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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 03f7f74 | Of course, REAL zombies never get the giggles when they look at each other... | Bill Watterson | ||
| aab15dc | Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you're over here like this? Calvin:...I don't think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan. | Bill Watterson | ||
| e2f2ed2 | I say if a novelty Christmas song is funny one time, then it is funny every time. - Calvin | calvin calvin-and-hobbes funny song | Bill Watterson | |
| ad50bfd | You think you're safe. Until you see a picture like that. And then you know you'll always be a slave to the present because the present is more powerful than the past, no matter how long ago the present happened. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| d8beb2e | The ignorant learn from none, the simple learn from some, the intelligent learn from many, but enlightened learn from all. The arrogant learn from none, the gracious learn from some, the patient learn from many, but the humble learn from all. The disinterested learn from none, the curious learn from some, | african-philosophy-quotes african-quotes education-quotations guru-quotes learning-quotations matshona-dhliwayo-quotes solomonology-quotes wisdom-quotes wise-quotes | Matshona Dhliwayo | |
| c1c985b | At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds. | nature sun water waves | David Mitchell | |
| 54843c0 | What is "poker"? A card game where abler liars take money off less able liars." | David Mitchell | ||
| 6564985 | Glass & peace alike betray proof of fragility under repeated blows. | pacifism peace provocative-inspirational | David Mitchell | |
| cb1de23 | Bitch' is a stingless insult these days--it hurts like, I don't know, a celery-stabbing. | David Mitchell | ||
| 7eba224 | And for What, For What. No matter what you do it will never amount to anything but a single drop in a limitless ocean. What is an ocean but a multitude of drops. | David Mitchell | ||
| ff08512 | But it's the feeling of love that we love, not the person. | David Mitchell | ||
| 8530915 | Clear-cutting" was the word for what the Rusties had done to the old forests: felling every tree, killing every living thing, turning entire countries into grazing land. Whole rain forests had been consumed, reduced from millions of interlocking species to a bunch of cows eating grass, a vast web of life traded for cheap hamburgers. "Look, we're not clear-cutting. All we're doing is pulling out the garbage that the Rusties left behend," Da.. | david rusties uglies | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 550280e | She needed Andrew Simpson Smith, it was that simple. And he had spent his life training to help people like her. Gods. "Okay, Andrew. But let's leave today. I'm in a hurry." "Of course. Today." He stroked the place where his slight beard was beginning to grow. "These ruins where your friends are waiting? Where are they?" Tally glances up at the sun, still low enough to indicate the eastern horizon. After a moment's calculation, she pointed.. | funny time world | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 17d7ebe | Perhaps Clankers and Darwinists would always be at war, if only in their hearts. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 4a99f5d | Rex lost his specs. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 3706f74 | Assisted him? Dylan made the repairs. I only fell and hit my head, from what I can recall. Yes, I make excellent deadweight. | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 47741aa | That was the trick- to keep punching, no matter what. | success | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 0711df5 | King Constantine IX of Regia had been killed three times and was bored with it. He wanted a bath. | Lloyd Alexander | ||
| 2ef9aa3 | Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will,.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 94a5cb5 | You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if j.. | psychological-thriller suspense | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| 41057cb | Photojournalism has frequently been lambasted for being the product of circumstance. In fact rarely are any of these images considered in terms of their composition and semantic intent. They are merely news, a happy intersection of event and opportunity. It hardly helps that photographs in general also take only a fraction of a second to acquire. It is incredible how so many people can constantly misread speed to mean ease. This is certainl.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 8b72af9 | But tomorrow came faster than expected, as if the future were never somewhere else, but all along part of the fabric of every present, merely untwining itself again and again into a new distinction that could never be new again. | new tomorrow | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| d432698 | I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 03ba59e | The greatest love letters are always encoded for the one and not the many. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| c77d552 | You could not believe what one sigh articulates. What one laugh creates. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 6111387 | Words will heal your heart. If you ever come to disregard everything I've told you, believe at least this much: your words and only your words will heal your heart. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 7209ecf | Hopefully you'll be able to make sense of what I can represent though still fail to understand. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 6ec9733 | they can make up their own mind. Kle loved that expression. "'Make up' as in fabricating as in creating your own mind. Pretty radical phrase if you give it a moment." | intrigue surreal | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| e0386c3 | Just a glance at the ragged mess around her fingernails communicated more than the lenghiest essays on the nature of distress. | bite danielewski distress nails the-familiar xanther | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| 8cc26f8 | For some reason, I've been thinking more and more about my mother and the way her life failed her, humiliated her with impulses beyond her command, broke her with year after year of the same. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 27050ee | He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 2cda278 | No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff. | simple-life | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| f598de3 | People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 6f7b9f1 | Oh Shnorhk, how beautifully you speak Armenian, the third thing I miss most about you. The second thing I miss most about you: how beautifully you play." Shnorhk not say anything. What trying to say only take away. Shnorhk just scald throat with more tea and eat cake after cake. Grateful still, in the end, that Mnatsagan, always kind, is kind enough not to say the first thing he miss so much." | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| e17bf97 | One glance at her, even now in the glass of my mind, and I want to take off and travel with her. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| c98c8b0 | Her. Her. Her. Future breezes implore me to stay. But I'm no future. I'm no past. Only ever contemporary of this path. I'll sacrifice everything for all her seasons give from losing. She, I sigh from The Mountain top. By her now. My only role. And for that freedom, spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest times, a warning upon the back of every life that would by harming Hailey's play, ever wayward around this vegetative rush of orb.. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| ef8f568 | When Unguarded Thoughts Returned Over Breakfast --He needs to eat and so opens the fridge to retrieve along with bread a brick of butter. --[illegible], Paris. July 26, 1988 | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| dba5ba1 | Known. Some. Call. Is. Air. Am? | latin mark-z-danielewski phonetic | Mark Z. Danielewski | |
| b6bd9aa | Mad woman on another tour; Everything she is she spits out on the floor. An old man tells me she's sicker than the rest. God I've never been afraid like this. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| d44af51 | hr shhry srnjm bh pyn myrsd w jdhy thy aGz myshwd khh pymwdn an ymn myTlbd | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 2c7ae42 | I asked this question: How can I think about my brain when it's my brain doing the thinking? So is this brain pretending to be me thinking about it? | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 0129d59 | Go dangle your withered parts over the toilet!' Ignatius screamed savagely. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 5092122 | Like a bitch in heat, I seem to attract a coterie of policemen and sanitation officials. The world will someday get me on some ludicrous pretext; I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-conditioned dungeon and leave me there beneath the fluorescent lights and soundproofed ceiling to pay the price for scorning all that they hold dear within their little latex hearts. | John Kennedy Toole | ||
| 760fe05 | My desire, my sincere and heartfelt desire is to rip that surprisingly sheer garment from your body, toss you onto that bed, and indeed ravish you from head to toe. I wish to make love to you until you are too exhausted to do so much as stand without support. Until you call out my name in your dreams and reach for me in your sleep. Until you can think of no one and nothing beyond the touch of my hand, the caress of my lips. | love romance | Victoria Alexander |