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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4edfe96 | Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts Nor the woman in the ambulance Whore red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly .... Oh my God, what am I | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 923812b | This is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you Don't know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant. There's no getting up it by the words you know. No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a4c17ca | With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some g.. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| e355af9 | I am the magician's girl who does not flinch. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 24faa10 | I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren't many around, I often unconsciously manufacture my own. and then, I retreat and revel in poetry and literature where the reward value is tangible and accepted. I really do not think deeply. really deeply. I want a romantic nonexistant hero. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a6f5916 | A woman's beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine. The curve by which the back modulates into the buttocks. It is here that grace sits and rides a woman's body. | John Updike | ||
| b6171df | The mind cannot fall asleep as long as it watches itself. Only when the mind moves unwatched and becomes absorbed in images that tug it as it were to one side does self-consciousness dissolve and sleep with its healing, brilliantly detailed fictions pour in upon the jittery spirit. Falling asleep is a study in trust. Likewise, religion tries to put as ease with the world. Being human cannot be borne alone. We need other presences. We need s.. | religion self-consciousness sleep | John Updike | |
| 0df486e | We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies. | John Updike | ||
| 9185732 | Sex is like money; only too much is enough. | love money passion power sex | John Updike | |
| 33a7fc7 | All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed. | John Updike | ||
| 0e0878c | The fucking world is running out of gas. | cynicism rabbit-angstrom | John Updike | |
| f3bcc0e | I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers. | John Cheever | ||
| 04bdac7 | sh`rt bdf fy dkhly w 'n '`ml , km sh`rt 'nny mn `bd llh lSlHyn . thmW d`wt l~ llh mTwWlan lky l yHrmny sh`wr lSlH hdh . | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 71abef3 | WHAT MAKES CITY LIFE MEANINGFUL IS THE THINGS WE HIDE. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| d6ffdd9 | No one recognises the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it. It may well be that in a moment of joy, one might sincerely believe that they are living that golden instant 'now', even having lived such moments before, but whatever they say, in one part of their hearts they still believe that a happier moment to come. Because how could anyone, particularly anyone who is young, carry on with the belief that everything could only .. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 3514dfa | Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul. | memories | Orhan Pamuk | |
| be58fe2 | lHb hw lrGb@ fy 'n ttmsk bsr`@ bshkhS akhr w'n tkwn m` fy nfs lmkn; fhw lrGb@ fy 'l tSbH mhtm bl`lm w'nt tHtDn lakhr. nh rGb@ mlH@ fy l`thwr `l~ mrf' amn lrwHk lnsny@. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| def9cd4 | Are you an angel that approaching you should be so terrifying? | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 7cac936 | After a time, my hand had become as skilled as my eyes. So if I was drawing a very fine tree, it felt as if my hand was moving without me directly it. As I watched the pencil race across the page, I would look on it in amazement, as if the drawing were the proof of another presence, as if someone else had taken up residence in my body. As I marveled at his work aspiring to become his equal, another part of my brain was busy inspecting the c.. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 6e3cd85 | When the morning light came into the room it found them curled together in a nest of red and white sheets. It revealed also marks, all over the pale cool skin: handprints around the narrow waist, sliding impressions from delicate strokes, like weals, raised rosy discs where his lips had rested lightly. He cried out, when he saw her, that he had hurt her. No, she said, she was part icewoman, it was her nature, she had an icewoman's skin that.. | A. S. Byatt | ||
| 5824844 | Courage and endurance are useless if they are never tested. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| ac9c2d9 | Surely you have to succeed, if you give everything you have.' 'I don't see why. Everyone has to give everything they have eventually. They have to die. Dying can't be called a success. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 0138d84 | This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone. | life nostalgia technology telephone | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| 035f6fb | I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space- who else? | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| a444a51 | The challenge is to resist circumstances. Any idiot can be happy in a happy place, but moral courage is required to be happy in a hellhole. | life philosophy | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| b571675 | From Mother you will inherit the belief that you can journey to your fate, there's a place to be located on a map that's destiny. If only you can get there. If it isn't too late. If no one stops you. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| cd00a62 | Dreaming her way backward in time, resurrecting images, the young girl realized, with wonder, that the absent are always present, that you don't make them go away simply because you get on a train and head off in a particular direction. | Carol Shields | ||
