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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 190dbdc | I opted for the rear door, both as a courtesy and so she couldn't freak out about me showing up on her front doorstep for all of East Falls to see. Being the village pariah does make social calls most trying. -Paige | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 343a7f9 | Nonsense, Chloe. I certainly hope you aren't afraid of cemeteries" "Um, no" Tori said. "It's the bodies buried in them that worry her. Uh, you know, dead bodies? Potential zombies?" "Don't be silly. You can't accidentally raise the dead." "Chloe can." "I've heard Chloe is quite powerful, but I'm sure she doesn't need to worry about raising the dead yet." "She already has. I was there" "I-it's true." I said. "I raised subjects of Dr. Lyle's.. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 6f42750 | Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you." He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you." -- | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 5ec1433 | Between Ricky's charm and persuasion and Gabriel's lock picking and sleight of hand, if I took enough lessons, I could become a first-rate private eye. Or a master criminal. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 29b2f28 | I love that woman. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. I'll do whatever it takes to see that happen. Do you get that? | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| a449d4c | Demon possession strains the boundaries of credulity, given the sheer number of times it seems to happen. One would really hope demons had better things to do with their time. | demons olivia rose | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 2ff0179 | I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| f2677e7 | I am a black stone, the size of a kitchen stove. They wash me in the stream every summer and sing over me. I am skulls and cocks, spring rain and the blood of the bull. Virgins lie with strangers in my name, the young priests throw pieces of themselves at my stone feet. I am white corn, and the wind in the corn, and the earth whereof the corn stands up, and the blind worms rolled in an oozy ball of love at the corn's roots. I am rut and flo.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| ac918cb | He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 39a53be | If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him deeper than any tusk or riving talon ever had, but he was a true hero. | love wounded | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 16af5ed | You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| b186309 | Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the housetops. Sensual, amiable, and defenseless as it was, it would still take a little while to die. | alarm-clocks amiable death-of-sleep defenseless morning small-silver-knives the-city the-great-dream waking-up | Peter S. Beagle | |
| fd181d1 | Sure, she loves him. But they've got two different ideas of love. He wants to dance with her on a terrace with a full moon and a thirty-six-piece orchestra; he wants to go singing through storms with her, like Gene Kelly. She knows about thirty-six-piece orchestras. You have to feed them, and then there's nothing left for the children. | full-moon gene-kelly love practicality singin-in-the-rain thirty-six-piece-orchestras | Peter S. Beagle | |
| efc66ef | The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door. | humor meat opening-lines shoplifting | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 99360f2 | Still the king would have turned away, but Schmendrick touched his arm and leaned near. "It's true, you know," he whispered. "But for him--but for them all--the tale would have worked out quite another way, and who can say that the ending would have been even as happy as this? You must be their king, and you must rule them as kindly as you would a braver and more faithful folk. For they are your fate." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c1396b6 | I am afraid! It is not starving I fear, or talking to people, or even being alone. But I cannot bear to be useless and ineffectual. There must be some meaning to me, if not to my life; there must surely be some purpose that has my name written on it. If this is not so, if I am deceiving myself about this too, then why should I want to become real? What reason have I to live anywhere? | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f0da447 | Forget it, Jonathan, and go back to sleep. And before you go to sleep, pray that no well-meaning god ever makes you immortal. | immortality jonathan-rebeck sleep | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 50cd847 | I'm a strict materialist - but the police are brutal materialists. | police | Jack Williamson | |
| f8e8d74 | All reality seemed to hinge on those infinitesimal bundles of meaning. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 33325e0 | The point is: what happens in heaven?' 'Unknowable wonderfulness?' 'Nonsense. The answer is nothing. Nothing can happen because if something happens, in fact if something can happen, then it doesn't represent eternity. Our lives are about development, mutation and the possibility of change; that is almost a definition of what life is: change.' 'If you disable change, if you effectively stop time, if you prevent the possibility of the alter.. | heaven iain-m-banks look-to-windward religion | Iain M. Banks | |
| f214689 | There is something about the very idea of a city which is central to the understanding of a planet like Earth, and particularly the understanding of that part of the then-existing group-civilization which called itself the West. That idea, to my mind, met its materialist apotheosis in Berlin at the time of the Wall. Perhaps I go into some sort of shock when I experience something deeply; I'm not sure, even at this ripe middle-age, but I hav.. | cities diziet-sma mankind marterialist-apotheosis multifariously-faceted realpolitik the-berlin-wall the-west | Iain M. Banks | |
