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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 | |
| c827d5f | And I'll have you know that if you hurt my son again, if he so much as sighs sadly over his coffee, I will hire a man, a Russian, probably, to hunt you down and rip all that shiny black hair from your head, then break your skinny arms and legs, and set you on fire, and then put you out with a hammer. And should there be children from your beastly rutting, I shall have the Russian man cut them to tiny pieces and feed them to Madame Jacob's d.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 894e1fa | Nate had been born and raised in British Columbia, and Canadians hate, above all things, to offend. It was part of the national consciousness. "Be polite" was an unwritten, unspoken rule, but ingrained into the psyche of an entire country. (Of course, as with any rule, there were exceptions: parts of Quebec, where people maintained the "dismissive to the point of confrontation, with subsequent surrender" mind-set of the French; and hockey, .. | humor whales | Christopher Moore | |
| f93a303 | So I'm all, "Owned! Bee-yatch! Dog fucking owned you!" Doing a minor booty dance of ownage, perhaps, in retrospect, a bit prematurely. (I believe hip-hop to be the apprpriate language for taunting, at least until I learn French.)" -- | Christopher Moore | ||
| d32a90a | They were told what they wanted and they believed it. They can only keep their dream alive by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions. | Christopher Moore | ||
| fa88ec4 | Blue Horse said to me... wisdom is not a path, it is a tree. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 5e9e2fd | Getting out of bed is a good way to leave your troubles behind. | Nancy E. Turner | ||
| 96fec84 | If a man can't remember the laws," Ragnar said, "then he's got too many of them." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 8091182 | Only the gods tell him what to do, and you should beware of men who take their orders from the gods. | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| 7f74a90 | Words are like breath," she said, "you say them and they're gone. But writing traps them." | Bernard Cornwell | ||
| c463a63 | He smiled affably at the burglar, a burly fellow whom he continued to hold with one hand, as easily as if he had been a child. The entire household had been aroused, and a good number of them had joined in, shouting questions and brandishing various deadly instruments. The burglar glared wildly at Emerson, bare to the waist and bulging with muscle - at Gargery and his cudgel - at Selim, fingering a knife even longer than Nefret's - at assor.. | emerson weapons | Elizabeth Peters | |
| 14b24bf | Above the stage was a glass-floored second stage, which allowed customers to look up and watch another girl dancing overhead. This multidimensional display of poontang reminded me of the 3-D chessboard on Star Trek, which in turn reminded me that I was a huge nerd. | Diablo Cody | ||
| c2e2ae2 | You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward." He smiled. "I don't lie to you." "Really," I said. The smile became a grin. "Okay, not most of the time, anymore." His face sobered. "I'm not lying now." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 0ea2871 | He smiled and extended a hand. "I knew you would do it, ma petite." "You arrogant son of a bitch." I smashed the shotgun butt into his stomach. He doubled over just enough. I hit him in the jaw. . He rocked back. "Get out of my mind!" | jean-claude | Laurell K. Hamilton | |
| 4f094a6 | No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 0b2b749 | What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 28a145b | Zerbrowski said, "I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn't have to decipher anyone else." | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 3dd6133 | you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. | Laurell K. Hamilton | ||
| 6e75df4 | I'm hurling all the little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down. Its mean: "What's the point?" | Luke Davies | ||
| e6045cc | Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it. | Luke Davies | ||
| e6d58dc | As many critics of religion have pointed out, the notion of a creator poses an immediate problem of an infinite regress. If God created the universe, what created God? To say that God, by definition, is uncreated simply begs the question. Any being capable of creating a complex world promises to be very complex himself. As the biologist Richard Dawkins has observed repeatedly, the only natural process we know of that could produce a being c.. | evolution logic rationale reason | Sam Harris | |
| b5f79e9 | We will embarrass our descendants, just as our ancestors embarrass us. This is moral progress. | thought-provoking | Sam Harris | |
| 0cb0dfa | we are all seeking fulfillment while living at the mercy of changing experience. Whatever we acquire in life gets dispersed. Our bodies age. Our relationships fall away. Even the most intense pleasures last only a few moments. And every morning, we are chased out of bed by our thoughts. | Sam Harris | ||
| 9a9b98d | Our minds are all we have. They are all we have ever had. And they are all we can offer others. | Sam Harris | ||
| b21ed54 | We must continually remind ourselves that there is a difference between what is natural and what is actually good for us. | natural | Sam Harris | |
| 9c0f1a6 | Captain Billings," he drawled finally, "if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don't you know." | pardon-my-french tarzan wit | Edgar Rice Burroughs | |
| 728f40f | Never doubt in the darkness what God has told you in the light. | Warren W. Wiersbe |