1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
1384
2208
2351
2352
2353
2354
2355
3346
3522
5443
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ba83b25 | I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories... As long as I keep carrying them with me, and don't run away from them... Someday, I believe I will get to the point where I'm not oppressed by those memories. That's what I want to believe. I'd like to think that there's not a single memory that I have which .. | life memories positive | Natsuki Takaya | |
| 2fd519e | Doctor, I had never had anybody like her in my life, she was the fulfillment of my most lascivious adolescent dreams- but marry her, can she be serious? You see, for all her preening and perfumes, she has a very low opinion of herself, and simultaneously- and here is the source of much of our trouble-a ridiculously high opinion of me. And simultaneously, a very low opinion of me! She is one confused Monkey, and, I'm afraid, not too very bri.. | Philip Roth | ||
| e4ace92 | The legend engraved on the face of the Jewish nickel- on the body of every Jewish child!- not IN GOD WE TRUST, but SOMEDAY YOU'LL BE A PARENT AND YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE. | Philip Roth | ||
| c940431 | It was my job not just to pluck the chickens but to eviscerate them. I hated that part. Nauseating and disgusting, but it had to be done. That's what I learned from my father and what I loved learning from him: that you do what you have to do. | Philip Roth | ||
| 759de67 | But they don't deserve to be winning!" "And who does in this world, Roland? Only the gifted and the beautiful and the brave? What about the rest of us, Champ? What about the wretched, for example? What about the weak and the lowly and the desperate and the fearful and the deprived, to name but a few who come to mind? What about losers? What about failures? What about the ordinary fucking outcasts of this world - who happen to comprise ninet.. | Philip Roth | ||
| 6c7d39b | You think you know what a man is? You have no idea what a man is. You think you know what a daughter is? You have no idea what a daughter is. You think you know what this country is? You have no idea what this country is. You have a false image of everything. All you know is what a fucking glove is. This country is frightening. Of course she was raped. What kind of company do you think she was keeping? Of course out there she was going to g.. | Philip Roth | ||
| 5ea38f1 | People are unjust to anger -- it can be enlivening and a lot of fun. | Philip Roth | ||
| 4291912 | C'est l'Ennui! --l'oeil charge d'un pleur involontaire, Il reve d'echafauds en fumant son houka. Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre delicat, --Hypocrite lecteur,--mon semblable,--mon frere! | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 5e9e43e | Scent, sound or sight, beneficent, malign - Who cares if you're a blessing or a curse, So long as you bring light, | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 0d737b8 | Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 1a84cdc | Ant swarming City City full of dreams | city | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 41bd237 | La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait. Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse, Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse Soulevant, balancant le feston et l'ourlet; Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue. Moi, je buvais, crispe comme un extravagant, Dans son oeil, ciel livide ou germe l'ouragan, La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue. Un eclair . . . puis la nuit! -- Fugitive beaute Dont le regard m'a fait souda.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 52f8e7d | The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart). | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 697817f | My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you. | sadness unhappiness | Caroline Kettlewell | |
| 77f3369 | If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell. | Karen Russell | ||
| dcdf968 | Well it's like eating at my mom's you get what's being served and if you don't like it they still make you eat it | Wen Spencer | ||
| 860719b | where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside. | letter-art letter-writing letters | Edward Gorey | |
| d157209 | Rising up into the air, they took to the sky and flew. From west and beyond west, into the wind and through it, they came past countless moons and suns. One laughed and briefly wore a scarf of raindrops in her hair, and then with wicked feet she kicked a cloud and caused rain to swamp a boat. | morrigan myth | Pat O'Shea | |
| 30cd812 | I do not know why I care," Drizzt answered honestly. His eyes turned back to his ancient homeland, where loyalty was merely a device to gain an advantage over a common foe. "Perhaps I care because I strive to be different from my people," he said, as much to himself as to Bruenor. "Perhaps I care because I am different from my people. I may be more akin to race of the surface...that is my hope at least. I care because I have to care about s.. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 35a1347 | What place is this," Drizzt asked the cat quietly, "that I call home? These are my people, by skin and by heritage, but I am no kin to them. They are lost and ever will be. "How many others are like me, I wonder?" Drizzt whispered, taking one final look. "Doomed souls, as was Zaknafein, poor Zak. I do this for him, Guenhwyvar; I leave as he could not, His life has been my lesion, a dark scroll etched by the heavy price exacted by Matron Mal.. