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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 71d7043 | She had the bizarre feeling of time bending all around her, as though she was from the past reading about the future, or from the future reading about the past. | time reading past | Mohsin Hamid | |
| a262d93 | What happens is my mind starts to go in circles, thinking and thinking, and then I can't sleep. And once a couple of days go by, if you haven't slept, you start to get sick. You can't eat. You start to cry. It just feeds on itself. | sleep depression sick mental-health | Mohsin Hamid | |
| f6e44c3 | The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'. 'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours. | nuclear-weapons | Mohsin Hamid | |
| db8dec0 | There are two social classes in Pakistan," Professor Superb said to his unsuspecting audience, gripping the podium with both hands as he spoke. "The first group, large and sweaty, contains those referred to as the masses. The second group is much smaller, but its members exercise vastly greater control over their immediate environment and are collectively termed the elite. The distinction between members of these two groups is made on the b.. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 9d40a14 | when you read a book, what you see are black squiggles on pulped wood or, increasingly, dark pixels on a pale screen. To transform these icons into characters and events, you must imagine. And when you imagine, you create. It's in reading that a book becomes a book, and in each of a million different readings a book becomes one of a million different books[...] | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| b6c6c54 | How is it we're the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams? | Richard Bach | ||
| 7c2ccc3 | Keep working on love. | Richard Bach | ||
| bd323f0 | I'll give you your Christmas present now if you'll give me mine." I shook my head. "At breakfast." "But it's Christmas now." "Breakfast." "Whatever you're giving me," she said, "I hope I don't like it." "You'll have to keep them anyway, because the man at the Aquarium said he positively wouldn't take them back. He said they'd already bitten the tails off the..." | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 53b5e82 | Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend? | irony self-doubt karl-glogauer | Michael Moorcock | |
| 64c6bb5 | By means of our myths and legends we maintain a sense of what we are worth and who we are. Without them we should undoubtedly go mad. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| 6e3127b | Time is a dream - or a nightmare - from which there is never any waking. We who travel in Time are dreamers who occasionally share a common experience. | jagged jherek | Michael Moorcock | |
| 2020487 | On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached from across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms. The shadows continued up the bank, until they included us | Norman Maclean | ||
| 65e205f | The door creaked as it began to open. Gray moved like lightning, slapping his left palm against the door and slamming it shut before it had opened more than a fraction of an inch. "Hey!" a woman squawked indignantly from the other side. "This one's occupied," he said hoarsely, not missing a beat with his plunging hips. "Go somewhere else." Faith couldn't say anything. Her eyes widened with alarm, but all she could do was look helplessly up .. | Linda Howard | ||
| e6a65f6 | She had no sense of time, of what day it was, or anything beyond the bed she was on and the unceasing battle she fought with the Great Bitch of Pain. The nurses talked to her, too, explaining over and over what had happened to her, what they were doing, why they were doing it. She didn"t care, so long as they delivered the drugs that kept the Great Bitch at bay. Of course, there came a time--way too soon, by her way of thinking-- when her s.. | Linda Howard | ||
| 5879127 | She started to tell him so, but the words vanished unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Mary gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, his eyes like black ice. "You don't have to worry," he snapped. "This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays and Thursdays." | Linda Howard | ||
| f2acbf5 | Everyone's for a free Tibet, but no one's for freeing Tibet. So Tibet will stay unfree - as unfree now as it was when the first Free Tibet campaigner slapped the very first "FREE TIBET" sticker on the back of his Edsel. Idealism as inertia is the hallmark of the movement...He's [the guy with the bumper sticket] advertising his moral superiority, not calling for action. If Rumsfeld were to say, "Free Tibet? Jiminy, what a swell idea! The Thi.. | Mark Steyn | ||
| b8263e0 | I'm Reginald Clark, I'm afraid of the dark So please do not close this book on me. | poetry humor | Shel Silverstein | |
| 41ac999 | You may stay. But Jessica, please watch what you say and do. Don't look them in the eyes for long. Speak only when spoken to. Yes, sir; yes, ma'am." "Sit up. Arf," I teased. "What about her?" Jessica cried, pointing in my general direction. "She's more in need of an etiquette lesson than I am." "Yeah," I said, "but I'm the Queen. With a capital fucking Q. Hey, you're looking me in the eyes for too long! Eric, make her stop!" | humor vampires | MaryJanice Davidson | |
