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| e2865b0 | The firelight magnified our shadows, glinted off the silver, flickered high upon the walls; its reflection roared orange in the windowpanes as if a city were burning outside. The whoosh of the flames was like a flock of birds, trapped and beating in a whirlwind near the ceiling. And I wouldn't have been at all surprised if the long mahogany banquet table, draped in linen, laden with china and candles and fruit and flowers, had simply vanish.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| ed17ca7 | You have an unusual equipment for fate, exercise with care!' | Donna Tartt | ||
| 6f8a4a9 | To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! | Donna Tartt | ||
| 573424d | That's the first law of magic, Specs. Misdirection. Never forget it. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 2bb8a51 | But one mustn't underestimate the primal appeal--to lose one's self, lose it utterly. And in losing it be born to the principle of continuous life, outside the prison of mortality and time. | donna-tartt lose-yourself primal the-secret-history | Donna Tartt | |
| 1077fdd | For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 0249da9 | I am an alcoholic. I'm the first to admit that. I can't drink at all. One drink is too many and a thousand's not enough. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 87c37d5 | What you want is to live and be happy in the world is a woman (or man) who has her (his) own life and lets you have yours | Donna Tartt | ||
| dca1a15 | We looked at each other. And it occurred to me that despite his faults, which were numerous and spectacular, the reason I liked Boris and felt happy around him from almost the moment I'd met him was that he never afraid | i-m-dying theo | Donna Tartt | |
| 2ef29de | By happy contrast, Hobie's whole day revolved around dinner. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 25c39d4 | Five minutes before Julian arrived, they might be slouched in the living room -- curtains drawn, dinner simmering on chafing dishes in the kitchen, everyone tugging at collars and dull-eyed with fatigue -- but the instant the doorbell rang their spines would straighten, conversation would snap to life, the very wrinkles would fall from their clothes. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 78b3205 | Everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were winging on the jungle gym and showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths, I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe. | laughter light tripping | Donna Tartt | |
| e9e648f | Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood. | Richard Matheson | ||
| dddc32a | Those who've marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren't forced to witness that marring. If they were, they'd become self-conscious and be unable to concentrate on improving themselves. | eternity | Richard Matheson | |
| 8220670 | We were of the valley. Born in the valley, of families planted too deep to leave even when they knew their daughter might be taken; raised in the valley, drinking of whatever power also fed the Wood. | Naomi Novik | ||
| fd40a7c | He held his hand out to me across the table. It was harder to take it this time, to make that deliberate choice, without the useful distraction of desperation. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 0522126 | There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill their bellies. That is what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 5cedf39 | Awareness is not the same as thinking. It is a complementary form of intelligence, a way of knowing that is at least as wonderful and as powerful, if not more so, than thinking. | Jon Kabat-Zinn | ||
| a63b19f | It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| f8b3fdb | Everyone knows that when advancing into danger, the soprano goes first. They are your infantry, while the altos and tenors are your cavalry, and the bass your artillery. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 9ea8e9d | I kept the fingers of my left hand crossed all the time, while on my right-hand fingers I counted anything at all--steps to the refrigerator, seconds on the clock, words in a sentence--to keep my head occupied. The counting felt like something to hang on to, as if finding the right numbers might somehow crack the code on whatever system ran the slippery universe we were moving through. | Mary Karr | ||
| 4e8dd3d | Mislim da je ljudima koji vole horore samo dosadno u zivotu. Zude za podsticajma, a kada se stvarno jeziv film zavrsi, ponovo si uveren da si ziv i da svet jos uvek postoji kao i pre, i oni imaju potrebu da se u to iznova uveravaju. To je pravi razlog zasto postoje horor filmovi - oni sluze kao prigusivaci soka - i ako nestanu, to ce znaciti da gubimo jedan od nekoliko nacina na koje se nosimo sa anksioznoscu koju nasa masta proizvodi. Klad.. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| c1013f7 | I wasn't sure I knew any longer what was right and what was wrong. It was a very precarious feeling, but it hinted at a sense of liberation like I'd never experienced. Liberation from the countless little hassles of everyday life. It was as if the border between 'me' and 'not me' was dissolving, leaving me in a sort of slush. I was going somewhere I'd never been before. | Ryū Murakami | ||
| 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 | ||
| 0abec75 | Which maybe that's what love was: liking someone how he was and doing things to help him get even better. | 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 |