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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 07fa1f4 | Nite-Owl: Rorschach...? Rorschach, wait! Where are you going? This is too big to be hard-assed about! We have to compromise! Rorschach: No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise. | Alan Moore | ||
| a6b9c8c | Murder, other than in the most strict forensic sense, is never soluble. That dark human clot can never melt into a lucid, clear suspension. Our detective fiction tells us otherwise: everything is just meat and cold ballistics. Provide a murderer, a motive and a means, and you have solved the crime. Using this method, the solution to the Second World War is as follows: Hitler. The German economy. Tanks. Thus, for convenience, we reduce the c.. | crime-solving metafiction murder | Alan Moore | |
| b28b413 | Laurie:Uh-huh. Ahuhuhuh... Jeez, y'know, that felt good. There don't seem to be that many laughs around these days. Dan: Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead. | Alan Moore | ||
| 1b2043d | I did it thirty-five minutes ago. | evil mastermind ozymandias plot | Alan Moore | |
| d49094c | The conventional accept and are frequently charmed by a certain unconventionality. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 94eeff2 | You must not be angry with me. You must think of me as an incomplete person. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 5107e68 | I feel sorry for novelists when they have to mention women's eyes: there's so little choice, and whatever colouring is decided upon inevitably carries banal implications. Her eyes are blue: innocence and honesty. Her eyes are black: passion and depth. Her eyes are green: wildness and jealousy. Her eyes are violet: the novel is by Raymond Chandler. | raymond-chandler writing | Julian Barnes | |
| 7bbb3d5 | Our attitudes and opinions change, we develop new habits and eccentricities; but that's something different, more like decoration. Perhaps character resembles intelligence, except that character peaks a little later [...]. And after that, we're just stuck with what we've got. We're on our own. If so, that would explain a lot of lives, wouldn't it? | Julian Barnes | ||
| 7fb40ef | We muddle along, we let life happen to us, we gradually build up a store of memories. There is the question of accumulation, but not in the sense that Adrian meant, just the simple adding up and adding on of life. And as the poet pointed out, there is a difference between addition and increase. | Julian Barnes | ||
| a617f37 | It took a while, but I remember the moment - or rather, the suddenly arriving argument - which made it less likely that I would kill myself. I realised that, insofar as she was alive at all, she was alive in my memory. Of course, she remained powerfully in other people's minds as well; but I was her principal rememberer. If she was anywhere, she was within me, internalised. This was normal. And it was equally normal - and irrefutable - that.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 50cd7fe | I used to believe, when I was 'just' a reader, that writers, because they wrote books where truth was found, because they described the world, because they saw into the human heart, because they grasped both the particular and the general and were able to re-create both in free yet structured forms, because they understood, must therefore be more sensitive- also less vain, less selfish- than other people. Then I became a writer, and started.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 1f87fdc | With a lover, a wife, when you find the worst - be it infidelity or lack of love, madness or the suicidal spark - you are almost relieved. Life is as I thought it was; shall we now celebrate this disappointment? | Julian Barnes | ||
| 072d1ad | When I was going out with her, it always seemed that her actions were instinctive. But then I was resistant to the whole idea that women were or could be manipulative. This may tell you more about me than it does about her. And even if I were to decide, at this late stage, that she was and always had been calculating, I'm not sure it would help matters. By which I mean: help me. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 1fa5578 | Indeed, isn't the whole business of ascribing responsibility kind of a cop-out? We want to blame an individual so that everyone else is exculpated. Or we blame a historical process as a way of exonerating individuals. Or it's all anarchic chaos, with the same consequence. It seems to me that there is--was--a chain of individual responsibilities, all of which were necessary, but not so long a chain that everybody can simply blame everyone el.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 9a006ec | What was the point of having a situation worthy of fiction if the protagonist didn't behave as he would have done in a book? | life protagonist reality | Julian Barnes | |
| a5e195d | When you are in your twenties, even if you're confused and uncertain about your aims and purposes, you have a strong sense of what life itself is, and of what you in life are, and might become. Later...later there is more uncertainty, more overlapping, more backtracking, more false memories. Back then, you can remember your short life in its entirety. Later, the memory becomes a thing of shreds and patches. It's a bit like the black box aer.. | Julian Barnes | ||
