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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2f801b3 | You broke into Drumindor?" Wyatt looked impressed. "I thought that was impossible." "Just about," Royce answered, "and we didn't get paid enough for the trouble it gave me." Hadrian snorted, "You? I was the one who nearly died making that leap. You just hung there and laughed." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 1ed1305 | How can so many (white, male) writers narratively justify restricting the agency of their female characters on the grounds of sexism = authenticity while simultaneously writing male characters with conveniently modern values? The habit of authors writing Sexism Without Sexists in genre novels is seemingly pathological. Women are stuffed in the fridge under cover of "authenticity" by secondary characters and villains because too many authors.. | women writing fantasy femlae-agency male-privledge writing-femlae-characters sf genre authenticity sff sexism | Foz Meadows | |
| 67df194 | Hadrian reeked of death. It wasn't the sort of stench others could smell or that water could wash, but it lingered on him like sweat-saturated pores after a long night of drinking. | hadrian-blackwater | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| c291a41 | Viscosity occurs on a cellular level. And so does velocity.In contrast to viscosity's cellular coma, velocity endows every platelet and muscle fiber with a mind of its own, a means of knowing and commenting on its own behavior. There is too much perception, and beyond the plethora of perceptions, a plethora of thoughts about the perceptions and about the fact of having perceptions. Digestion could kill you! What I mean is the unceasing awar.. | susanna-kaysen mental-illness mental-health | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 2f9e5b6 | The Bible is right: A deluge of images does encourage idolatry. Look at the cults of personality in America today. Look at Hollywood. Look at Washington. I'd like to see the next presidential race be run according to Second Commandment principles. No commercials. A radio-only debate. We need an ugly president. I know we're missing out on some potential Abe Lincolns because they'd look gawky and gangly on TV. | politics graven-images page-106 second-commandment elections president | A.J. Jacobs | |
| c056bda | I love it when the Bible gives Emily Post-like tips that are both wise and easy to follow. | A. J. Jacobs | ||
| 7761182 | She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| b3b0c26 | Breath the words and they will come to life; as of words of magic | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a2c2521 | That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch! | curses comedy | Cornelia Funke | |
| 9bc60a5 | A mirror hung between the shelves. Clara stepped in front of it and let her fingers run over the silver roses that covered the frame. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The glass they surrounded was dark, as if the night had spilled onto it. It was misted up, and right where she saw the reflection of her face was the imprint of a hand. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 3fa52fb | I know you all think I'm a magician, but I'm not. The magic comes out of the books themselves, and I have no more idea than you or any of your men how it works. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 45ac08d | What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun | jealousy love | Cornelia Funke | |
| 5374164 | claimed to be the man who wrote a certain book - what was its name again?" "Inkheart." Fenoglio rubbed his aching back. "Its title is Inkheart because it's about a man whose wicked heart is as black as ink, filled with darkness and evil. I still like the title." | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 1581eac | Delay and dirt are the realities of the most rewarding travel. | wanderlust | Paul Theroux | |
| f127afd | Cold, truthful common sense was harder to like than warm, hopeful generosity. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| c67eed2 | He liked the idea that if either of them ever fell from grace, the other might be there to offer support. | Trudi Canavan | ||
| 5b9be0f | She took care of evyone with the same no-nonsense air of friendliness and good cheer that made her seem so paradoxically wholesome, as if she were convinced that being a slut and being a really nice person were just two things that naturally went together. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| c0cf35c | Live, for this is the time of your life. | William Saroyan | ||
| f1cd565 | Dreams were so irrational, so gray with a nameless terror . . . and yet, too, so haunting and beautiful. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 968a598 | You can't teach the old maestro a new tune. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 4ee2312 | I didn't feel that I was an American at all, with all that suburban ideal and sex repression and general dreary newspaper grey censorship of all our real human values... | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 409c8b2 | I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fd021af | Every night I still ask the Lord, "Why?" and havent heard a decent answer yet" | super-inspirational | Jack Kerouac | |
| 3a8d90c | When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along." | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2813b52 | He was alone in the doorway, digging the street. Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness--everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d465683 | Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it. They didn't know that a bomb had come that could crack all our bridges and roads and redu.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 36292be | equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5637d56 | And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East; and California is white like washlines and emptyheaded - at least that's what I thought then. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a465fb0 | Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like p.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ddb3344 | In a sense, I'm mad (and withdrawn from life) while they're sane, human, normal - but in another sense, I speak from the depths of a vision of truth when I say that this continual jockeying for position is the enemy of life in itself. It may be life, 'life is like that,' it may be human and true, but it's also the death-part of life, and our purpose after all is to and be true. We'll see. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a9ed7a1 | Pero entonces bailaban por las calles como peonzas enloquecidas, y yo vacilaba tras ellos como he estado haciendo toda mi vida mientras sigo a la gente que me interesa, porque la unica gente que me interesa esta loca, la gente que esta loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando i.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c4902ba | That looks like a tree, let's call it a tree,' said Coyote to Earthmaker at the beginning, and they walked around the rootdrinker patting their bellies. | names uncut-block yggdrasil | Jack Kerouac | |
| 143b3a7 | Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate. | parties | Jack Kerouac | |
| a559d9a | The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow. | life growth | Jack Kerouac | |
| 1009be2 | shy m ytksr. shy m qd tksr. lm t`d tsh`r b'nk -kyf tqwlh- mtmsk: shy m, fym kn ybdw lk, fym ybdw lk, kn Ht~ Hynh qd Tm'nk, 'sh`rk bldf fy lqlb, lsh`wr bwjwdk, tqryban b'hmytk, lnTb` blrtbT, blstGrq fy l`lm, qd bd' ytmlWS mnk. | Georges Perec | ||
| d715409 | I have neither one nor the other, and that has been going on for so long now that I have stopped wondering whether it is hate or love which gives us the strength to continue this life of lies, which provides the formidable energy that allows us to go on suffering, and hoping. | Georges Perec | ||
| 677d45f | It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier, that you discover, without surprise, that something is wrong, that, without mincing words, you don't know how to live, that you will never know." -from "A Man Asleep" | Georges Perec | ||
| 328eb8f | You speak." It came out as an accusation. "When there's someone around worth speaking to." -- | Shana Abe | ||
| 870efc9 | Reading Proust isn't just reading a book, it's an experience and you can't reject an experience. | reading | William Gaddis | |
| 5cb790f | Yes, a war is inevitable. Firstly, there's you fellows who can't be trusted. And then there's the multitude who mean to have bathrooms and white enamel. Millions of them; all over the world. Not merely here. And there aren't enough bathrooms and white enamel in the world to go round. | war | Ford Madox Ford | |
| 683b44b | The instances of honesty that one comes across in this world are just as amazing as the instances of dishonesty. After forty-five years of mixing with one's kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one's fellow beings. But one doesn't | Ford Madox Ford | ||
| 1d23899 | I googled "what to do when your future werewolf mate/boyfriend/best friend courts you and brings you a dead rabbit." First, there was a lot of porn. Then I found a recipe for Maltese rabbit stew. It was delicious. The stew, not the porn. The porn was weird. GORDO" | T.J. Klune | ||
| 1d5bccf | THREE YEARS. One month. Twenty-six days. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 8ee87f3 | We're inevitable. | T.J. Klune |