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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 614b8bb | with every new day, Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as spider's webs and enchantingly beautiful | Cornelia Funke | ||
| f27d681 | Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination." | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 1d94147 | A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty surprise ready to punish you for every false step. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| aa15dca | When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful. | character personality skills | Cornelia Funke | |
| 3767931 | The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 0d61eda | Perforation! Shout it out! The deliberate punctuated weakening of paper and cardboard so that it will tear along an intended path, leaving a row of fine-haired pills or tuftlets on each new edge! It is a staggering conception, showing an age-transforming feel for the unique properties of pulped wood fiber. | Nicholson Baker | ||
| 5fbbc7b | Tayend nodded. "I know it won't. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath." Dannyl straightened in protest. "Underneath what?" The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl's direction. "All...that." "I'm reeling at your descriptive clarity," Dannyl told him." | tayend trudi-canavan | Trudi Canavan | |
| e17bbc9 | I am interested in madness. I believe it is the biggest thing in the human race, and the most constant. How do you take away from a man his madness without also taking away his identity? Are we sure it is desirable for a man's spirit not to be at war with itself, or that it is better to be serene and ready to go to dinner than to be excited and unwilling to stop for a cup of coffee, even? | William Saroyan | ||
| a78d446 | Lionel whispered because he was under the impression that it was out of respect for books, not consideration for readers. | William Saroyan | ||
| e5e9261 | you know when i was a little kid in oregon i didn't feel that i was and american at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper gray censorship of all our real human values but and when i discovered buddhism and all i suddenly felt that i had lived in a previous lifetime innumerable ages ago and now because of the faults and sins in that lifetime i was being degraded to a more grievous domain of existen.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 874ef68 | I can hear myself whining again 'Why does God torture me?' - But anybody who's never had a delirium tremens even in their early stages may not understand that it's not so much a physical pain but a mental anguish indescribable to those ignorant people who don't drink and accuse drinkers of irresponsibility - The mental anguish is so intense that you feel you have betrayed your very birth, the efforts nay the birth pangs of your mother when .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 060edde | A feeling of sadness that only bus stations have. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 42bbbc5 | You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| e4564d5 | After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fd5f458 | Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water-- | jesus | Jack Kerouac | |
| ceb9831 | She loved that man madly, but in a delirious way of some kind; there was never any mooching and mincing around, just talk and a very deep companionship that none of us would ever be able to fathom. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c104deb | So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 54d5c44 | For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 57bfb38 | In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 266e038 | I really prefer books. No matter how bad a book is, it's unique, but people are all so ordinary. --I think we really like books that make us hate ourselves. | William Gaddis | ||
| 823a097 | That's what I can't stand. I know I'll bounce back, and that's what I can't stand. | William Gaddis | ||
| dde956a | If you hunch your shoulders too long against a storm your shoulders will grow bowed.... | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 3d0ee62 | When all hopes are lost, only then does reality acquire that sharp focus that defines who we are and what we have become. | Greg Bear | ||
| fac5327 | All I wanted to do was come home, because without you, I don't have a home. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 3921846 | Hi, Sam!" "Hi, Tiggy." "You okay?" "Yes, Tiggy." "Tiggy smash something for Sam?" "No, Tiggy." "Tiggy smash something for Sam." He smashed one of the wooden sparring dummies. "Thank you, Tiggy." "Tiggy smash!" he bellowed and then proceeded to smash three more." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 41d4c96 | It's you," I said, not able to look away. "It's how I feel when I'm with you. How I think I've always felt. You're my lightning-struck heart. It doesn't matter about the cornerstone. It doesn't matter about who I am or who you are. Not to me. I think it would have always been this way for me. Even if we had never escaped the slums. Ever since the beginning. Ever since I've known you, you've struck my heart, and now I have to let you go beca.. | love sam-of-wilds | T.J. Klune | |
| 484df96 | Gary, why Sam sweating?" "Well you see, my dear Tiggy. When a boy loves another boy very much, it makes him awkward and have feelings in his penis and !" "Sam, why you use magic and glue Gary's mouth shut?" "Is that what was? Gosh! I just thought I was singing to myself!" " !" | sam tiggy | T.J. Klune | |
| b508001 | Otter. Otter. Otter," I mutter. "Yes, Bear?" he says beautifully. "Don't lead cows to slaughter," I say. He arches an eyebrow. "Come again?" I take a deep breath. "I... love you and I know I should've told ya soon-a." His eyes widen slightly. "Wait, what? You... me?" I shake my head. "But you didn't buy the dolphin-safe tuna." "Bear, what the hell? Did you just... rhyme?" | T.J. Klune | ||