| 78295e5 | One of the century's most famous intellectual pronouncements comes at the beginning of The Myth of Sisyphus: "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy." | William Styron | ||
| 060948f | Hold him. Because if Jericho dies, I'm going to tear his heart out of his chest and feed it to him. (Delphine) Given the ass-whipping you just gave him, I'm sure you will. Remind me to -never- upset that woman. (Zeth) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 0f7a9d6 | Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| b463905 | Believe me, I have better things to do than sabotage your friendships. No one else's world revolves around you, Cassandra." -Paige to Cassandra" | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 7f2cadb | Oddly enough, I find the best hostages are the live ones. - Karl | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 47a305c | Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?" | hope mateson | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 70f9003 | Still sitting, he reached out and pulled me toward him. We stayed there, looking at each other, his hand still wrapped in my shirt hem, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. when I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one army going around my waist, tentative, as if to say I.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 7d30738 | Lavina led me to an abandoned warehouse. I think that at some point someone decreed that all clandestine meetings must be held in one. Woe to the criminal overlord who lives in a city thriving with commerce, with no empty warehouses to be found. He probably needs to build one, just to have a place to arrange late-night meetings. (Bewitched) | stereotypes | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 66b9001 | because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| a2f3cbf | Lir said, "It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last." But Schmendrick answered, "This is not the end, either for you or for her." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 8463a33 | She wasn't much over five feet and a hundred pounds, and she looked a little scrawny around the neck and ankles. But that was all right. It was perfectly all right. The good Lord had known just where to put that flesh where it would really do some good. | curvy flesh lord scrawny woman | Jim Thompson | |
| abe11f4 | Yeah, Johnnie,' I said, 'it's a screwed up, bitched up world, and I'm afraid it's going to stay that way. And I'll tell you why. Because no one, almost no one, sees anything wrong with it. They can't see that things are screwed up, so they're not worried about it. What they're worried about is guys like you. 'They're worried about guys liking a drink and taking it. Guys getting a piece of tail without paying a preacher for it. Guys who know.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 1976638 | If I had to marry someone, it wouldn't be a bossy little gal with a tongue like barbed-wire and a mind about as narrow. | bossy marriage narrow-minded | Jim Thompson | |
| 5241f70 | I knew-though I didn't recognize the fact-that I wasn't all right. | murderer psychopath serial-killer | Jim Thompson | |
| 0569609 | Wildly, he declared that she was a whore at heart, that she had always been a whore, that she had been one when he met her. That was not true. In her early working life, as a photographer's model and cocktail waitress, she had occasionally given herself to men and received gifts in return. But it wasn't the same as whoring. She had liked the men involved. What she gave them was given freely, without bargaining, as were their gifts to her. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 19fe529 | Well. Well? What are you going to do? What are you going to say? What are you going to say when you're drowning in your own dung and they keep booting you back into it, when all the screams in hell wouldn't be as loud as you want to scream, when you're at the bottom of the pit and the whole world's at the top, when it has but one face, a face without eyes or ears, and yet it watches and listens.... What are you going to do and say? Why, par.. | Jim Thompson | ||
| a2614c4 | I sat down in a booth, and the waitress shoved a menu in front of me. There wasn't anything on it that sounded good, and anyway, one look at her and my stomach turned flipflops... Every goddamned restaurant I go to, it's always the same way... They'll have some old bag on the payroll -- I figure they keep her locked up in the mop closet until they see me coming. And they'll doll her up in the dirtiest goddamned apron they can find and smear.. | fiction noir | Jim Thompson |