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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2994e66 | I had noticed that I had no difficulty conversing with robots, because absolutely nothing surprised them. They were incapable of surprise. A very sensible quality. | Stanisław Lem | ||
| 74099ae | Also another time she had wakened in dead of night, thinking that something touched her, and when she looked she saw that a black scaly tail, tufted with flame at the end, like a fiend's, had switched across her and lay there burning the covers. And when she turned shrieking, to see what manner of thing lay beside her in the bed, she was at first reassured by sight of her husband's face, then saw, to her horror, that horns had risen, black .. | devil satan witchcraft | Evangeline Walton | |
| fa52967 | Apparently we have such an automatically positive reaction to compliments that we can fall victim to someone who uses them in an obvious attempt to win our favor. | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 6d2804f | The customers, mostly well-to-do vacationers with little knowledge of turquoise, were using a standard principle--a stereotype--to guide their buying: "expensive = good." | Robert B. Cialdini | ||
| 13e0e62 | At her gesture Michael cursed and caught her hand, falling suddenly atop her. She stared up at him wondering what bedchamber faux pas she'd committed. He groaned at her look. "I'll let ye pet and play all ye want--after. Now I need"--he pushed her chemise to her waist, parted her thighs, and settled between them--"to be inside ye." | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| eee8e54 | She smiled as she poured tea into his cup. "I hope you find your rooms comfortable?" "Quite." He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue. "The view is to your liking?" He had a view of a brick wall. "Indeed." She fluttered her eyelashes at him over the rim of her teacup. "And the bed. Is it soft and... yielding?" He nearly choked on the bite of cake he'd just taken. "Or do you prefer a firmer bed?" she asked sweetly. "One that re.. | isabel thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| ad23652 | I love you," he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. "I love you." She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn't remember who he was--who she was. She lost her mind." | isabel thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 283d9a9 | As I said, I don't expect you to understand--" "And I don't," he cut in. "Ye ask how I can live a life that I know will end with the hangman's noose. Well, at least I am alive. Ye might as well have climbed inside yer husband's coffin and let yerself be buried with his corpse." Her hand flashed out before she'd thought about it, the smack against his cheek loud in the little courtyard. Silence had her eyes locked with Michael's, her chest r.. | mickey scandalous-desires silence | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d3a374e | The lengths to which you're prepared to go to please a housekeeper make me wonder about the servant situation in Scotland. Good help must be thin on the ground." Vale widened his eyes and took a drink. "She's more to me than a housekeeper," Alistair growled. "Wonderful!" Vale slapped him on the back. "And about time, too. I was beginning to worry that all your important bits might've atrophied and fallen off from disuse." He felt unaccustom.. | munroe vale | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1cc0aae | It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more--felt so much more--beneath. No one had ever noticed her mask. No one but him. If he couldn't or wouldn't make the first move, then damn it, she would. | isabel thief-of-shadows winter | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 928db9b | I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred. | renoir | Christopher Moore | |
| a6145af | An embrace from him left scratches on my back that sometimes wept blood, yet my brothers and I fought to be the first in his arms when he returned from work each evening. The same injuries inflicted in anger would have sent us crying to our mother's skirts. I fell asleep each night feeling his hand on my back like a shield. Fathers. | Christopher Moore | ||
| b1e743c | Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination. Every time you give them a new metaphor, a mustard seed, a field, a garden, a vineyard, it's like pointing something out to a cat - the cat looks at your finger, not at what you're pointing at. They don't need to understand it, they only need to believe, and they do. They imagine the kingdom as they need it to be, they don't need to grasp it, it's there already, they can let it.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a795d18 | Success in America doesn't require any special talent or any kind of extra effort. You just have to be consistent and not fuck up. That's how most people fail. They can't stand the pressure of getting what they want, so when they see that they are getting close they engineer some sort of fuckup to undermine their success. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9dfea1a | Fate does not favor the dim. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a84d07d | The three jewels of Tao: compassion, moderation, and humility. Balthasar said compassion leads to courage, moderation leads to generosity, and humility leads to leadership. | courage generosity humility leadership moderation tao | Christopher Moore | |
| d146f43 | The Holy Mother has many faces, but you know it's her from her blue cloak. She is said to be the spirit in all women." "Look, here she is naked and the baby Jesus has wings, " said Lucien. "That is not the Holy Mother, that's Venus and that's not Jesus, that is Cupid, the Roman god of love." "Wouldn't she have the spirit of the Holy Mother as well?" "No, she is a pagan myth." "What about Maman? Is the spirit of the Holy Mother in her?" "No.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 18fca7e | Any freedom that can be given can be taken away. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 2731a03 | If you come to a river and find a boat at the edge, you will use that boat and it will serve you well, but once across the river, do you put the boat on your shoulders and carry it with you on the rest of your journey? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9ab17a7 | Life is an irritation. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 77306d2 | Angels are just pretty insects. | Christopher Moore | ||
