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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1f8f3ed | Odd Thing to Read After an Autopsy: "He was in much better health than we expected." Well, yeah ... except for the DEAD part." | Teresa Medeiros | ||
| e03883e | A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops. | Teresa Medeiros | ||
| 630250a | A great tactician creates plans. A good tactician recognizes the soundness of a plan presented to him. A fair tactician must see the plan succeed before offering approval. Those with no tactical ability at all may never understand or accept it. Nor | Timothy Zahn | ||
| f518f06 | As he joined them, Lando felt a frown crease his forehead. It had been hard to tell through all the rest of their murmurings. But he could have sworn Winter had just said-- 'Winter?' he asked. 'Yes?' she said, looking at him Lando felt his lip twitch. 'Nothing, he said, and kept walking. Because, really, no one said 'May the Force be with us' anymore. No one but Rebels and religious nuts. And if Winter was one of either group, he really did.. | Timothy Zahn | ||
| ea1f0ba | An enemy will almost never be anything except an enemy. All one can do with an enemy is defeat him. But and adversary can sometimes become an ally. There is a cost, of course. In all things in life there is a cost. In dealing with an adversary, sometimes the cost paid in power or position. Sometimes the cost is greater. Sometimes the risk is one's future, or even one's life. | star-wars thrawn | Timothy Zahn Star Wars: Thrawn | |
| ba7316b | No one is immune from failure. All have tasted the bitterness of defeat and disappointment. A warrior must not dwell on that failure, but must learn from it and continue on. But | Timothy Zahn | ||
| 0722fbe | Learn about art, Captain," Thrawn said, his voice almost dreamy. "When you understand a species' art, you understand that species." | Timothy Zahn | ||
| dee356c | One is born with a unique set of talents and abilities. One must choose which of those talents to nurture, which to set aside for a time, which to ignore completely. Sometimes | Timothy Zahn | ||
| 8edfd04 | Thrawn shrugged. "There are two ways to destroy a person, Jorj. Kill him, or ruin his reputation." | thrawn | Timothy Zahn | |
| fd99f62 | When all the options are wrong," he muttered to himself in the darkness, "what does it matter which one I choose?" | Drew Karpyshyn | ||
| 2adeb66 | Now that it's too late, now that I lie here dying on this bloodstained sand, I finally get it. I understand, now. I understand. I know what he meant. My father told me that to know the enemy is half the battle. I know you, now. That's right. It's you. All of you who sit in comfort and watch me die, who see the twitch of my bowels through my own eyes: You are my enemy. Corpses lie scattered around me, gleanings left in a wheat field by a car.. | Matthew Woodring Stover | ||
| fa180b2 | Once you sand the corners off consequences, people start to get really fucking weird. | Matthew Woodring Stover | ||
| f0f4492 | His agony somehow became an invisible hand, stretching out through the Force, a hand that found her, far away, alone in her apartment in the dark, a hand that felt the silken softness of her skin and the sleek coils of her hair, a hand that dissolved into a field of pure energy, of pure feeling that reached inside her-- And now he felt her, really felt her in the Force, as though she could have been some kind of Jedi, too, but more than tha.. | anidala intimacy lovers padmé-amidala star-wars the-force | Matthew Woodring Stover | |
| 73b5d36 | And Anakin is on his way despite the dread boiling through his blood. That's what makes him a real hero. Not the way the HoloNet labels him; not without fear, but stronger than fear. He looks the dragon in the eye and doesn't even slow down. | star-wars | Matthew Woodring Stover | |
| 3eb1721 | I sometimes wonder how many hours of my life I have wasted bitching about keyboards. The use of keyboards and synthesizers is the Roe v. Wade of '80s metal. It was-without question-the lamest instrument a band could use. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 9eabc67 | We all convince ourselves of things like this- not necessarily about Say Anything, but about any fictionalized portrayals of romance that happen to hit us in the right place, at the right time. | love romance truth | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 9f47585 | Jewel moved 432,000 hardcover copies of A Night Without Armor, thereby making her the best-selling American poet of the past fifty years. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 6ca3a62 | Leadership is a word people use to reconcile any kind of charisma that was impossible to otherwise explain. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| cb9753b | We spend our lives learning many things, only to discover (again and again) that most of what we've learned is either wrong or irrelevant. A big part of our mind can handle this; a smaller, deeper part cannot. And it's that smaller part that matters more, because that part of our mind is who we really are (whether we like it or not). | futility learning | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 9524654 | The main problem with mass media is that it makes it impossible to fall in love without any acumen of normalcy. There is no "normal," because everyone is being twisted by the same sources simultaneously. You can't compare your relationship with the playful couple who lives next door because they're probably modeling themselves after Chandler Bing and Monica Geller." | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 216cddd | I never feel weird about being the main character in the nontransferable, nonexistent movie of my life. That's totally fine. What makes me nervous is a growing suspicion that this movie is fucked up and devoid of meaning. The auteur is a nihilist. