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| 740c8b4 | After a moment, he shook his head. "Quickly and mercifully is best. Clay? Go out and ask her into the alley." Clay looked at Jeremy as if he'd just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. "Just walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe say...I don't know...something like 'fifty bucks.' " I looked at Jeremy. "Does that sound right? Fifty?" His brows shot up. "Why are you asking me?" "I wasn't--I just m.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| a43de3f | Remember when we met? Before you left, you said you were going to make a fool of yourself over me. That's still what you're worried about. That you'll find yourself doing things you never dreamed of doing, things you laughed at in others, and you'll make a fool of yourself. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 044852e | She's my friend." "Good for you." "Just my luck," I said. "Finally meet my twin brother and, turns out, he's an ass." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| de2bd14 | We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams. | heroes reading books imagination dreams | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 9b8dcfd | She touched you twice,' he said in a little while. 'The first touch was to bring you to life again, but the second was for you. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| fcb43f5 | No," she said, answering his eyes. "I can never regret."[...]"I can sorrow," she offered gently, "but it's not the same thing." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 10f4313 | No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy--save one, and I thank you for that, too. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| fdc46e6 | Tell you something," the raven said. "I was flying over the Midwest once." He stopped abruptly, closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and began again. "I was flying over the Midwest. Iowa or Illinois, or some place like that. And I saw this big damn seagull. Right in the middle of Iowa, a seagull. And he was flying around in big, wide circles, real sweeping circles, the way a seagull flies, flapping his wings just enough to keep on the.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 9fc8bd4 | I love whom I love. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f99aaa4 | I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 3392315 | They had no hope of anything more, no comprehension that there might be anything more. In a sense they were an autonomous body, functioning within a society which was organized to grind them down. The law did not protect them; for them it was merely an instrument of harassment, a means of moving them on when it was against their interest to move, or detaining them where it was to their disadvantage to stay. | Jim Thompson | ||
| de29869 | Strolling down a white-graveled walk to the cliff above the ocean, he let his eyes rove aimlessly over the expanse of sea and sand: The icy-looking whitecaps, the blinking, faraway sails of boats, the sweeping, constantly searching gulls. Desolation. Eternal, infinite. Like Dostoevski's conception of eternity, a fly circling about a privy, the few signs of life only emphasized the loneliness. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 4f60087 | Judging by her reaction (and what else was there to judge by?) he had managed the interview very well. | Jim Thompson | ||
| 3c94753 | for all its apparent speed, the ship was almost perfectly silent, and he experienced an enervating, eerie feeling, as though the ancient warship, mothballed all those centuries, had somehow not yet fully woken up, and events within its sleek hull still moved to another, slower tempo, made half of dreams. | silence dreams jernau-morat-gurgeh made-half-of-dreams mothballed warship waking | Iain M. Banks | |
| 8e513e9 | Jernau Gurgeh," the machine said, making a sighing noise, "a guilty system recognizes no innocents. As with any power apparatus which thinks everybody's either for it or against it, we're against it. You would be too, if you thought about it. The very way you think places you among its enemies. This might not be your fault, because every society imposes some of its values on those raised within it, but the point is that some societies try t.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 175daa6 | Look at these humans! How could such glacial slowness even be called life? An age could pass, virtual empires rise and fall in the time they took to open their mouths to utter some new inanity! | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 4b84c1f | A guilty system recognizes no innocents. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 653385f | But what if someone kills somebody else?" Gurgeh shrugged. "They're slap-droned." "Ah! This sounds more like it. What does that drone do?" "Follows you around and makes sure you never do it again." "Is that all?" "What more do you want? Social death, Hamin; you don't get invited to too many parties." "Ah; but in your Culture, can't you gatecrash?" "I suppose so," Gurgeh conceded. "But nobody'd talk to you." | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 3903ead | Is my mom all right?" "She's perfectly fine. don't worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn't come alone, of course." Light, amused. "I'm alone." I'd never been more alone in my entire life." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 9bcacb0 | The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me. I felt dangerously exposed. More fiercely than I would have dreamed I was capable of, I wished for the green, protective forest of Forks . . . of home. