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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b35fd59 | None of us here want to see our children follow in our footsteps, it's too hard a life. | Mario Puzo | ||
| 956db76 | Dean, ragged in a motheaten overcoat he brought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone, and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again. Poor little Laura, my baby, to whom I'd told everything about Dean, began almost to cry. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 04f332d | I never dwelt on the dark farcical furious real life of this roaring working world, wow. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ac0a125 | What we take, how and what we make, what we waste, is in fact a question of ethics. | Yvon Chouinard | ||
| 3dc8b82 | Tinsley hated the thought of people greeting her with "Where's Julian?" It was like once you were a couple, you ceased to exist as an individual. It made her a little sick to her stomach." | Cecily von Ziegesar | ||
| 8a647f5 | He was ready to stop trying to matter; he was ready to simply live. | Jess Walter | ||
| 3af1563 | We want what we want--we love who we love. | Jess Walter | ||
| 982f971 | Pasquale's eyes felt heavy and he thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon | Jess Walter | ||
| 134576b | It was odd and intimate, their hands connected, their heads in different rooms. They could talk. They could hold hands. But they couldn't see each other's faces. | Jess Walter | ||
| 9ea5dea | Claire happy to no longer expect...but embrace the sweet lovely mess that is real life. | Jess Walter | ||
| a10d3f3 | Being alive isn't the same thing as living | Jess Walter | ||
| 113ca4f | He was part of a ruined generation of young men coddled by their parents -by their mothers especially- raised on unearned self-esteem, in a bubble of overaffection, in a sad incubator of phony achievement. | Jess Walter | ||
| 910f65b | There are a lot of ways for a novelist to create suspense, but also really only two: one a trick, one an art. | writing writing-advice writing-craft writing-process | Charles Finch | |
| 8691a8b | the more you lived the more regret and longing you suffered, that life was a glorious catastrophe | Jess Walter | ||
| af0152f | Jobs and Clow agreed that Apple was one of the great brands of the world, probably in the top five based on emotional appeal, but they needed to remind folks what was distinctive about it. So they wanted a brand image campaign, not a set of advertisements featuring products. It was designed to celebrate not what the computers could do, but what creative people could do with the computers. " This wasn't about processor speed or memory," Jobs.. | business-culture business-success | Walter Isaacson | |
| 2b1ff0e | Jobs liked to tell the story- and he did so to his team that day- about how everything that he had done correctly had required a moment when he hit the rewind button. In each case he had to rework something that he discovered was not perfect. He talked about doing it on Toy Story, when the character of Woody had evolved into being a jerk, and on a couple of occasions with the original Macintosh. " If something isn't right, you can't just ig.. | problem-solving | Walter Isaacson | |
| 861c330 | fy lnhy@.lmutshrd ldyh sbb llbk,kl shyy' fy hdh l`lm muwjh Ddh. _fj'@a bd't drk 'n ljmy` fy 'mryk lSwS blfTr@. _wlnjwm knt nudf thlj zy'f@. _lqd tfqn 'n yuHb klun mn l'khr bjnwn. _l'n l`lm bly@ qd wldt,`lj l`lm hw `S mlwy@. _nHnu lshyy' rbm nmwt Gdan nHnu lshyy' 'nti w'n | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 30e2721 | Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom.... | gloom orange sunset twilight | Jack Kerouac | |
| 01b8a97 | Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pep.. | authors books conspiracy dubai dystopia dystopian-fiction economic-collapse economics end-of-the-world espionage future maine politics satire small-press spy-thriller writers writing | Jeff Phillips | |
| 36e38fb | embrace and fully 'excavate' our Shadow, the seeming darkness within. Only by fully honoring all aspects of our journey (every wound, every person, every trauma) can we begin to accept and eventually honor all of who we are." --JOHN POLLARD," | Jeff Brown | ||
| fca6454 | Look, I told you before--you can't heal your heart with your mind. You can only heal your heart with your heart. | Jeff Brown | ||
| f95dd22 | if you really want to live, it's imperative that you go back down the path and claim it. You've got to be there then before you can be here now. The mystery begins with our history. | Jeff Brown | ||
| 18697ed | Good grief, Rex, doesn't Skywalker tell his underlings to put clothes on? What does he think this is, a cruise liner?" It was at times like this that Rex savoured the true value of his bucket. He silenced his helmet audio for a moment with a quick eye movement, roared with laughter, and then switched the speaker back on. "Would you like me to ask him, sir?" "Rex, you're enjoying this..." "Me, sir? Never, sir." | anakin-skywalker captain-rex clone-wars gilad-pellaeon karen-traviss star-wars | Karen Traviss | |
| 4c4a6c6 | You feel as if everybody has been given an instruction manual on how to be likable, but you didn't get it. And they are all sold out now. And if you are what you eat, then you must have surely spent the last few years of your life eating dog food and cat shit. Because when you look in the mirror, it is all that you see. | feelings life | Heather O'Neill | |
| e22db71 | Jules and I were tiny people. We were delicate. We were almost destroyed. We were vulnerable. Like nerds in a school yard of bullies, we could have traded our stamps and cards of extinct animals. That's the kind of people we would be if our situation were different. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| e0e1e4e | I closed my eyes and the roof was gone. I could see the stars while the piano tinkled. I could see Jupiter and it was blue, and Neptune was silver like a tennis ball sprayed silver. I could reach out and touch it, like cold water. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| fcda189 | Only a silly sober fool could think it; imagine gloating over such nonsense (because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was "the pathway to wisdom lies through excess")" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| d3119a3 | I'm a terrible person,' Pierrot said to her. 'I'm quite wicked too', Rose said, and she smiled at him. Pierrot knew that Rose was punished every time she spoke to him. All her words were contraband, treasured items from the black market. A sentence from her was like a pot of jam during wartime. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| 16f8cad | In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn't get. | Heather O'Neill | ||
