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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 38b0f24 | Do you not think that God will protect us?" "No," he said flatly. "My experience is that He rarely attends to the obvious." | Philippa Gregory | ||
| 673db29 | You can't fight off Ebola the way you fight off a cold. Ebola does in ten days what it takes AIDS ten years to accomplish. | Richard Preston | ||
| ba6dbc3 | He open his mouth and gasps into the bag, and the vomiting goes on endlessly. It will not stop, and he keeps bringing up liquid, long after his stomach should have been empty. The airsickness bag fills up to the brim with a substance known as the vomito negro, or the black vomit. The black vomit is not really black; it is a speckled liquid of two colors, black and red, a stew of tarry granules mixed with fresh red arterial blood. It is hemo.. | genuinely-disgusted | Richard Preston | |
| aa2ebe8 | In a sense, the Earth is mounting an immune response against the human species. It is beginning to react to the human parasite, the flooding infection of people, the dead spots of the concrete all over the planet, the cancerous rot-outs in Europe, Japan and the United States, thick with replicating primates, the colonies enlarging and spreading and threatening to shock the biosphere with mass extinctions. Perhaps the biosphere does not 'lik.. | medicine nature science the-hot-zone virus | Richard Preston | |
| b503c0e | Maybe they're planning the next Project. They could mail snowballs to the weather-deprived children in Texas. They could knit goat-hair blankets for shorn sheep. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 61f39ac | In one universe, they are gorgeous, straight-teethed, long-legged, wrapped in designer fashions, and given sport cars on their sixteenth birthdays, Teachers smile at them and grade them on the curve. They know the first names of the staff. They are the pride of the school. In Universe #2, they throw parties wild enough to attract college students. They worship stink of Eau de Jocque. They rent beach houses in Cancun during Spring Break and .. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 8eb1795 | Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| a709a43 | You know what's not sexy?" I pushed his hand away. "Babies. Babies are not sexy." "But I bought condoms," he said. "I even practiced putting one on!" The lost-puppy look on his face made me smile. "I'm proud of you, Boner Man, but that's not enough." | humor-relationships | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| d56a0ab | They said I had to get fatter. I told them my goal was 080.00 and if they wanted my respect, they'd better stop lying to me. When my brain started working again, I checked their math. Someone had made a mistake because they didn't figure in the snakes in my head and the thick shadows hiding inside the cage of my ribs. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| fb48e39 | Few people know this, but I am a trained assassin, skilled in jujitsu and krav maga. I can also, with a few folds, turn an ordinary piece of notebook paper into a lethal weapon. Or I can turn it into a butterfly, which is a great trick when I'm babysitting." I fought a smile. "A trained assassin who babysits." "Only the Greene twins and only because their family gets every premium channel on the planet." | laurie-halse-anderson the-impossible-knife-of-memory | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| ea3c741 | She complains all the time about her hair turning gray and her butt sagging and her skin wrinkling, but I'm supposed to be grateful for a face full of zits, hair in embarrassing places, and feet that grow an inch a night. Utter crap. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| c665a80 | Most life is spent doing things we don't want to do. | sucks | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 6cf3c73 | I just do what I'm told. If I felt like talking, I would explain that she couldn't pay me enough to play on her basketball team. All that running? Sweating? Getting knocked around by genetic mutants? I don't think so. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| f51c35e | Bologna girl, that's me. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| eebf68c | The good soldier swears to kill. Fire the cannon, mount the barricade, lock and load. Smell your brother's blood on your shirt. Wipe your sister's brains off your face. Die, if you have to, so they'll live. Kill to keep your people alive, live to kill some more. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 0e9cebc | Censorship is the child of fear the father of ignorance and the desperate weapon of fascists everywhere. | fascism fear ignorance | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| b974cc2 | The school board banned one of Maya Angelou's books, so the librarian had to take down her poster. I fished it out of the trash. She must be a great writer if the school board is scared of her. | freedom-to-read maya-angelou | Laurie Halse Anderson | |
| 837e74c | I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. | Laurie Halse Anderson | ||