| 6aa35e2 | It never failed--I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| f640c7b | My my Laura Goodman. I must say that is a charming name for a charming young lady." "Eric's old." I broke in. "Really really old." "Er-- really?" Laura asked. "Gosh you don't look even out of your thirties." "Tons of face-lifts. He's a surgical addict. I'm trying to get him help." I added defensively when they both gave me strange looks." | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 8ebb55a | i'm never going to understand the Barrani." "You needn't sound so morose, Lord Kaylin. They are unlikely to understand you either." "Yes, but I'm unlikely to try to kill them for fun." | teela | Michelle Sagara West | |
| 428c360 | Sanabalis never seemed to eat, and he deflected most of her questions about Dragon cuisine. Then again, he deflected most of her questions about Dragons, period. Which was annoying because he was one, and could in theory be authorative. | sanabalis kaylin-neya teacher food students | Michelle Sagara West | |
| 8bc2293 | Maybe I'm just sick of putting more into this friendship than I get out of it. | friendship teenagers sick | Daniel Clowes | |
| d7dcf4b | This can't happen. Minias said it couldn't happen. I'm not a demon. It shouldn't work for me! I'm not a demon!" "Apparently," Al said, slamming into the bars in time with his words, "you're so damn close, it doesn't matter!" | Kim Harrison | ||
| a93725d | Yes, but . . ." She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. "I survived because I fell in love." With you was unspoken." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 78dd3dd | Rachel, you summon demons. You're good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It's not going to go away. | Kim Harrison | ||
| bf5c10f | My God, woman. Your aura is glowing. Just admit you like him, bump uglies, and get on with your life! | Kim Harrison | ||
| 3bcbe33 | Algaliarept varied its shape, sifting through my mind without me even knowing to choose what scared me the most. Once it had been Ivy. Then Kisten --until I had pinned him in an elevator in a foolish moment of vampire-induced passion. It's hard to be scared of someone after you've French-kissed him. | Kim Harrison | ||
| ed19ef2 | Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him. | Kim Harrison | ||
| af01728 | You need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches. "You're not coming?" Lifting the brim of his cap, he eyed me, "You want me to?" he asked blandly. "Not really, no." He dropped the brim and laced his hands over his middle. "Then why are you bitching? It's a crime scene, not a grocery store." | Kim Harrison | ||
| c928bf0 | My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. "It's a cat," I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 3b1186c | I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down. | Kim Harrison | ||
| ddb065b | All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 6db6e4f | Under the disguise amulet, Jenks looked very different with black hair and a darker complexion. He had his new aviator jacket on over the T-shirt he had bought in the previous store, making him a sexy, leggy, hunk o' pixy ass in jeans. No wonder he had fifty-four kids and Matalina smiled like Mona Lisa. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 5d3c302 | You are so full of yourself, Trent," I said, wishing I could shift the car into reverse and drive over his foot. His smile widened. "What?" I demanded. "You called me by my first name. I like that." | Kim Harrison | ||
| c9ddd31 | See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn't screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 068aad4 | Lately I'd begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 11968b5 | There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs. | gray needs white excuse wants | Kim Harrison | |
| 64c7fe1 | I will howl for you, human boy (...). I will hunt you in my girl skin but I'll celebrate as wolf. | Annette Curtis Klause | ||
| 321a8b2 | Put your hands on me. Pretend this means something - Lee Coburn | Sandra Brown | ||
| 6e31085 | Don't ever be afraid to live. Because though dying is easy when compared to living | Sandra Brown | ||
| 6f3739a | And then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition was unclear even to her, until she realized that her arms had gone around him instinctually, and that she was clutching his back, his shoulders, her hands restless and greedy for the feel of him. He kissed her openmouthed, using his tongue, and when she kissed back, she felt the hum that vibrated.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 0133d6d | If you are a woman, you may need to forgive those whom you have loved or those who refused to love you; those who have hurt you, shamed you, and abandoned you; or those who left you scarred or wounded. | Iyanla Vanzant | ||
| c3fe3e1 | When your life is going downhill, it doesn't get better just because you want it to. Nor can you will it to be better. Your life will only get better when you get better. | Iyanla Vanzant |