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 88652d6 | He looked down at the mask hanging around his neck. So simple a lie, and he could walk freely throughout the world. But would he then be trapped within the web of his own deception? What freedom could he find in denying the truth about himself? | drizzt mask | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 834908d | A man inferior with the blade or with his thoughts can still so elevate himself," Entreri explained curtly, "if he can impart the belief that some god or other speaks through him. It is the greatest deception in all the world and one embraced by kings and lords, while the minor lying thieves on the streets or Calimport and other cities lose their tongues for so attempting to coax the purses of others." | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 1555248 | She felt livid. They'd all lost so many powers. It was ridiculous to have to communicate by flapping bits of your skin, and as for the tongue... Yuerkkk ... As far as she knew, in the whole life of the universe, no Auditor had ever experienced the sensation of yuerkkk. This wretched body was full of opportunities for yuerkkk. She could leave it at any time and yet, and yet... part of her didn't want to. There was this horrible desire, secon.. | internal-organs stomach yuerkk | Terry Pratchett | |
| d5791a5 | For the enemy is not Troll, nor it is Dwarf, but it is the baleful, the malign, the cowardly, the vessels of hatred, those who do a bad thing and call it good. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 71a8dec | The gods," he said. "Imprisoned in a thought. And perhaps they were never more than a dream." | thought-dream | Terry Pratchett | |
| b7d13b6 | The point is not to avoid the war, it is to win it. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e702524 | Sometimes life reaches that desperate point where the wrong thing to do has to be the right thing to do. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 1d80924 | By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. [...] By the stinking of my nose, something wicked this way goes[.] [...] By the blinking of my eyes, something wicked this way dies. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fcb3c60 | down below the mines and sea ooze and fake fossil bones put there by a Creator with nothing better to do than upset archeologists and give them silly ideas. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d9baf76 | We spray our fantasies on the landscape like a dog sprays urine. It turns it into ours. Once we've invented our gods and demons, we can propitiate or exorcize them. Once we've put fairies in the sinister solitary thorn tree, we can decide where we stand in relation to it; we can hang ribbons on it, see visions under it--or bulldoze it up and call ourselves free of superstition. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3998f20 | My first novel was published by the first publisher I sent it to. And so I've been learning as I go, and I find it now rather embarrassing that people beginning the Discworld series start with The Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic, which I don't think are some of the best books to start with. This is the author saying this, folks. Do not start at the beginning with Discworld. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| cfa06a5 | It was destined to be the most impressive kiss in the history of foreplay. The kiss lasted more than fifteen years. Not even frogs can manage that. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 742be71 | Everybody needs a witch, but sometimes they just don't know it. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 9892e21 | People in chains had a tendency to look guilty. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e361574 | She taught me so much, she said to herself. She me as we were walking around after the sheep, and she told me all those things that I needed to know, and the first thing was to look after people. Of course, the other thing had been to look after the sheep. | granny-aching | Terry Pratchett | |
| 52f837f | It wasn't a city, it was a process, a weight on the world that distorted the land for hundreds of miles around. People who'd never see it in their whole life nevertheless spent that life working for it. Thousands and thousands of green acres were part of it, forests were part of it. It drew in and consumed... ...and gave back the dung from its pens, and the soot from its chimneys, and steel, and saucepans, and all the tools by which its fo.. | pratchett | Terry Pratchett | |
| 4e96592 | An' writin' even goes on sayin' a man's wurds after he's ! Ye cannae tell me that's right! | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e164143 | I've stolen books. They're the only thing worth taking that don't belong to you. | bookshops dragons fantasy sword-and-sorcery terry-pratchett | Sully Tarnish | |
| d8b0559 | That was great, al' that reading' ye did!' said Rob Anybody. 'I didnae understand a single word o' it!' 'Aye, it must be powerful language if you cannae make oout what the heel it's goin' on aboot!' said another pictsie. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a05e8df | HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a74f3eb | To be frank, I find religion rather offensive. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| fdeb837 | Possession of the box conferred a kind of power on the wielder--which was that anyone, confronted with the hypnotic glass eye, would submissively obey the most peremptory orders about stance and expression. | humorous | Terry Pratchett | |
| 32baec0 | Apply logic in places where it wasn't intended to exist. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| efb0a07 | Silverfish: "He disappeared a few years ago." "Disappeared? How? said Cuddy. "We think," said Silverfish, leaning closer, "that he found a way of making himself invisible." "Really?" "Because," said Silverfish, nodding conspiratorially, "no-one has seen him." | invisible silverfish | Terry Pratchett |