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 6170bd0 | I flicked on the light beside my bed, waiting for my breathing to slow, veins full of adrenaline from the realistic dream. A new dream, but in essence so much the same as the many others that had plagued me in the past months. No, not a dream. Surely a memory. I could still feel the heat of Jared's lips on mine. My hands reached out without my permission, searching across the rumpled sheets, looking for something they didn't find. My hea.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| cf31cac | Some of the memories were not clear---dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd seen his face... the way it felt when he'd held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he'd save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby throug.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f706dd7 | I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f4461c6 | You know when things are bad when you feel guilty for being rude to vampires. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| f384733 | Eight full lives," I whispered against his jaw, my voice breaking. "Eight full lives and I never found anyone I would stay on a planet for, anyone I would follow when they left. I never found a partner. Why now? Why you? You're not of my species. How can you be my partner?" "It's a strange universe," he murmured. "It's not fair," I complained, echoing Sunny's words. It wasn't fair. How could I find this, find love-now, in this eleventh hour.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8134f7a | Jacob really did look older than sixteen--not quite forty, but maybe older than me. Quil didn't have too much on him in the muscle department, for all that Jacob claimed to be a skeleton. The muscles were the long wiry kind, but they were definitely there under the smooth skin. His skin was such a pretty color, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. "What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Nothing. I just hadn't realized before. .. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| e9a4506 | You... you and Doc trying to protect me?" "Strange world, isn't it?" In was a few seconds before I could answer. "The strangest," I finally agreed." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| d9d2c30 | Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella's life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 63cb560 | Please tell me you are not trying to have a sex talk with me, Charlie. (Bella) | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 2ea61c4 | The only parents in the world who don't need sleep, and our child already sleeps through the night. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| de1ac7f | Can you believe he kicked me in the face, Jodes? For no reason at all." "Who needs an excuse, eh, Jodi?" | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| de1fdac | He smiled and kissed me. It wasn't precisely a peck on the lips, and my wild vampiric reactions took me off guard yet again. Edward's lips were like a shot of some addictive chemical straight into my nervous system. I was instantly craving more. It took all my concentration to remember the baby in my arms. Jasper felt my mood change. "Er, Edward, you might not want to distract her like that right now. She needs to be able to focus." Edward.. | humor love edward jasper | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 08fd720 | Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm, waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort. Edward's shielding arms had become restraints. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| a6c581a | You look tired." "Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . ." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| eb741c1 | I thought about falling to my knees on purpose. This was the kind of beauty you worshiped. The kind you built temples for and offered sacrifices to. I wished I had something in my empty hands to give her, but what would a goddess want from a mediocre mortal like me? | sacrifices temple goddess | Stephenie Meyer | |
| 36fe583 | It would always be that way for me, too. I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 13eef88 | Despite what your science fiction writers dream, we simply don't have the technology | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 8cc3290 | Odd as this might sound, I suppose I'm glad you're here, Jacob.' 'You mean, 'as much as I'd love to kill you, I'm glad she's warm,' right? | humor tent-scene truce jacob-black | Stephenie Meyer | |
| a848114 | You are in trouble,' I said slowly, emphasizing each word. 'Enormous trouble. Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 86dadf4 | You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side. When the trees were there I cared that they were there. And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair an.. | Paul Bowles | ||
| ce2c2ab | If you already have a person's love no sacrifice can be too much to give for it; but any sacrifice is too great to buy it for you. | sacrifice love | Ludwig Wittgenstein | |
| bffde8a | Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center of things. It will have blades for lips and will not stop until it speaks the one secret thing at the heart of it all. Kneeling on the floor, unable to stop shuddering, I heard it plainly. It said, You are unlovable... | truth shame secrets | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 368106d | we need not avoid our active lives, but simply bring to them a new vision and shift of gravity. for in the center we are rooted in god's love. in such a place there is no need for striving and impatience and dashing about seeking approval. | god | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 0c05e88 | Journal became a sanctuary where I could pour out in honesty my pain and joy. It recorded my footsteps and helped me understand where I was standing, where I had been, and even where God pointed. | Sue Monk Kidd |