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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 916b27e | That we were slaves I had known all my life--and nothing could be done about it. True, we weren't bought and sold--but as long as Authority held monopoly over what we had to have and what we could sell to buy it, we were slaves. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| a4326a9 | There were many, many times thereafter that Don regretted having enlisted - but so has every man who ever volunteered for military service. | soldier soldiering volunteerism | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| 12e118e | He was finding it ruinously expensive to be rich. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| da82d7f | With just a touch more self confidence and a liberal helping of ignorance I could have been a famous evangelist. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| d09fddd | I refuse to grow younger. I came by my decrepitude the hard way and I propose to enjoy it. | Robert A. Heinlein | ||
| dcd5d34 | You look like the cat that swallowed the cream," Stephen said softly. "That comes later." | m-m-romance | K.J. Charles | |
| def1145 | In school I ended up writing three different papers on "The Castaway" section of Moby-Dick, the chapter where the cabin boy Pip falls overboard and is driven mad by the empty immensity of what he finds himself floating in. And when I teach school now I always teach Crane's horrific "The Open Boat," and get all bent out of shape when the kids find the story dull or jaunty-adventurish: I want them to feel the same marrow-level dread of the oc.. | jaws moby-dick ocean oceanic pip sea stephen-crane the-castaway the-ocean the-sea | David Foster Wallace | |
| 5266ac4 | Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary. | growing-up maturity nick-adams penitentiary reform-school the-last-good-country | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 59840ca | I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to; we never did such things. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 523dcfe | Anger was washed away in the river along with any obligation. | catharsis obligation release river | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 709f9df | Jesus gave me this book when he was done with it, saying, "You have got to read this shit, Kevin. It's fucking fantastic." Jesus is terrible with names. --ERNEST HEMINGWAY" | Jenny Lawson | ||
| a09b1d4 | You ought to dream. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 061109b | But I think the Great DiMaggio would be proud of me today. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 677a036 | I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation. | doctors fail hospital medicine practice wound wounded | Ernest Hemingway | |
| ee58a94 | But, thank God, [the fish] are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 75922a4 | In a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. | paris poor | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 5c387f1 | I libri le aprivano mondi nuovi e le facevano conoscere persone straordinarie che vivevano una vita piena di avventure. Viaggiava su antichi velieri con Joseph Conrad. Andava in Africa con Ernest Hemingway e in India con Kipling. Girava il mondo restando seduta nella sua stanza, in un villaggio inglese. | hemingway kipling leggere libri matilda matilde roald-dahl | Roald Dahl | |
| c834341 | Mean everything in the world to you after you bought it. Simple exchange of values. You give them money. They give you a stuffed dog...all right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| dbdfbe4 | Every one needs to talk to some one," the woman said. "Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| ce477e2 | When people talk listen completely. Don't be thinking what you're going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| b3c7816 | I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. | loneliness night solitude | Ernest Hemingway | |
| d2d86b7 | We're happier when the assholes are villains. | gay villains writers | Christopher Bram | |
| 65e2143 | He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley | ||
| 529450b | I have sex," Grace shrugged. I meant with a man," Claudia said dryly. Now why would I ruin something so good by inviting a man along?" Grace asked." | sex | Sarah Mayberry | |
| a54b7bb | Forgive me for being the stupidest man on the planet?" "Careful. You're talking about the man I love." | romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 3d82d28 | Everything was normal and right. There were dishes in the sink and the sound of kids playing in the street and the trains passing smutty wind. Something had settled over the kitchen. Rose kept the colours inside the lines and all the patterns were proper, sensible and neat. Happiness. That's what it was. | Tim Winton | ||
| f28c211 | Sometimes even the imagination lets one down. | Mary Balogh | ||
| bcaa724 | Where was Bewcastle? But then he was there, standing on the terrace some distance away, and such was the power of his presence that everyone seemed to sense it an fell back away from Alleyne even as they stopped talking. There was still all sorts of noise, of course - horses, carriage wheels, voices, the water spouting out of the fountain - but it seemed to Alleyne as if complete silence fell. Bewcastle had already seen him. His gaze was st.. | Mary Balogh | ||
| ffd094c | I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy. | fate patterns | Mary Balogh | |
| 6dd422d | Love does not involve emotions, then?" he asked her with a smile. "It is not ruled by them," she told him. "Love is liking and companionship and respect and trust. Love does not dominate or try to possess. Love thrives only in a commitment to pure, mutual freedom. That is why marriage is so tricky. There are the marriage ceremony and the marriage vows and the necessity for fidelity -all of them suggestive of restraints, even imprisonment. M.. | romance | Mary Balogh | |
| d736c01 | He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven--at least in this life--was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened. | fleeting fright heaven life-and-living love nostalgic sky tears yearn yearning | Mary Balogh | |
| 36ad285 | I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand. | humor | Mary Balogh | |
| b6ed50e | Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do! | Christopher Pike | ||
| ad2772e | death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief. | Christopher Pike | ||
| cd177e8 | By now, everyone I know is one of seven strangers, inevitably hoping to represent a predefined demographic and always failing horribly. The Read World is the real world is The Real World is the read world. It's the same true story, even when it isn't. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 4f417dd | Maybe I don't need a relationship after all, she thought. Maybe thinking about these conversations was just as good as having them. She could sit in her Honda in the dark and experience whatever kind of life she wanted. Sometimes you think, Hey, maybe there's something else out there. But there really isn't. This is what being alive feels like, you know? The place doesn't matter. You just live. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| eaa2194 | It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest. I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward The exhaustion of living was just too much for me to talk any longer It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? Why do we feel we need that disconnect in order to connect? I had done it. I had embraced danger. T.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 839fbd6 | What I'm sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I'm sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don't imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you'd had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 6aa5ae8 | I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| cca4c04 | We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing. | improvement progress world | Rachel Cohn | |
| 4f42548 | There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian, and as I flip through his musical life, getting to know his tastes, I must acknowledge that not only am I not frigid, but I also may be multi-orgasmic. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| b6657d7 | It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 9d74b5a | V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized... yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what. With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment. Butch nodded as if he knew exactly what was doing. "Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Although... if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't k.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| ff22606 | Trez blew out his breath. "You know what my fantasy is? It ain't porn. It's good news. For once in my fucking life, I'd love to have some good news." -- | J.R. Ward |