| f4dc705 | When war makes commerce and commerce is law, profit rules prudence and justice is flawed. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 80790d7 | Everyone thinks that it was the big strong caveman who got the girl, and for the most part, that may have been true, but physical strength doesn't explain how our species created civilization. I think there was always some scrawny dreamer sitting at the edge of the firelight, who had the ability to imagine dangers, to look into the future in his imagination and see possibilities, and therefore survived to pass his genes on to the next gener.. | science | Christopher Moore | |
| 411ee81 | I like my tea like I like my men," Audrey said. Jane looked at her quizzically. "Weak and green," Charlie said." | Christopher Moore | ||
| 57f3c4e | And I was all, "Don't be gross, you crustacious fuck. You pull that thing out and I'll pepper-spray you until you fry." (You have to be stern with weenie waggers--I've been exposed to on the bus over seventeen times, so I know.)" | humorous | Christopher Moore | |
| b1c05a8 | Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet. | Christopher Moore | ||
| b95c175 | I'm fucked. We're fucked. Together. Like Romeo and Juliet, only we get to be in a sequel. | Christopher Moore | ||
| be3d140 | Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics? | humor series vampires | Christopher Moore | |
| 26b9523 | Hope is merely another face of desire. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 45b9abd | Which isn't, like, as bad as it sounds, because the general public kind of sucks ass. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 5624794 | No theory ever benefited by the application of data, Amy. Data kills theories. A theory has no better time than when it's lying there naked, pure, unsullied by facts. Let's just keep it that way for a while." "So you don't really have a theory?" "Clueless." "You lying bag of fish heads." "I can fire you, you know. Even if Clay was the one that hired you, I'm not totally superfluous to this operation yet. I'm kind of in charge. I can fire yo.. | whales | Christopher Moore | |
| 31267fe | He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 72c2ebd | Growl, you live in a slime lair and maintain an identity as the mysterious overlord of an undersea city, you command a fleet of meat dreadnaughts with crews of humanoid whale people, and you're currently reclining in a pulsating mass of gelatinous goo that looks like it escaped from hell's own Jell-O mold--so excuse the fuck out of me if I question your motives. | Christopher Moore | ||
| a59b87b | I could stand on my head and flick the bean right there at the dinner table and my mom would be all, "Honey, Christmas is family time, we should be together" and make me finish in front of everyone." | Christopher Moore | ||
| e620a4e | Ack! Parables. I hate parables. | Christopher Moore | ||
| bff6ac7 | Sometimes, a man must muster all of his courage simply to sit still. How much humanity has been spoiled for the confusion of movement with progress, my friend? How much? | Christopher Moore | ||
| 0da7c91 | People ask every day, "Why was I put on earth?" As if there is perhaps one reason. The truth is that there are too many reasons to count, and each reason and each soul connects to every other," | Allegra Goodman | ||
| e0a132c | Oh, so seldom does fate cast our enemy into our hands, to do with as we will | Donna Leon | ||
| e3a489a | It is a foolish judge who, before the evidence is presented, makes a judgement. | judge judgement | Peter Tremayne | |
| 25060e0 | What if she stepped on a needle and it went right into her foot and Roberta would not feel it and the needle would rise and rise and rise through the veins leading up to the heart and then the needle would STAB HER IN THE HEART and Roberta would DIE and it would be VERY PAINFUL this according to nurse mother a medical expert on Freaky Ways to Croak... The mother shouted that she knew several people who died from the Rising Stab of the Unfel.. | Lynda Barry | ||
| 17db5f1 | Always know there are friends somewhere rooting for you. There are people you don't know, always praying for you and lifting you before God. - Jenee, from "To the Survivors"." | empowerment god healing hope rape recovery sexual-assault sexual-violence shame spirituality suxual-abuse | Robert Uttaro | |
| c0ce2aa | I resolved to come right to the point. "Hello," I said as coldly as possible, "we've got to talk." "Yes, Bob," he said quietly, "what's on your mind?" I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the raging frustration well up inside, then stared angrily at the psychiatrist. "Look, I've been religious about this recovery business. I go to AA meetings daily and to your sessions twice a week. I know it's good that I've stopped drinking. But every oth.. | alcoholism alters dissociative-identity-disorder mental-health mental-illness mpd multiple-personalities multiple-personality psychiatrist psychology split-personality survivor therapy | Robert B. Oxnam | |
| c04ee47 | This is our God. Not a distant judge nor a sadist, but a God who weeps. A God who suffers, not only for us, but with us. Nowhere is the presence of God amidst suffering more salient than on the cross. Therefore what can I do but confess that this is not a God who causes suffering. This is a God who bears suffering. I need to believe that God does not initiate suffering; God transforms it. | Nadia Bolz-Weber | ||
| ec6192e | The sting of grace is not unlike the sting of being loved well, because when we are loved well, it is inextricably linked to all the times we have not been loved well, all the times we ourselves have not loved others well, and all the things we've done or not done that feel like evidence against our worthiness. | Nadia Bolz-Weber |