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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b233932 | Like most children, theirs was a relation based on verbs, not nouns. | Zadie Smith | ||
| d5d5aa1 | It hurts to look at what you can't have | Zadie Smith | ||
| 4fbc66b | Here lie a man and a woman. The man is more beautiful than the woman. And for this reason there have been times when the woman has feared that she loves the man more than he loves her. He has always denied this. | favourite inlove nw quotes zadiesmith | Zadie Smith | |
| bd434b7 | 13.5 Mrs. Wolfe asks whether Mr. Iqbal expects her Susan to undertake compulsory headstands. 13.6 Mr. Iqbal infers that, considering Susan's academic performance and weight problems, a headstand regime might be desirable. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 7ac02b3 | When, on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Jerome had played his parents an ethereal, far more beautiful version of 'Hallelujah' by a kid called Buckley, Kiki had thought yes, that's right, our memories are getting more beautiful and less real every day. And then the kid drowned in the Mississippi, recalled Kiki now, looking up from her knees to the colourful painting that hung behind Carlene's empty chair. Jerome had wept: the tears .. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 0cbedb9 | The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 145ed8e | I'm serious. I don't know how you work like that. My school shit is better organized, and I'm not in the business of World Domination. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 1f56630 | One of the advantages of loving women, of being loved by women: they will always do things far beyond the call of duty | Zadie Smith | ||
| d453460 | Because this is the other thing about immigrants ('fugees, emigres, travellers): they cannot escape their history any more than you yourself can lose your shadow. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 578bdcc | Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don't want to look like a troll, do you? | pain | Libba Bray | |
| 1202ec5 | They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen? | Libba Bray | ||
| f726c5e | You are absolute angels of the first order. If I were Pope, I'd canonize you." "The Pope would probably love to turn a cannon on you!" | Libba Bray | ||
| b8d1c04 | Well, are you going to motivate people to bring peace to war-torn nations, or are you going to motivate people to join a cult and drink the Kool-Aid? | Libba Bray | ||
| 4baf96e | You have been deceived. Spiritualism is no more a science than thievery. For that's all this is--very skilled dodgers stealing money from the bereaved for a little glint of hope. People see what they want to see when they need to. | Libba Bray | ||
| c27b47f | The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather straps at the sides and a worn Great Temolo decal near the left shoulder. Her wings are a crazy black-and-white-checkered pattern, like they've been spray-painted at a body shop to look like hipster sneakers. | dulcie punk-rock-angel | Libba Bray | |
| 36eeab7 | Felicity laughs and takes on the tone of a fashionable lady. "Darling, the Bryn-Joneses have just done the most marvelous thing in their parlor with human blood. We simply must have ours done straightaway!" | felicity-worthington humor libba-bray | Libba Bray | |
| 840dc06 | Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you. | poet the-diviners | Libba Bray | |
| d64f44f | Sam smirked. "You have a favorite ?" " got a favorite speakeasy, don'tcha?" Memphis shot back." | Libba Bray | ||
| d9e950d | People are..." Mabel wheezed. "Mostly good, you..." Wheeze. "Know? Mostly." She tried to take a breath. It was hard. Like breathing through layers of gauze. Where were her parents? She loved them so. "Mostly. I believe that with..." A bloody cough tore through Mabel's lungs. "... With all my... all my heart." | Libba Bray | ||
| 1fededb | I mean that she was complicated. Everybody is," Ling said quietly. "Don't erase her like that. She deserves better." | mabel-rose | Libba Bray | |
| d34972a | I'm whining. It's unattractive, but I find I'm powerless to stop | Libba Bray | ||
| 0d8c90d | You look very handsome, Papa," I say. The twinkle is back in his eyes. "Smoke and mirrors," he says with a wink. "Smoke and mirrors." | Libba Bray | ||
| b63b03a | I understand we'll be attending your friend Miss Worthington's Christmas ball. Perhaps I'll find a suitable-- which is to say wealthy-- wife among the ladies attending." And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent." | doyle funny gemma humor tom | Libba Bray | |
| 0b82312 | Every drop of rain hit the ground with such force it bounced back up again, giving the earth the appearance of something boiling. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 9505d72 | It turns out that the distance from head to hand, from wafting butterfly to entomological specimen, is achieved through regular, disciplined practice. What begins as something like a dream will in fact stay a dream forever unless you have the tools and the discipline to bring it out. | writing | Ann Patchett | |
| aeaec30 | Like her mother and all her mother's people before her, those inexhaustible blondes who staked their claims in verdant prairies, Marina was cut from Minnesota, the soil and the starry night. Instead of growing up inquisitive and restless, she had developed a profound desire to stay, as if her center of gravity was so low it connected her directly to this particular patch of earth. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 352c12f | If someone loves you for what you can do then it's flattering, but why do you love them? If someone loves you for who you are then they have to know you, which means you have to know them. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 7df9987 | The thing you can count on in life is that Tennessee will always be scorching hot in August. | Ann Patchett | ||
| adbca45 | Art stands on the shoulders of craft, which means that to get to the art you must master the craft. If you want to write, practice writing. Practice it for hours a day, not to come up with a story you can publish, but because you long to learn how to write well, because there is something that you alone can say. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 7358054 | A salacious lie will always trump a noble truth. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| f09d3b6 | You are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 09f1b40 | Potassium cyanide," says the talent wrangler as she leans over to pick up a paper napkin off the floor. "Found naturally in the cassava or manioc roots native to Africa, used to tint architectural blueprints in the form of the deep-blue pigment known as Prussian blue. Hence the shade 'cyan' blue." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 4915059 | Because supposedly those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| a34f343 | How is it that you keep mutating and can still be the same virus? | mutation virus | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| 4b22767 | Old-time ranchers planted cheatgrass because it would green up fast in the spring and provide early forage for grazing cattle," Oyster says, nodding his head at the world outside. This first patch of cheatgrass was in southern British Columbia, Canada, in 1889. But fire spreads it. Every year, it dries to gunpowder, and now land that used to burn every ten years, it burns every year. And the cheatgrass recovers fast. Cheatgrass loves fire... | cheatgrass environment johnny-appleseed oyster | Chuck Palahniuk | |
| ff70a13 | I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything"... "Nothing was ever good enough," my mom says, "so here at the end of my life, I'm left with nothing." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| d48ebcd | There isn't any real you in you," she says, "Even your physical body, all your cells will be replaced within eight years." | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 789b995 | You study any pretty democracy, from the ancient Greeks forward, and you'll see that the only way each system functions is with a working class of slaves. Peons to haul the garbage so the upper crust can campaign and vote. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 6fb334f | Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| f3bb92d | You've never seen a crucifix with a Jesus who wasn't almost naked. You've never seen a fat Jesus. Or a Jesus with body hair. Every crucifix you've ever seen, the Jesus could be shirtless and modeling designer jeans or men's cologne. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 3b8a2dc | She'd lived through something the rest of them could never imagine. So much torture and horror that she didn't need to tell people about it. She'd never need drama or joy or pain ever again. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| a894dd0 | The worst strategy I could pursue is self- improvement. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| d5c9e50 | Kill yourself or don't kill yourself, but stop torturing me. I'm trying to move on with my life. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 9ee8379 | What you don't understand, you can make mean anything. | Chuck Palahniuk |