| c2a3a39 | Parece-me que pode ser esta uma das diferencas entre a juventude e a idade: quando somos jovens, inventamos futuros diferentes para nos; quando somos velhos, inventamos passados diferentes para os outros. | Julian Barnes | ||
| 32b0b7b | In life, every ending is just the start of another story. | story | Julian Barnes | |
| f5610a4 | Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) - how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at see, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us. Catastrophe has become art; but this is no reducing process. It is freeing, enlarging, explaining. Catastrophe has bec.. | emotions feelings | Julian Barnes | |
| 55528a5 | Roses," Georgiana repeated, her thoughtful gaze touching his. "It's about time one of the Carroway men decided to cultivate something other than their poor reputations." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| d31204a | In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . . | sad | Mary Higgins Clark | |
| e3a1204 | Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. ( | Tananarive Due | ||
| 3c35d4f | The nights are too long,' he told Missandei, 'and there is much and more to do, always. | grrm | George R.R. Martin | |
| 997b4a1 | If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons. | roose-bolton | George R.R. Martin | |
| bf074c9 | It was almost enough to put a man off whoring. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 6aa0be1 | Without honor, a knight is no more than a common killer. It is better to die with honor than to live without it. | knight | George R.R. Martin | |
| 31085f9 | For Phyllis who made me put dragons in | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 97afb9e | Sex is sharing, you see, and it's good to share with everyone. But the sharing has to be real and meaningful. That creates problems. | sharing | George R.R. Martin | |
| 2a1f167 | You look very elegant today, my lord." "I'm wounded. I strive to look elegant every day." - Tyrion & Littlefinger" | George R.R. Martin | ||
| c94de3f | Egg has the truth of it. Aerion's quite the monster. He thinks he's a dragon in human form, you know. That's why he was so wroth at that puppet show. A pity he wasn't born a Fossoway, then he'd think himself an apple and we'd all be a deal safer, but there you are. | dunk-and-egg fantasy george-r-r-martin humor the-hedge-knight | George R.R. Martin | |
| 80a6d14 | It was all too much. For a moment Eddard Stark wanted nothing so much as to return to Winterfell, to the clean simplicity of the north, where the enemies were winter and the wildlings beyond the Wall. "Surely Robert has other loyal friends," he protested. "His brothers, his--" "--wife?" Varys finished, with a smile that cut. "His brothers hate the Lannisters, true enough, but hating the queen and loving the king are not quite the same thing.. | lord-varys ned-stark | George R.R. Martin | |
| 6424336 | The title was but a courtesy due him as a council member; Varys was lord of nothing but the spiderweb, the master of none but his whisperers. | george-r-r-martin lord-varys | George R. R. Martin | |
| 2fd241a | When the end comes, I will meet it raging. | death end | george r.r. martin | |
| c3e174d | You know the words, but you are too proud to serve. A servant must be humble and obedient. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 2ff0ae3 | The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife. | moon simile | George R.R. Martin | |
| b8876b3 | I never win anything," Dolorous Edd complained. "The gods always smiled on Watt, though. When the wildlings knocked him off the Bridge of Skulls, somehow he landed in a nice depp proof of water. How lucky was that, missing all those rocks?" | of storm swords thrones | George R. R. Martin | |
| 8dde9a8 | Never believe anything you hear at a woman's tit. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| bb1d6bf | The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear | a-song-of-ice-and-fire epic-fantasy fiction george-rr-martin grimdark middle-ages politics war | George R.R. Martin | |
| 32bcf86 | The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 5ce170f | The dungeons are windowless. One hour is much like another down there, and for me, all hours are midnight. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 9a6a06e | Mine is the blood of the dragon. | danaerys dragon | George R.R. Martin | |
| 72d7f42 | I should say something, but what? Pardon me, Father, but it's our brother she wants to marry? | George R.R. Martin | ||
| e69d68d | Melisandre laughed again. "You are lost in darkness and confusion, Ser Davos." "And a good thing." Davos gestured at the distant lights flickering along the walls of Storm's End. "Feel how cold the wind is? The guards will huddle close to those torches. A little warmth, a little light, they're a comfort on a night like this. Yet that will blind them, so they will not see us pass." I hope. "The god of darkness protect us now, my lady, Even .. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 656826a | Have you ever considered that too many answers are the same as no answers at all?" - Tyrion" | George R.R. Martin |