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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c5d2c21 | It's always precisely the sort of smug old wanker you would never ever want to end up like. We don't live the way you tell us to because we're afraid that if we do we'll grow up to be like you, and the thought of that is unbearable. It's alright for you because you'll be dead soon anyway, but we've still got another fifty or sixty years to live in this stinking country. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| b55e48e | Such behaviours weren't the reasons parents abused children but the results of abuse. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| ba1ceff | Anyone who's had a visit from them has discovered an important fact about life: namely, that misery grows up all by itself, in a hidden place, without your even being aware of it, and then one day, suddenly, it knocks on your door. Happiness is just the opposite. Happiness is a cute little flower on your veranda, or a baby canary. You can see it growing, little by little, right before your eyes. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 8be5938 | He wakes! The steel giant wakes! Long, long ago he rose from the sea, with the blood of life streaming from his belly. And then they buried him with thunder...and...carrots...at Stonehenge. But now he wakes again. The Age of Rotten Fish is over; the Age of Steel and Bombs is upon us. And he had come to give us life and strength, to free us form these cells, to restore us once again to baseball and ping pong! Sent by God from the Great Beyon.. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 438a9e2 | But why is it that if you imagine a baby who smells of milk, for example, you can't help smiling? Why is there such an agreement around the world about what is or isn't a foul smell? Who decided what smells bad? Is it impossible that somewhere in this world there are people who, if they sat next to a homeless fellow they'd get the urge to snuggle up to him, but if they sat next to a baby they'd get an urge to kill it? | homeless-people life people smells | Ryū Murakami | |
| ddad745 | Yeah. He wants to be a...what do you call those guys?" "A sommelier?" "Right. Said he wanted to see your collection." "At fifteen he's already decided what he wants to be?" "Lots of guys have." "Is that wise? To limit your options at such a young age?" | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 305de68 | I wonder why people you have to meet have to be such liars. They lie as if their lives depended on it. | lies | Ryū Murakami | |
| c5243d7 | Down in the city are the nice houses and the so-so houses and the lovers making out in dark yards and the babies crying for their moms, and I wonder if, other than Jesus, has this ever happened before. Maybe it happens all the time. Maybe there's angry dead all over, hiding in rooms, covered with blankets, bossing around their scared, embarrassed relatives. Because how would we know? | George Saunders | ||
| 22af376 | The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds.. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| c0f9b14 | I think the future is like anything else that's important. It has to be earned. If we don't earn it, we don't have a future at all. And if we don't earn it, we don't deserve it, we have to live in the present, more or less forever. Or worse, we have to live in the past. I think that's probably what love is - a way of earning the future. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 3cdc864 | The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everythign has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 941e196 | And I'd learned, the hard way, that sometimes, even with the purest intentions, we make things worse when we do our best to make things better. | good intentions | Gregory David Roberts | |
| 3bced39 | There's a truth deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the w.. | Gregory David Roberts | ||
| 5dc48ce | In a world without future, each moment is the end of the world. | Alan Lightman | ||
| be866d4 | But rational thoughts lead only to rational thoughts, whereas irrational thoughts lead to new experiences. | Alan Lightman | ||
| d53eb5f | A world with one month is a world of equality. | Alan Lightman | ||
| 99fdeca | He curled his finger under her chin as he rasped, "I'm goin' tae get it right this time, you know." "I believe that, Scot." She gazed up at him with all the love she felt. "That's why you're still the dark horse I'm betting on." | Kresley Cole | ||
| f399925 | Every second we're together, I get under your skin as deeply as you've scarred mine. | thronos | Kresley Cole | |
| 479abdb | So El Dorado is no' a man." In a soft tone, Lucia said, "She's La Dorada, the Gilded Woman. History had it wrong. Really wrong." "Makes sense." "What do you mean?" "Say you were a conquistador, hunting for the Gilded One's gold, yet the native was clever enough to keep a tomb full of it hidden. A native--a woman native-- somehow outwits you?" He shook his head. "Back in the day, I met a few gold-hungry conquistadors, and let's put it this w.. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 1d0e9b4 | I don't know about you driving. What if your beast comes out? I don't think he's got a driver's permit." In a weird voice, she said, "He don't even have his license, Lisa." "Who's Lisa?" She blinked at him. "Weird Science? Never mind, crypt keeper. I'll shoot you a YouTube sometime, through this thing we youngsters like to call 'electronic mail." | Kresley Cole | ||
| c41b700 | I can't let you go. I'll never do that. Not until I die. | Kresley Cole | ||
