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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a130a9e | We're watching your mate," Sian said. "Well done. She's horrifyingly lovely." | Kresley Cole | ||
| b7330d3 | The two of them were acting like such...guys. I wanted to strangle them. | evie jack | Kresley Cole | |
| 9d143fd | Your future refuses to behave. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 9254a6c | Any chick who carried around a bird of prey with a little helmet was cool in my book. Oh, man, I really hoped she didn't intend to kill us all. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 379e628 | Centuries ago, you told me that you were born for me, and I for you. You told me you'd convince me of that one day. You have." Through his caring. And his patience and generosity. His selfless protection. "Damn" -- | Kresley Cole | ||
| ab4093b | Cryptology used to be the realm of linguists. Now it's dominated by the geeks." She said this proudly, as if she was one among them. "We're going to rule the world, you know?" What Holly didn't understand was that when she said things like this, she didn't sound like a geek--she sounded like a Valkyrie." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 26c54ea | As he slept, his heartbeat returned to slow and steady, lulling her. Before she joined him, she decided that she never wanted to sleep without that sound again. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 09f31ab | Just before his lips reached hers, she jerked her head back to whip it forward into his nose. A kiss. Distinct cracking sounded. With his nose pouring blood, he squeezed her upper arms, "Holly, what the fuck--" Using all her strength, she hiked her knee up between his legs. His hands flew to cup his groin as his knees met the ground. "You're right, Cadeon." She dusted off her hands. "That really fun." | best-heroines cade demon holly lol | Kresley Cole | |
| 6846843 | On that ledge in the blackness, she'd truly recognized for the first time in her life that some creatures who went bump in the night might hate that they did. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 9e06ac5 | was why we fought to survive. For love. Vincent had it all wrong. had it wrong. Love wasn't the most destructive force in the universe. is That | Kresley Cole | ||
| d6611df | Wow, he must get more ass than a toilet seat! | humor-relationships kresley-cole | Kresley Cole | |
| a55ec4c | I started my career early." At my raised brows, he said, "Assassin. My deadly gift made me well suited for the job. A single handshake could bring down a monarchy. The money grew over the centuries." His tone was blank; I couldn't tell how he felt about his past deeds. "So that's where you got those crowns." Trying to keep things light, I said, "Admit it--you wear them when no one's around. Play air tennis with the scepters?" "No, Empress. .. | Kresley Cole | ||
| dd42af0 | By all the gods, I love you as my life. I've trusted you with my survival, and I've trusted you with my heart--which, for me, is far more vulnerable. I asked you to have a care with it." He kissed me reverently, then leaned down to press his lips to my belly. "And you have." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 7c0de2b | How the hell do you call Russia from Greece? It's like trying to figure out rela-fucking-tivity. And still, I gave it several shots. Of Ouzo. Seriously, you have no idea how much your situation is affecting me. I've been stress-eating my way across Greece." I frowned. "You don't stress-eat--" "Cock, Natalie. I was stress-eating cock. There, you made me say it, happy now?" "Opa!" | Kresley Cole | ||
| 991a43d | I'd asked Maxim, "What will it take to get a smile out of that man?" "Your real name and ID. That's all he wants out of life. And possibly almond candies." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 7cc9877 | He looked like a normal gorgeous young man, who was at home here amidst all this wealth. Like the heir to a fortune. Highborn. And still, my first impulse was to stab him with a table knife. | Kresley Cole | ||
| becb661 | What about the old standby of kicking a guy in the groin?" "Try to." Love to..." | romantic | Kresley Cole | |
| 6ea005e | Oh, and you should know . . . if you keep calling me harlot, sooner or later I'm going to have a rage blackout, and then I'll wake up to find you--awfully sadly--dead." "You threaten me? A powerless, physically weak sorceress?" he sneered. "I must amend my treatment of you forthwith." "You've turned into a sarcastic, unbalanced, judgmental dick." To herself, she muttered, "Man, can I pick 'em." "If you take issue with the term harlot, then .. | Kresley Cole | ||
| 235889a | Besides, I don't take issue with the term as much as the fact that you feel you can judge me. I despise judgmental people." "As do most creatures who deserve to be judged." "You got me. I'm a ho fo sho." - - "You speak like a human." She nodded, as if that hadn't been an insult as well. "I watch a lot of TV." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 22bcdab | You can't drop a line like that without unpacking it." "Just did, You-Lame!" "It's Macrieve!!" | macrieve | Krealey Cole | |
| 74525a4 | Swimbos," Rok said with an aggrieved shrug. --Rok's play on "She Who Must Be Obeyed". "Can I help it?" "Yeah, you can, Rok." Smoke demons formed temporary pacts every time they had intercourse. Pacts allowed one to summon a demon at will. "Give celibacy a chance." "Anything else you'd like me to do? Maybe something ." -- | Kresley Cole | ||
| 4e11cc7 | Efficiency and focus are the keys to success. | Robert Crais | ||
| 7c1c6d3 | As a man gets older, his regrets changes. Especially when he's gotten into the Scotch. | men regret scotch wisdom | Robert Crais | |