| 9f29437 | The story," the intruder said, settling back in the chair. "Once upon a time, over the gravity well and far away, there was a magical land where they had no kings, no laws, no money and no property, but where everybody lived like a prince, was very well-behaved and lacked for nothing. And these people lived in peace, but they were bored, because paradise can get that way after a time, and so they started to carry out missions of good works;.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 80549dc | It was a truism that all civilizations were basically neurotic until they made contact with everybody else and found their place within the ever-changing meta-civilisation of other beings, because, until then, during the stage when they honestly believed they might be entirely alone in existence, all solo societies were possessed of both an inflated sense of their own importance and a kind of existential terror at the sheer scale and appare.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| d77892d | The way to a man's heart is through his chest! | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 5db0634 | I have the feeling you are primarily two people,one of which should be killed. | Paul Bowles | ||
| e2b8b4b | The people of each country get more like the people of every other country. They have no character, no beauty, no ideals, no culture-nothing, nothing."... "Everything's getting gray, and it'll be grayer." | Paul Bowles | ||
| 84b274e | It made her sad to realise that in spite of their so often having the same reactions, the same feelings, they never would reach the same conclusions, because their respective aims in life were almost diametrically opposed. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 0d1a848 | Thank God!" he said, and kissed her. Kissing Mairelon was much nicer than anything she had ever dared to imagine, despite the headache." | magic magicians | Patricia C. Wrede | |
| ff51712 | Except you. The revelation was so blindingly sudden the words almost slipped out, and she had to bit her tongue and look away. pg 391, A Matter of Magic | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| c5c48e0 | Allowing anyone, even Mairelon, not only to come close to her, but to circle her waist with his arms brought back old fears, though she had to admit that the sensation was pleasurable on those rare occasions when she could relax enough to enjoy it. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| da35e03 | And on top of everything, Mairelon hadn't even said she looked nice. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| e2b4af0 | He doesn't seem very impressed," Cimorene commented in some amusement. "Why should he be?" Kazul said. | dragons humor | Patricia C. Wrede | |
| ab3b2fb | William didn't look like he'd be difficult about anything - he was thin and sandy-haired and already wore eyeglasses like his father. Most of the time he didn't say much. But when he was curious about something, he was stubborner than a bear after a honeycomb. | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 0990ed6 | Death is always on its way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life....we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times...How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet is all seems limitless. | Paul Bowles | ||
| cef13fe | One of these days the future will be here, and you won't be ready for it. | Paul Bowles | ||
| dbd00db | These were the first moments of a new existence, a strange one in which she already glimpsed the element of timelessness that would surround her. The person who frantically has been counting the seconds on his way to catch a train, and arrives panting just as it disappears, knowing the next one is not due for many hours, feels something of the same sudden surfeit of time, the momentary sensation of drowning in an element become too rich and.. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 98c6259 | That was what he wanted, to be baked dry and hard, to feel the vaporous worries evaporating one by one, to know finally that all the damp little doubts and hesitations that covered the floor of his being were curling up and expiring in the great furnace-blast of the sun. | Paul Bowles | ||
| b59c1c7 | He did not look up because he knew how senseless the landscape would appear. It takes energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking. He knew how things could stand bare, their essence having retreated on all sides to beyond the horizon, as if impelled by a sinister centrifugal force. | Paul Bowles | ||
| f491c02 | Each Whining Thing (1929) When striped snakes shall creep upon us And the nervous screams of birds Make silent all the fountains and the orchards and when these Have caught upon the wing each wing That flutters from the sky Then shall I and then shall I Rip out the smiles from garden walks Transform the minnows into hawks Tarantulas and bees Then shall I and then shall I Unmake each whining thing. | Paul Bowles | ||
| 5f26b8c | Do you love him?" I jumped out of my skin. She was standing right beside me. "Who?" Her eyes widened. "Seth?" I peered over my shoulder at his retreating back. "Um, we've been going together for a long time. A year." "That's not what I asked." I couldn't look at her. Couldn't risk her seeing through me, reading me. "Do you hear bells?" she asked. I had to smile at that. "Bells?" "You know, bells. Music, fireworks." She wiggled her ey.. | Julie Anne Peters | ||
| e2bd9f1 | The secret of a good lie is don't overly explain, and throw in one good detail. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 4a8b651 | At the age of eleven, I owned a slave I couldn't free.O | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 9402363 | Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside. Of course, I should let myself grieve. To deny the grief is to squander a transforming and radiant possibility. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| aa693f8 | When you're unsure of yourself," she said, "when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she's the one inside saying, 'Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are.' She's the power inside you, you understand?" ~August Boatwright" | Sue Monk Kidd |