| e2287c7 | Insight: if a guy I had sex with ever carved a notch into his bedpost, I'd tell him to carve one into mine too--and then to go make me a fucking sammich. | Kresley Cole | ||
| ed6dfb3 | She resolved not to beat herself up because she was attracted to a deadly, vampiric maniac that she yearned to kill. | Kresley Cole | ||
| bbfc65e | Come, touch...but you'll pay a price. | Kresley Cole | ||
| b41d84a | support me in this." She took her sister's face in her hands. "For me, Thronos is all the gold in the world. He's my next heartbeat." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 7558e16 | Age before beauty, Mr. MacRieve. If you think you can fit." "Only humans call me Mr. MacRieve." "I'm not a human. So would you like me to call you Bowen, or Bowe for short?" "Bowe is what my friends call me, so you doona." "No problem. I have a slew of other more fitting names for you. Most of them end in er." "You in the tunnel first." "Don't you think it'd be unbecoming for me to be on my hands and knees in front of you? Besides, you don'.. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 95f3d2b | Witch, he's not coming back," the demon Rydstrom told Mari. "Don't waste your time waiting for him." Cade asked Mari, "What did you do to the Lykae anyway?" She absently murmured, "I've killed him." Mari glanced away from the entrance when met with silence. "He won't regenerate from injuries," she explained. "Unless he returns to me to have it reversed, the hex will eventually destroy him." Tierney, who looked to be Tera's younger brother, .. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 80827db | Obviously, you don't know this, Empress, but you ride with the very one who you in the last game! He's played you false!" "Nope, I knew. He decapitated me. Blah." | Kresley Cole | ||
| eb3cfc8 | We have loyalty, fidelity, honor-- All three are overrated. The only chance you have to demonstrate any of them is to deny yourself something or someone you desire. | Kresley Cole | ||
| b0a519b | I rose and turned to go. Over my shoulder, I said, "Go to hell, Aric." "Already here, wife." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 5621f0f | Nix and Emma: 'Looks like you just found a new talent.' 'Great. Why couldn't I be good at underwater origami or something? | kresley-cole nix-the-ever-knowing nucking-futs-nix | Kresley Cole | |
| 61f23f3 | Trying to draw Matthew into our conversation, I said, "Look, here's Matthew's." I pointed out his card; on it, a smiling young man with an oblivious expression walked a desolate land, carrying a rucksack and a single white rose. A yapping dog nipped at his heels. Matthew tilted his head at the likeness. "In a place where nothing grows, I carry a flower. The memory of you." I smiled at him. "That is so sweet." He frowned. "That literally hap.. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 5e2e649 | You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb?" Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. "That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 155b4e4 | You could've sent a message to a letter station at one of the portal gates." "What should I have written? Dear Harlot, rumor has it that you are very happy with your new life in Rothkalina with your beloved brother Omort. I hear that you have all the gold you could ever want, and I know how much you always enjoyed a good blood orgy. Well done, Melanthe! By the way, would you like to meet for a rational discussion about our future?" "Well. I.. | lanthe-thronos | Kresley Cole | |
| 82a0aa7 | It's easy to sound good. All you do is leave in the parts where you act tough and forget the parts where you get shoved around. | Robert Crais | ||
| 50b7f66 | Talk to her, goddamnit. She ain't a stick of furniture. She is one of God's creatures, and she will hear you. I see these goddamned people walkin' dogs, yakking on their phones, makes me wanna kick their sissy asses. What they got a dog for, they want to talk on their phones? That dog there will understand you, Officer James. She will understand what's in your heart. Am I just shouting at the grass and dog shit out here, or are you reading .. | Robert Crais | ||
| c08aa33 | My father, who lived to ninety-four, often said that the eighties had been one of the most enjoyable decades of his life. He felt, as I begin to feel, not a shrinking but an enlargement of mental life and perspective. One has had a long experience of life, not only one's own life, but others' too. One has seen triumphs and tragedies, booms and busts, revolutions and wars, great achievements and deep ambiguities. One has seen grand theories .. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 57155ae | Why vampires? You write centuries-long family sagas--why not write historical epics without any hint of the supernatural?" "Well, that would be boring, wouldn't it?" "Yeah, God only knows what Tolstoy was thinking." | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| d13833b | But there was not a police car in sight. Sure, Tracy thought in disgust. They're never around when you need them. | Sidney Sheldon | ||
| f135b73 | Once you have the solution, the problem might not be interesting. | Sidney Sheldon | ||
| f3954d8 | He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 9177522 | Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters. | inspirational | Francesca Lia Block | |
| af4d24a | Evolution is not a genetically controlled distortion of one adult form into another; it is a genetically controlled alteration in a developmental program. | Richard Dawkins | ||
| 60e574a | If there is a human moral to be drawn, it is that we must teach our children altruism, for we cannot expect it to be part of their biological nature. | Richard Dawkins |