| a1914ba | Patients with various other types of movement disorders may also be able to pick up the rhythmic movement or kinetic melody of an animal, so, for example, equestrian therapy may have startling effectiveness for people with parkinsonism, Tourette's syndrome, chorea, or dystonia. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 0fc4457 | We rationalize, we dissimilate, we pretend: we pretend that modern medicine is a rational science, all facts, no nonsense, and just what it seems. But we have only to tap its glossy veneer for it to split wide open, and reveal to us its roots and foundations, its old dark heart of metaphysics, mysticism, magic, and myth. Medicine is the oldest of the arts, and the oldest of the sciences: would one not expect it to spring from the deepest kn.. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| 4894d9f | I have traversed many kinds of health, and keep traversing them... and as for sickness: are we not almost tempted to ask whether we could get along without it? Only great pain is the liberator of the spirit. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| abc51e4 | Diseases have a character of their own, but they also partake of our character; we have a character of our own, but we also partake of the world's character: character is monadic or microcosmic, worlds within worlds within worlds, worlds which express worlds. The disease-the man-the world go together, and cannot be considered separately as things-in-themselves. | Oliver Sacks | ||
| e1044a0 | Have you thought about going insane?" It would seem like a reasonable thing to do, given his circumstances. "Did once. Got boring, so I snapped out of it." | Carrie Vaughn | ||
| ab515d4 | There is in Shaw, as in Gurdjieff and Nietzsche, a recognition of the immense effort of Will that is necessary to express even a little freedom, that places them beside Pascal and St. Augustine as religious thinkers. Their view is saved from pessimism only by its mystical recognition of the possibilities of pure Will, freed from the entanglements of automatism | Colin Wilson | ||
| aebebd3 | One cannot ignore half of life for the purposes of science, and then claim that the results of science give a full and adequate picture of the meaning of life. All discussions of 'life' which begin with a description of man's place on a speck of matter in space, in an endless evolutionary scale, are bound to be half-measures, because they leave out most of the experiences which are important to use as human beings. | Colin Wilson | ||
| d48c6e8 | lm`rf@ tftH qw~ jdyd@ fy lnfs | Colin Wilson | ||
| 0756bf6 | Wow," I say, politely, but I don't feel it. I'm like a sociopath when it comes to expensive cars. I feel no emotion." | Jon Ronson | ||
| b5648ff | You combine insecurity and ambition, and you get an inability to say no to things. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 6c44b7a | But with social media, we've created a stage for constant artificial high drama. Every day a new person emerges as a magnificent hero or a sickening villain. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 7766956 | People who are normal (i.e., sane, sensible) don't try to open lines of communication with total strangers by writing them a series of disjointed, weird, cryptic messages. | Jon Ronson | ||
| b8d9680 | I couldn't see where the collection of Burger King figurines fit in, but I supposed there was no reason why psychopaths shouldn't have unrelated hobbies. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 4d29d51 | I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other women out of the isolation of motherhood. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 33363c6 | My reading and studying and retellings of old stories didn't do anything except help me think better. I was at least thoughtful. Too thoughtful, my friends said. And all I thought about was myths and old paintings that made me feel drunk on wine or struck my lightning but didn't matter to most people. | mythology retellings | Francesca Lia Block | |
| 5b173e9 | I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 48076a8 | Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Wou.. | love romance unrequited | Francesca Lia Block | |
| 05d2c1f | Same old boring boring story America can't stop telling itself. What is this sicko fascination? Every book and movie practically has to have a little, right? But why do you think all those runaways are on the streets tearing up their veins with junk and selling themselves so they can sleep in the gutter? What do you think the alternative was at home? | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 8234d3e | Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates of food -- Weetzie's Vegetable Love-Rice, My Secret Agent Lover Man's guacamole, Dirk's homemade pizza, Duck's fig and berry salad and Surfer Surprise Protein Punch, Brandy-Lynn's pink macaroni, Coyote's cornmeal cakes, Ping's mushu plum crepes and Valentine's Jamaican plantain pie. Witch Baby's stomach growled.. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| ac2b081 | Yes, the Beast changed. He spoke more now, and did not gaze at Beauty in the same intense, almost pained way, as if he were feeling every emotion she felt. He did not sigh in his sleep when she sighed and his stomach didn't growl when hers hurt. He could not read her thoughts anymore, and she could not read his. He seemed a bit more clumsy and guarded and distant, too. They no longer ran through the woods together, although they still walke.. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| eb18bb1 | Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nighttime up above, you can crawl out, but only for a little while. You feel ashamed of your matted hair, your torn clothes, the dirt on your face. Who would want to speak to you? They are all shiny and pretty. They have parents and house with gard.. | longing | Francesca Lia Block |