| a117544 | Markov's not important,' she said. 'I'm not important. You're not important. Winning the war, that's the only important thing.' 'No,' I said, 'I disagree. Markov was important. So am I and so are you. That's why we have to win. | David Benioff | ||
| 1549c93 | Don't worry, my friend. I won't let you die." I was seventeen and stupid and I believed him." | stupid teenagers | David Benioff | |
| b2ad453 | The man knows he's a target. He's very careful. The'll find the guns.' Kolya responded with a mournful fart, low and solemn as a single note of a baritone horn. | David Benioff | ||
| 3aa6d7a | You said that it would be the two of us from now on, if this happened. That there would be no more Audrey, no other woman. That you'd come to me to be comforted, to be cared for." He took great handfuls of her own wonderfully soft hair and framed her face in his lean hands. He bent to kiss her with breathless tenderness, savoring her warm mouth. "I will. Even if I don't know that I can cope with that again," he said huskily. "With lovemakin.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| a20f669 | Tate gave me your birthday present when you were here before," she confessed. "I put it on top of the cabinet in the dining room and forgot to give it to you. Here, I'll fetch it!" Cecily felt as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her just at the sound of his name. She could almost taste him on her mouth, feel the fierce hunger of his body as he pressed her into the wall... "He remembered my birthday," she said faintly, touched. "He alwa.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 0252640 | Don't make that mistake again," he said in a voice so quiet it was barely audible. He looked as if all his latent hostilities were waiting for an excuse to turn on her. "If you throw that cup at me, so help me, I'll carry you over and put you down in the punch bowl!" "You and the CIA, maybe!" Cecily hissed. "Go ahead and try...!" Tate actually took a step toward her just as Colby managed to get between them. "Now, now," he cautioned. Cecil.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 5735789 | In a private room down the hall, a tired but delighted Cecily was watching her husband with his brand-new son. Cecily had thought that the expression on Tate's face at their wedding would never be duplicated. But when they placed the tiny little boy in his father's gowned arms in the delivery room, and he saw his child for the first time, the look on his face was indescribable. Tears welled in his eyes. He'd taken the tiny little fist in hi.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 0c7cccf | Cecily let her cheek fall to Leta's shoulder and hugged her back. It felt so nice to be loved by someone in the world. Since her mother's death, she'd had no one of her own. It was a lonely life, despite the excitement and adventure her work held for her. She wasn't openly affectionate at all, except with Leta. "For God's sake, next you'll be rocking her to sleep at night!" came a deep, disgusted voice at Cecily's back, and Cecily stiffened.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 1a26d2a | Tell me!" Cecily insisted later, shaking Colby by both arms. "Cut it out, you'll dismember me," Colby said, chuckling. She let go of the artificial arm and wrapped both hands around the good one. "I want to know. Listen, this is my covert operation. You're just a stand-in!" "I promised I wouldn't tell." "You promised in Lakota. Tell me in English what you promised in Lakota." He gave in. He did tell her, but not Leta, what was said, but onl.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 1bb82d3 | You have to stop letting me do this," he bit off, half-angrily. "If you'll stop leaning on me so that I can get my hands on a blunt object, I'll be happy to...!" He kissed the words into oblivion. "It isn't a joke," he murmured into her mouth. His hips moved in a gentle, sensuous sweep against her hips. He felt her shiver. "That's...new," she said with a strained attempt at humor. "It isn't," he corrected. "I've just never let you feel it .. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 802c4be | His eyes ran over her hungrily. "I couldn't get it out of my mind," he said, almost to himself, "the way it felt, back at my mother's house. I was never so hungry for anyone, but it wasn't completely physical, even then." He frowned. "I want you, Cecily, and I hate myself for it." "What else is new?" She gestured toward the door. "Go home. And I hope you don't sleep a wink." "I probably won't," he said ruefully. He moved toward the door, he.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 5986a74 | She pulled the shawl closer as a tall, lithe figure cut across the parking lot and joined her at the passenger door. "You're already famous," Colby Lane told her, his dark eyes twinkling in his lean, scarred face. "You'll see yourself on the evening news, if you live long enough to watch it." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Tate's on his way right now." "Unlock this thing and get me out of here!" she squeaked. He chuckled. "Coward." H.. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 7e29d1b | the haunted always take refuge in stillness. | Christina Dodd | ||
| 18ec620 | Miss Prendregast!" He rapped on his desk with his knuckles. "You were never in any danger!" "Except from the wild animals." His lids swept down as if he needed a reprieve from looking at her. "Alert me if you're attacked by a rabbit." | sarcasm | Christina Dodd | |
| bf213b3 | All I wanted was a man who could love and who loved me, who I could share my secrets with and know his. | secrets | Christina Dodd |