| ebd74b3 | A man craves ultimate truths. Every mortal mind, I think, is that way. But what is ultimate truth? It's the end of the road, where there is no more mystery, no more hope. And no more questions to ask, since all the answers have been given. But there is no such place. The Universe is a labyrinth made of labyrinths. Each leads to another. And wherever we cannot go ourselves, we reach with mathematics. Out of mathematics we build wagons to car.. | science truth universe | Stanisław Lem | |
| 914afe3 | Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world, space is by far the less mysterious. . . . Space is, after all, solid, monolithic. . . . Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would say even against human nature. | time | Stanisław Lem | |
| 3588181 | Excuse me, I have five pages. May I use the Xerox machine because I have to make some copies? The result was that once again nearly all (93 percent) agreed, even though no real reason, no new information, was added to justify their compliance. Just as the "cheep-cheep" sound of turkey chicks triggered an automatic mothering response from maternal turkeys--even when it emanated from a stuffed polecat--so, too, did the word "because" trigger .. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 3dec639 | Shhh," he murmured against her mouth. "Don't talk. Don't think. Just feel." | harryakathehunk | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| ff67c38 | He shoved his hips against her, reminding her of what they had just done, and said, "I had never bedded a woman before you. I made that plain. Did you think I let you seduce me lightly? No, I did not. You made a deal with me the moment you gave me entry into your body." "I made no such deal!" Her eyes were angry--and frightened--but he would not let her make him back down. "Precious Isabel," he whispered. "You made a deal with your heart, y.. | isabelle-lightwood thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| db8c2ee | What," Mick said softly, "is Lad doin' in me bed?" Hearing his name, Lad opened small, piggish, upside-down eyes, gazing with idiotic adoration as his whip-thin tail thumped the covers. "Ah." Harry scratched behind one ear. "Well, see, 'e was lookin' so forlorn, like, out in the courtyard by 'imself. Seemed an awful shame to leave 'im there all alone." "Off!" Mick roared at the dog. Lad's transformation was instantaneous. His tiny triangle .. | harry lad-the-dog mickey scandalous-desires | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 6a9075e | Sophia looked down her long nose at the girl. "Who are you?" "I'm Abigail, ma'am," she said, curtsying. "This is my brother, Jamie. I apologize for him." Sophia arched an eyebrow. "I'll wager you do that quite a lot." Abigail sighed, sounding world-weary. "Yes, I do." "Good girl." Sophia almost smiled. "Younger brothers can be a chore sometimes, but one must persevere." "Yes, ma'am," Abigail said solemnly. "Come on, Jamie," Alistair said. ".. | elizabeth-hoyt hihihi to-beguile-a-beast | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 24721e8 | Be that as it may, a gentleman doesn't continue to press his attentions on a lady who can't return them." "Then, as I see it, you have two problems, my lord," Harry said. Tony's eyes narrowed. "One, that the lady does, in fact, return my attentions, and two"--Harry turned to meet the earl's gaze--"I am no gentleman." -- | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 679241a | Val smiled evilly at the child and reached into his pocket. "Do you," he asked, "like kittens?" And he held out a black, fluffy kitten with a white chest. Annalise blinked at the kitten's green eyes. The kitten blinked back. "Oh, yes!" said Annalise. Val deposited the kitten into the plump little arms and strolled to the kitchens, where Hecate and her kittens were in residence, swinging his gold walking stick. There were seven more kittens .. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 759681b | I'm leaving." Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words. Horror fisted around his vitals. "No." For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. "I have to leave,Simon." "No." He was a little boy denied a sweet. He felt like falling down and screaming. "Let me go." "I can't let you go." He half laughed here in the too-bright, cold London sun before his own house. "I'll die if I do." She closed her eyes. "No, you .. | lucy simondabomb the-serpent-prince | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| f712394 | I fink I gots deaf on me willie. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 5fd0758 | Their names are Death, Disease, War, and Sparkle-Darkle Glitter-tits," Sophie said. "They're the four little ponies of the Apocalypse." | Christopher Moore | ||
| c7a5f07 | A woman's magazine quiz: Question: You decide to do the dread deed and just as things are starting to get hot he comes, rolls over, and asks, "Was it good for you?" You: a. Say, "God, yes! That was the best seventeen seconds of my life" b. Say, "Sure, as good as it gets for me with a man." c. Put a Certs in your navel and say, "That's for you, Mr. Bunnyman. You can have it on your way back up, after the job is finished" | sex | Christopher Moore | |
| 82075c1 | in regards to the "Asian guy"] He was so cute - in that Final Fantasy Thirty-Seven way. What I'm saying is, the Sex Fu is strong with this one. --The Chronicles of Abby Normal" | you-suck | Christopher Moore | |
| 691fd75 | She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference. | love shame | Christopher Moore | |
| d5e3d9f | Then someone started pounding on the door. And not a little "Hey, what's up?" pound. Like there was a big sale on door pounds down at the Pound Outlet. Buy one, get one free at Pounds-n-Stuff. --Being the Journal of Abby Normal" | christopher-moore | Christopher Moore |