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| 1c2daad | To plot is to live. [...] We start out lives in chaos, in babble. As we surge up into the world, we try to devise a shape, a plan. There is dignity in this. Your whole life is a plot, a scheme, a diagram. It is a failed scheme but that's not the point. To plot is to affirm life, to seek shape and control. Even after death, most particularly after death, the search continues. Burial rites are an attempt to complete the scheme, in ritual. Pic.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| a7fa905 | Be willing to die for your beliefs, or computer printouts of your beliefs. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 28a938c | Not that the heart can be good without knowledge, for without knowledge the heart is empty. But there are two kinds of knowledge: the first is alone in its bare speculation of things, and the second is accompanied by the grace of faith and love, which causes a man to do the will of God from the heart. "The" | John Bunyan | ||
| 9e8d186 | I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk. | Timothy Findley | ||
| 98a7dbd | For we were not always burdened by debt, dependent on foreign aid and handouts; in the stories we tell of ourselves we were not the crazed and destitute radicals you see on your television channels but rather saints and poets and -- yes -- conquering kings. built the Royal Mosque and the Shalimar Gardens in this city, and built the Lahore Fort with its mighty walls and wide ramp for our battle-elephants. And we did these things when you.. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 8f7ee65 | You are a door to an existence she does not desire, but even if the room beyond is repugnant, that door has won a portion of her affection. | desire love relationships | Mohsin Hamid | |
| 4487d03 | Let me begin again as a speck of dust caught in the night winds sweeping out to sea. Let me begin this time knowing the world is salt water and dark clouds, the world is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn comes slowly, and changes nothing. | poetry | Philip Levine | |
| a914387 | Le paradis, c'est simplement d'etre soi-meme parfait. | Richard Bach | ||
| 3afb77a | I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit. I didn't think anything of what he had done to the city's name. Later I heard men who could manage their r's give it the same pronunciation. I still didn't see anything in it but the meaningless sort of humor that used to make richardsnary the thieves' word for dictionary. A few years later I wen.. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| f132ca4 | Talking is something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| dad1c38 | I walk the moonbeam roads a silver web connecting the many worlds of the Multiverse. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| d41272d | As a Scot and a Presbyterian, my father believed that man by nature was a mess and had fallen from an original state of grace. Somehow, I early developed the notion that he had done this by falling from a tree. As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he oft.. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 9f9d626 | You like to tell true stories, don't you?' he asked, and I answered, 'Yes, I like to tell stories that are true.' Then he asked, 'After you have finished your true stories sometime, why don't you make up a story and the people to go with it? Only then will you understand what happened and why. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. | Norman Maclean | ||
| a5758df | I'm really not hungry," she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. "Just a few bites," he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. "You need to keep up your strength for tonight." She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. "Why? Are you planning something special?" "I suppose I am," he said consideringly. "It's special every time we make love." | eat making-love | Linda Howard | |
| ca43da2 | She felt both relaxed and protected with him, at least from outside forces. Nothing, it seemed, could protect her from him, and tonight she wasn't even certain she wanted to be. Claimed, and mated. She was his, but was he hers? And if he was, what in hell did they do about it? "I don't even know what you want," she said fretfully, beginning to lose herself in rising sensation. "This," he muttered in a dark, rough tone. "You. Everything." | Linda Howard | ||
| 625c6d2 | It's not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on." "Maybe so, but they do not - repeat, - rub it on me." " wasn't rubbing it on you! It was just me!" "And it was just your hair that I pulled, wasn't it?" she asked sweetly." | Linda Howard | ||
| 36c99bc | It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places, but the Devlin weed patch had sprouted quite a wildflower in Faith. | Linda Howard | ||
