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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 14e73ea | What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway? | Kim Harrison | ||
| c443fb2 | Vamps were homebodies--high-maintenance, party-till-you-die, don't-look-at-me-funny-or-I'll-kill-you homebodies, but homebodies nevertheless. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 59e4cae | Do you have a finger stick?" she snapped. "No." "Then let me cut your finger." "You're already bleeding," I said. "Use your blood." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 09e23ef | Small steps could make large journeys, if admittedly very slow ones. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 6dd25cf | That was the extent of our relationship, but I knew he used me to keep Were women from insinuating themselves into his life. My gaze landed on the fat little black book beside his phone. Apparently that didn't slow him down when it came to dating. Dang, he needed a rubber band to keep the thing shut. | Kim Harrison | ||
| a62d907 | I could not believe this. I was going to be hacked to shreds to the accompaniment of applause. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 5d69280 | We all watched Al open the door. Turning, he waved to us, then passed the threshold. The door shut behind him. I waited for something to happen. Nothing did. "This isn't good," Quen said. I choked back my burst of laughter, knowing it would come out sounding hysterical." | Kim Harrison | ||
| 33571c7 | Who's going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren't prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don't like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication. | Kim Harrison | ||
| e955aa1 | The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys. | Kim Harrison | ||
| 181a34c | Trent looked me up and down. "Is that all you're going to do?" My pulse quickened, and I gazed at the front of the basilica where the scratching was coming from. "I might have a snack later if nothing comes through those doors." | Kim Harrison | ||
| c72b9b1 | The Law is supposed to keep us safe and strong and able to birth healthy children, yet the Law wants us to tear each other apart to find a leader. The Law's a bunch of hypocrisy. | Annette Curtis Klause | ||
| 519a4ac | Vultures devour the fallen. Hyenas destroy the weak. Humans kill that which they fear. Survive and be strong, or die, cornered by your prey, trembling because the night is dark. | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | ||
| 23b0bb7 | I don't know what kind of life we might have together," I said, never looking away from her warm brown eyes. "But I know I would protect you with the last scrap of my soul. I know I want to be there for you, to hold you, to dance for you, to hunt with you, to be with you no matter where Fate takes us, because it's the sound of your heartbeat that comforts me when I drift off to sleep, and I know I - I cannot offer you royalty. I'm not sure .. | Amelia Atwater-Rhodes | ||
| 8b81aba | Nobody speaks smut to my wife and gets away with it. | sandra-brown | Sandra Brown | |
| 0d4e2d3 | Honor)"You had told me that if you didn't return within a few minutes of ten o'clock, I was to drive away and get as far from Tambour as possible. So, for all you knew, that's what I had done. After nearly dying in that explosion, with a burn on your shoulder, and your hair singed, you could have run in any given direction in order to get away, but you didn't. When you found me on the railroad tracks, you were racing back to the garage. To .. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 7df1fc5 | He lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved him. He believed to this day that she had died knowing that he loved her. How could she not know? He had dedicated his life to never letting her doubt it. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 5c8bed9 | If not for the rats you could crawl beneath a bush. A bush. A bench. The alliterative universe. Rats too can pass through that needle's eye to enter heaven. . . . This box held a refrigerator, the refrigerator is an apartment, a man is in the box. . . . Wake up on the grass, soaking wet. Dew is the piss of God. 'Another bullshit night in suck city, my father mutters. | urban | Nick Flynn | |