| 2440f1f | wait for a man to avenge your honor, and you'll wait forever. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 289a463 | Hope not built on reason brings disappointment only. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 4bbfa97 | Doesn't the imagination always exaggerate--or diminish--truth? | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| 39dcf1b | You could also call it waking,' Krishna continues. 'Or intermission, as one scene in a play ends and the next hasn't yet begun. | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | ||
| d1d104e | She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue. | colours inspirational | Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni | |
| a1f621a | She was born with the winter already in her bones. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| ab66daa | It was possible, she thought, that she had won the race to reach the end of civilization. There was no prize. Obviously. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 4a9fa07 | I'm always so glad,' Sylvie murmured, 'that I don't have to take a turn at being other people.' 'You're very good at being yourself,' Ursula said, aware that it didn't necessarily sound like a compliment. 'Well, I've had years of practice. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 36f94c2 | Sylvia loved secrets and even if she didn't have any secrets she made sure that you thought she did. Amelia had no secrets, Amelia knew nothing. When she grew up she planned to know everything and to keep it all a secret. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 247484d | Choice, it seemed, was one of the first casualties of war. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 01b0759 | but her mother's death had revealed that there was no metaphor too ostentatious for grief. It was a terrible thing and demanded embellishment. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c5e3d00 | The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door. | past | Kate Atkinson | |
| eecaa64 | Time is construct, in relativity every thing flows, no past or present, only the now. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| bfc1f9e | He was part of the infinite. The tree and the rock and the water. The rising of the sun and the running of the deer. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| b290ac4 | How many times would he disappoint you in a day if you were married to him, Ursula wondered? | marriage | Kate Atkinson | |
| 8d37ecb | He told her that every one of her enemies, all the masters and overseers of her suffering, would be punished, if not in this world then the next, for justice may be slow and invisible, but it always renders its true verdict in the end. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 130cd21 | Colored, Negro, Afro-American, African American. ... Every couple of years someone came up with something that got us an inch closer to the truth. Bit by bit we crept along. As if that thing we believed to be approaching actually existed. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 23e27d7 | It had been a humdrum couple of days, reaffirming his belief in reincarnation: everything was so boring that this could not be the first time he'd experienced it. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 07e977a | The only time "early bloomer" has ever been applied to me is vis-a-vis my premature apprehension of the deep dread-of-existence thing. In all other cases, I plod and tromp along. My knuckles? Well dragged." | dread existence maturity | Colson Whitehead | |
| 9aba9ad | Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case "Big Shot" and "Bette Davis Eyes." The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives." | life music pop-culture songs | Colson Whitehead | |
| 02f1239 | White man trying to kill you slow every day, and sometimes trying to kill you fast. Why make it easy for him? That was one kind of work you could say no to. | death escape race-relations slavery slaves whites | Colson Whitehead | |
| 2d6f5a9 | It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's despair that perfectly normal young men can be made vicious and evil because they've won a lot of money. And then do what you've done to me. | the-collector | John Fowles | |
| 27b6058 | The second cause of failure to enact good stems from conflict of intention. High intelligence leads to multiplicity of interest and a sharpened capacity to foresee the consequences of any action. Will is lost in a labyrinth of hypothesis. | John Fowles | ||
| c43e7ab | He said, I suppose there are people who are purely moved by great art. I never met a painter who was. I'm not. All I think of when I see that picture is that it has the supreme mastery I have spent all my life trying to attain. And shall not. Ever. | John Fowles | ||
| de18fd6 | How I hate ignorance! Caliban's ignorance, my ignorance, the world's ignorance! Oh, I could learn and learn and learn and learn. I could cry, I want to learn so much. | John Fowles | ||
| 05e7778 | if you knew the mess my life was in ... the waste of it ... the uselessness of it. I have no moral purpose, no real sense of duty to anything. It seems only a few months ago that I was twenty-one - full of hopes ... all disappointed. | John Fowles |