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 49ae442 | I could see that the Wasichus did not care for each other the way our people did before the nation's hoop was broken. They would take everything from each other if they could, and so there were some who had more of everything than they could use, while crowds of people had nothing at all and maybe were starving. They had forgotten that the earth was their mother.10 This | John G. Neihardt | ||
| 01e055d | William Shakespeare: My muse, as always, is Aphrodite. Philip Henslowe: Aphrodite Baggett, who does it behind the Dog and Crumpet? | muse shakespeare-in-love william-shakespeare | Marc Norman | |
| 4226360 | It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. Her absence was palpable, even though she was still in the room. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 663d34e | I felt especially grateful now having the red Moleskine to confide in. Just knowing a Snarl was on the other side to read it--to possibly care--inspired my pen to move quickly in answer to his question. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 51a6647 | The reward is in the risk. You can't stay hidden inside Grandpa's overprotective cloak forever. You've seemed like you needed to grow out of that for a while. Mom and Dad going away, and the red notebook, these things just helped. Now it's up to you to | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 76e1543 | I also feel fairly confident that the original Texaco Salvatore was a good family man, with perhaps a propensity for wearing his wife's panties and betting his kids' college money at the track, but otherwise a solid dude. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| b9bd964 | I've never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something? | Rachel Cohn | ||
| a3e6273 | A department store two days before Christmas Eve is like a city in a state of siege.... | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 4e6d02f | My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| be888df | I was strictly a college-ruled man myself, having no talent for illustration and a microscopic scrawl that made wide-ruled seem roomy. The blank pages were usually the most popular | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 0b6da19 | Do you still Kill Gerbils? | lily | Rachel Cohn | |
| 94b6e37 | Somebody how wouldn't judge another for prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, and who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 08fba7b | I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| d28ee14 | I shouldn't, but I do. I trust. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 497172a | Travis Hunter's blood froze in his veins at the piercing female scream that echoed through the forest. He was moving just as the sharp scent of blood tinted the crisp mountain air mixed with the rancid smell of the rogue mutants. | ashwood-falls lia-davis romance shapeshifter tiger wolf | Lia Davis | |
| 10ce783 | I wish to be naked before you," she commanded. "Make it so, Manuel." | J.R. Ward | ||
| f8af62c | They sat side by side in silence--because sometimes that was all you could do for someone you loved: There were paths that had to be walked alone. And that just sucked. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 10fa2fb | Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 305ad4a | just like peaches," he said, stripping off her panties. "And I love peaches." -Wrath" -- | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9c7feb2 | It was hard to explain. But what was between them went further than a mating ceremony or a back carving or a witnessed exchange of commitment. He couldn't put his finger on the why of it...but she was his missing puzzle piece, the twelfth in his dozen, the first and last pages of his book. | lover-mine xhex | J.R.Ward | |
| aa4e816 | Scrambling through the drifts, Blay rushed over and landed on his knees. Qhuinn was sprawled on the ground, his long, heavy legs stretched out, his upper body in John's lap. The male just stared at him with those mismatched eyes, unmoving, unspeaking. "Is he paralyzed?" Blay demanded, looking over at John. "Not that I'm aware of," Qhuinn replied dryly. I think he's got a concussion, John signed. "I do not--" He went flying off the hood of h.. | J R Ward | ||
| 36cac92 | Cuz it sure as hell appeared that his library card was getting stamped tonight. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5ad46c4 | As soon as he was free from the library, he raced away from the Sanctuary, returning his faithless body to his bedroom at the mansion. He was still erect when he got there. Duh. Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot ... or maybe ... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female. | J.R. Ward |