| 3d1005b | I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there--hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e5c4b75 | At some point, Len was going to make a real pass at her, forcing her to make a real decision, and the game was so pathetic it made her want to weep. The hunter and the hunted, but it was like a bad nature show: He was a three-legged, runt coyote and she was a tired, limping bunny. It was not magnificent. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 749659f | She said in the way you might wish someone good luck on the lottery. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 9e39e17 | To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| fc530cf | No parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4dd0ee8 | All the tut-tutters out there will say: She should have just left, bundled up what remained of her dignity. Take the high road! Two wrongs don't make a right! All those things that spineless women say, confusing their weakness with morality. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 80846aa | When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I'd done to displease her. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| cf622ce | He was born to be lonely, that's what he knew for certain. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| afe879a | Andie was a physical girl, and that's not code for 'It's all about the sex'. She was a hugger, a toucher, she was prone to running her fingers through my hair or down my back in a friendly scratch. She got reassurance and comfort from touching. And yes, fine, she also liked sex. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b94389d | So let everyone take sides. Team Nick, Team Amy. Turn it into even more of a game: Sell some fucking T-shirts. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d7c8e04 | It's so strange to think: A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 703aff5 | I offer you a second way of approaching the moment where everything in your life just stops, this one from the actor Robert Duvall: "I exist very nicely between the words 'action' and 'cut.'" And even a third way: "It doesn't present as pain," I once heard an oncological surgeon say of cancer." | Joan Didion | ||
| 8fa3564 | It was the kind of Sunday to make one ache for Monday morning. | sunday | Joan Didion | |
| c31e36a | I was not going to Honolulu because I wanted to see life reduced to a short story. I was going to Honolulu because I wanted to see life expanded to a novel, and I still do. | Joan Didion | ||
| 67288b4 | My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember: . | Joan Didion | ||
| 297e8b3 | When we lose that sense of the possible we lose it fast. | Joan Didion | ||
| 1db21da | All I know is that it was very bad when I was twenty-eight. Everything that was said to me I seemed to have heard before, and I could no longer listen. I could no longer sit in little bars near Grand Central and listen to someone complaining of his wife's inability to cope with the help while he missed another train to Connecticut. I no longer had any interest in hearing about the advances other people had received from their publishers, ab.. | Joan Didion | ||
| eeb64e2 | Only the dying man can tell how much time he has left. | Joan Didion | ||
| 8150788 | The genuflection toward 'fairness' is a familiar newsroom piety, in practice the excuse for a good deal of autopilot reporting and lazy thinking but in theory a benign ideal. In Washington, however, a community in which the management of news has become the single overriding preoccupation of the core industry, what 'fairness' has often come to mean is a scrupulous passivity, an agreement to cover the story not as it is occurring but as it i.. | Joan Didion | ||
| 9f8f3d4 | George Washington chopped down the tree, and then he threw away the money. Do you understand? He was telling us an essential truth. Namely, that money doesn't grow on trees. This is what made our country great, Peter. Now George Washington's picture is on every dollar bill. There is an important lesson to be learned from all this. | Paul Auster | ||
| 7309a75 | It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing out. That's what the story boils down to, I think. A series of lost chances. All the pieces were there from the beginning, but no one knew how to put them together. | Paul Auster | ||
| 7a64996 | l shy 'kthr rhb@ mn mwjh@ 'GrD rjl mt. l'shy thmd 'yDan, fm`nh kmnun fy dwrh khll Hy@ SHbh wHsb. | Paul Auster | ||
| 507fc7b | There was nothing to see, nothing to distract me from succumbing to my fears, and the longer I kept my eyes shut, the more terribly I saw my fears wanted me to see. | Paul Auster | ||
| da24e3d | Bildigim bir sey varsa oda karsiligini vermeden bir sey alamayacaginizdir, istediginiz sey ne kadar buyukse karsiliginda odemeniz gereken bedel de o kadar buyuk olur. | Paul Auster | ||
| f92d6b6 | I hear her slip into bed with him, and I hear everything that happens after that. Sex is such a strange and sloppy business, why bother to recount every slurp and moan that ensued? Tom and Honey deserve their privacy, and for that reason I will end my report of the night's activities here. If some readers object, I ask them to close their eyes and use their imaginations. | metafiction sex | Paul Auster | |
| 2999ffd | the seed of greatness exists in every human being. Whether it sprouts or not is our choice. | Sean Patrick | ||
| de0c466 | Social dislocation can easily breed a reactionary form of nostalgia. | Robert D. Putnam |