| e520d39 | Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of grass. It was a joy to be alive, a strange and savage joy, and she stood there in the warmth and destruction of it knowing it could not last. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| 52758a4 | You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine designed to carry out the extremely simple task of constructing your soul. | life rube-goldberg soul | Kevin Brockmeier | |
| 536b46d | I stopped and asked him if he was all right, and he said he was tired of remembering everything he wanted to forget and forgetting everything he wanted to remember. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| eaf6097 | I swore we'd never be together, but--' 'Your inner whore would not be denied.' she finished. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 2b56477 | There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 3ebcd20 | Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms." | funny humour | MaryJanice Davidson | |
| 334648c | You'll be with me, won't you?" "indeed." "Then what could go wrong?" Lord Sanabalis visibly grimaced. "You clearly do not believe in angry gods." | sanabalis | Michelle Sagara West | |
| cf661bb | You're the type of guy who always snaps at some point and becomes a mass murderer! | Daniel Clowes | ||
| 4d9ca70 | This is the Mona Lisa of bad diners. | Daniel Clowes | ||
| acac5c6 | Rachel isn't a lady," he said as he shut the drawer with a bang. "She's a witch, rhymes with bitch, randy and ready." | rachel randy-and-ready | Kim Harrison | |
| f368a87 | You listen to me, and listen good!" she shouted, shocking me. "I am not evil because I have a thousand years of demon smut on my soul!" she exclaimed, the tips of her hair trembling and her face flushed. "Every time you disturb reality, nature has to balance it out. The black on your soul isn't evil, it's a promise to make up for what you have done. It's a mark, not a death sentence. And you can get rid of it given time." "Ceri, I'm sorry,".. | blackness damnation demon-magic hell redemption soul | Kim Harrison | |
| 25b2fd9 | CINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966. | Kim Harrison | ||
| f491574 | Because I'm never going to let you go, Rachel. I don't care how much you push me away because you're scared. I'll just hold you until you get over it. | Kim Harrison | ||
| c073e92 | I need to know," he said softly. "I want to know what a date with you is like so I can look at it and say that was a date. This was business. One date. One real date, with a good-night kiss and everything. One date so I can honestly say to myself that the others were not . . . dates." | rachel-morgan trent-kalamack | Kim Harrison | |
| 76fb1ba | Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it. | rachel | Kim Harrison | |
| 21a694b | That's how pixies know we're in love," he said as he folded his dragonfly-like wings and wiggled out of his red jacket, wincing as something pulled. "If the girl has glow, she won't say no." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 63313bc | Ah, but being in love made you mean and crazy. Love made you act like a fool even when you knew you were acting like a fool and couldn't help yourself from acting like a fool. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 15e65d3 | I was already tired of talking, and I'd said very little. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4bff69f | Amy made me believe I was exceptional, that I was up to her level of play. That was both our making and undoing Because I couldn't handle the demands of greatness. I began craving ease and averageness. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4483d85 | I was not that man: I didn't hate and fear all women. I was a one-woman misogynist. If I despised only Amy, focused all my fury and rage and venom on the one woman who deserved it, that didn't make me my father. That made me sane. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 60a01ee | Leis go brown, tectonic plates shift, deep currents move, islands vanish, rooms get forgotten. | Joan Didion | ||
| 018abbe | To think one thought meant thinking the opposite thought, and no sooner did that second thought destroy the first thought than a third thought rose up to destroy the second. | Paul Auster | ||
| 00d3666 | It's an essential part of becoming more creative. Expand your interests in life. Seek out new, interesting experiences, no matter how mundane or inconsequential they might seem to others. Read books, watch documentaries, and discuss your ideas with others. No subject, no matter how specialized or esoteric, is off limits. You never know where your imagination will find pieces for its puzzles. | Sean Patrick | ||
| f69cb74 | When natural inclination develops into a passionate desire, one advances towards his goal in seven-league boots. | Nikola Tesla | ||
| 85d7698 | Kogda ty glavnyi, tebe prikhoditsia dumat' i nado byt' mudrym, v etom vsia beda. | William Golding; introduction by E. M | ||
| a8428de | Listen, Ralph. Never mind what's sense. That's gone--- | William Golding | ||
| 7fa634f | We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. | humankind-human-nature | William Golding |