as it reveals itself to the victim, and one that helps situate it squarely in the category of grave diseases. | depressed depression disease distress grave-disease help mental-illness remedy victim | William Styron | |
| 0f8154c | What I had begun to discover is that, mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from normal experience, the grey drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. But it is not an immediately identifiable pain, like that of a broken limb. It may be more accurate to say that despair, owing to some evil trick played upon the sick brain by the inhabiting psyche, comes to resemble the diabolical discomfort of.. | William Styron | ||
| 9658bcd | She thinks I'm a drug dealer. (Chris) 'The most "illegal" thing the boy had ever done was to walk past a Salvation Army Santa Claus, once, without dropping money into the kettle.' (Wulf)" -- | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 885a2ea | Rain Man! I had seen the film. I did not identify in any way with Rain Man, who was inarticulate, dependent, and unemployable. A society of Rain Men would be dysfunctional. A society of Don Tillmans would be efficient, safe, and pleasant for all of us. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 5ec4285 | Gabriel discourages emotional attachments the way most of us discourage door-to-door salesmen. They're inconvenient, intrusive, and liable to end up saddling you with something you never wanted in the first place, at a cost far higher than you wish to pay. | emotions | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 13ad75a | A word of advice about Ricky ..." Gabriel said as he swung his car from the end of the drive. "Is it going to cost me?" I waved off his answer. "Whatever you're going to say, save your breath." "I overheard him offering you a ride on his motorcycle. I don't believe you understand what that entails." "Grass, gas, or ass. No one rides for free." I looked over at him. "I've seen the T-shirt." "I don't think you're taking this seriously, Olivia.. | gabriel-walsh olivia-jones ricky | Kelley Armstrong | |
| c8cf117 | Dad!" he shouted, loud enough to make my ears ring. "Dad! You need to get down here!" (Derek) Chloe held open the door and whispered to me, "I could say he's not always like this, but I'd be lying." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| dca6718 | There are just as many bitches out there as bastards. Equal opportunity asshole-ism. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 39973b9 | in some ways I relied on that- someone to keep me thinking, keep me striving to do better, keep me from burying my head and praying it all worked out. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 26ca291 | He lifted his brows. "If I really thought it was the absolute best thing for our kids, you'd have had a battle on your hands. That was just a debate." "With chair-throwing." "Heated debate. Fights involve chair-breaking. Chair-throwing is just getting your attention." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| c2a43f9 | If I was crazy, would I know it? That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better. | sanity | kelley armstrong | |
| 96f11bf | And after all, one does not die of it." "Die of what?" I asked swiftly. "Of being afraid." | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 42c0a99 | I will keep the colour of your eyes until no other in the world remembers your name. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 0c427a3 | Outside, the night lay coiled in the street, cobra-cold and scaled with stars. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d31791d | Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 2e789ca | My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately, it seems to be working backward at the moment, and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time; but frankly, you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this .. | magic potential | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 12ceafc | Sure there's a hell..." I could hear him saying it now, now, as I lay here on bed with her breath in my face, and her body squashed against me... "It is the drab desert where the sun sheds neither warmth nor light and Habit force-feeds senile Desire. It is the place here mortal Want dwells with immortal Necessity, and the night becomes hideous with the groans of one and the ecstatic shrieks of the other. Yes, there is a hell, my boy, and yo.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 2eb0e37 | Dad always said that he had enough trouble sorting the fiction out of so-called facts, without reading fiction. He always said that science was already too muddled without trying to make it jibe with religion. He said those things, but he also said that science itself could be a religion, that a broad mind was always in danger of becoming narrow. | Jim Thompson | ||
| a605749 | I'd forgotten about it, and now I forgot it again. There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living. | forgotten living memories past | Jim Thompson | |
| aceccf4 | You've got forever, but that's no time at all. You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators. | forever life trapped | Jim Thompson | |
| 48aad59 | Did you ever think much about jobs? I mean, some of the jobs people land in? You see a guy giving haircuts to dogs, or maybe going along the curb with a shovel, scooping up horse manure. And you think, now why is the silly bastard doing that? He looks fairly bright, about as bright as anyone else. Why the hell does he do that for living? You kind grin and look down your nose at him. You think he's nuts, know what I mean, or he doesn't have .. | fiction noir | Jim Thompson | |
| 2231761 | He kept his back turned and his eyes closed, feeling no shame or anger but only an increasing sickness of soul. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 65b2501 | Her mind moved around and around the subject, moving with a kind of fuzzy firmness. With no coherent thought process, she arrived at a conviction - a habit with the basically insecure; an insecurity whose seeds are invariably planted earlier, in under or over-protectiveness, in a distrust in parental authority which becomes all authority. It can later, with maturity - a flexible concept - be laughed away, dispelled by determined clear think.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| f044c7f | Dzhonni, otkuda ty znaesh', kakoi ia? Razve chelovek mozhet byt' uveren v tom, chto znaet chto-to? Malysh, my zhivem v zabavnom mire, v svoeobraznoi tsivilizatsii. V etom mire politseiskie stanoviatsia prokhodimtsami, a prokhodimtsy vypolniaiut ikh obiazannosti. Politiki stanoviatsia propovednikami, a propovedniki - politikami. Nalogovye inspektory sobiraiut nalogi dlia sebia. Plokhie liudi khotiat, chtoby u nas bylo bol'she deneg, a khoros.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| d5c4c92 | it hung above the livid, bruised land like an admonition | Iain M. Banks | ||
| a6273ae | I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 4acada5 | I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause - no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| fa122c0 | You're my very favourite person in the known universe | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f364a48 | I'd been broken beyond repair. | Stephenie Meyer |