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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 07cec03 | EVE:so thats the bathroom where shane spends houres doing his hair shane:bite me | Rachel Caine | ||
| f554bdd | shane:do we have a choice michael:dont think so shane:then screw it im getting tired shane yawned lets go get eaten at least then i can get some sleep | Rachel Caine | ||
| 31113b2 | Feminism, as writer Marie Sheer remarked in 1986, "is the radical notion that women are people," a notion not universally accepted but spreading nonetheless." | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| f576f07 | I was asked to talk to a roomful of undergraduates in a university in a beautiful coastal valley. I talked about place, about the way we often talk about love of place, but seldom how places love us back, of what they give us. They give us continuity, something to return to, and offer familiarity that allows some portion of our lives to remain collected and coherent. They give us an expansive scale in which our troubles are set into context.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 6aa4d9b | Go to hell, but keep moving once you get there, come out the other side. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 203fe1a | Inside the word "emergency" is "emerge"; from an emergency new things come forth. The old certainties are crumbling fast, but danger and possibility are sisters." | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| c3a26fb | It's the way some men say, "I'm not the problem" or that they shifted the conversation from actual corpses and victims as well as perpetrators to protecting the comfort level of bystander males. An exasperated woman remarked to me, "What do they want--a cookie for not hitting, raping, or threatening women?" Women are afraid of being raped and murdered all the time and sometimes that's more important to talk about than protecting male comfor.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 0caaa7c | He was confounded by the idea that passing the prime of your life in a cubicle, spending hours a day at a computer, in exchange for money, was considered acceptable, but relaxing in a tent in the woods was disturbed. Observing the trees was indolent; cutting them down was enterprising. What did Knight do for a living? He lived for a living. Knight | Michael Finkel | ||
| 90bf5c2 | Been meddling, have you?" Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. "You must admit they didn't have much in the way of a defense plan," Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Royce smiled at him. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| aa1c096 | You always think everything is so easy," Royce replied, wiping his eyes. "I'm just a glass-half-full kinda guy. How's your glass looking these days?" "I have no idea. I'm still trying to get over the sheer size of it." | pessimism theft-of-swords | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 4bb3417 | And if you can't trust an ancient talking tree, what was the point of having one? | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| f6bce29 | The abbot once told me that lying was a betrayal to one's self. It's evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie rather than accepting yourself for who you really are--or, in this case, pretend something happened when it didn't. The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 58a9720 | Their jobs were almost too clean for Royce's taste. | royce | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 20e78a4 | lying was a betrayal to one's self. It's evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie rather than accepting yourself for who you really are--or, in this case, pretend something happened when it didn't. The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you. It's like when a man would rather die than be thought of as a coward. His life is not as important to him a.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 8282428 | The main paused only a moment, then pulled the boy around so he could look the lad in the eye. "There's doing what's right, and there's doing what's safe. Most of the time you do what's safe because doing different will get you dead for no good reason, but there are times when doing what's safe will kill you too. Only it'll be a different kind of death. They dying will be slow, the sort that eats from the inside until breathing becomes a cu.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 3d32f21 | It was a different precondition that tipped the balance: the state of contrariety. My ambition was to negate. The world, whether dense or hollow, provoked only my negations. When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep; when I was supposed to speak, I was silent; when a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it. My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness and boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy, the world. They didn't matter a wh.. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 146bd90 | philosophy I studied philosophy for four years. But I'd trade everything I learned for this passage... quoted in the Britannica: 'But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, ho.. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| 800a63a | A longing for books [is] nothing compared with what you [can] feel for human beings. The books [tell] you about that feeling. The books [speak] of love, and it [is] wonderful to listen to them, but they [are] no substitute for love itself. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 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 |