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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| da04919 | It must be really rough, forced to put on a beautiful dress, stick some diamonds or whatever all over you and choke down champagne and lobster croquettes beside the most beautiful man ever born, on or off planet. I don't know how you get through the day with that weight on your shoulders, Dallas." "Shut up." "And here I am, free to squeeze into the local pizza place with McNab where we will split the pie and the check." Peabody shook her he.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 91dfadb | Abracadabra," Roarke stated, and opened it. "Now that's more like it." Hunkered down beside him, Eve studied the neat stacks of cash. "This is how he stayed out of a cage so long. No credit, no e-transfers. Cash on the line. And a file box, loaded with discs and vids." "Best of all." Roarke reached in, took out a PPC. "His personal palm, very likely uninfected and chock-full of interesting data." "Let's load it up, get it in." She pulled ou.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| c240952 | She leaned down until they were eye to eye. "His wife loved him. That's no bullshit. I love you." "That's no bullshit." "If I found out you were screwing around on me, could I off you?" He inclined his head. "I believe I've already been informed you'd be doing the rhumba--after appropriate lessons--on my cold, dead body." "Yeah. Yeah." It cheered her up. "Just not sure pink Jolene has the stones for that." "Jimmy Jay was in violatio.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| f75f86b | Eve sucked air through her nose. "The next person, the very next person, who says that is going to know my wrath." "I'm on a first-name basis with your wrath, sir. I guess this isn't the best time to tell you that McNab and I are thinking of cohabitating." "Oh my God. My eye." Desperate, Eve pressed her fist to the twitch. "Not while I'm driving." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0c02d06 | Stupid son of a bitch" His droopy eyes went huge. "What did you say to me?" "You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you." "You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass." "You couldn't take me ten years ago," she shot back, "you sure .. | feeney | J.D. Robb | |
| a53e037 | It's Nerd World," Peabody said. "Or Geek Galaxy. I can't decide which because it's full of nerds and geeks." "It's Nerd World in the Geek Galaxy." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6cd88c7 | If we do, I want to be the bad cop." "You're a lousy bad cop, Feeney. Face it." He gave her a mournful look. "I outrank you, Dallas." "I'm primary, and I'm better at bad cop. Live with it." "I always have to be the good cop," he muttered as they stepped into a well-lighted hallway with more marble, more gilt." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 9836f4f | And that, she thought as he left her, summed up the miracle of her life. She had a home with him, and he'd be there. | miracle roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 18ce625 | By one tomorrow, I'll look enough like her to pass. I'm calling Mavis." "Oh." Peabody brightened. "Oh, that's iced." "Easy for you to say. You won't have to listen to lectures from her and Trina on why I haven't had my eyebrows shaped lately, or why I haven't used the butt cream or whatever. And I'll probably have to agree to a full treatment after the op." This was said with undisguised bitterness. "I know how they work." "You're a true so.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| b0d7739 | Here you go, fellas. Piping hot...right out of the oven!' 'Is--Is that what I think it is?' 'It's your favourite! Custard pie with cheese and bacon!' 'QUICHE!' 'No, comrade!! Be strong! Monsters don't eat flakey bakery products! Get a hold of yourself!' 'But comrade, I'm STARVING! Our army has no food! We haven't eaten since the ghost circles appeared!' 'Oh well! We certainly have a lot of food Here, don't we, Teach? A Lot of Food...' 'Oh y.. | quiche stupid-stupid-rat-creatures | Jeff Smith | |
| 7cef17d | Filling Station Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with that match! Father wears a dirty, oil-soaked monkey suit that cuts him under the arms, and several quick and saucy and greasy sons assist him (it's a family filling station), all quite thoroughly dirty. Do they live in the station? It has a cement porch behind the pumps, and on it a set .. | Elizabeth Bishop | ||
| ce8706c | Was this how it worked, then, successful social integration? Was it really that simple? Wear some lipstick, go to the hairdressers and alternate the clothes you wear? Someone ought to write a book, or at least an explanatory pamphlet, and pass this information on. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 0240a98 | do not light up a room when I walk into it. No one longs to see me or to hear my voice. I do not feel sorry for myself, not in the least. These are simply statements of fact. I have been waiting for death all my life. I do not mean that I actively wish to die, just that I do not really want to be alive. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 8eb3f45 | All of the people in the room seemed to take so much for granted: that they would be invited to social events, that they would have friends and family to talk to, that they would fall in love, be loved in return, perhaps create a family of their own. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| de62894 | I finally managed to open the door, but couldn't raise my head, didn't have the strength to look up. At least the banging had stopped. That was my only objective. "Jesus Christ!" a man's voice said. "Eleanor Oliphant," I replied." | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 595145b | When did people become embarrassed to sing in public? Was it because of the decline in churchgoing? And yet the television schedule was full of singing contests in which people, however untalented, were far from shy about participating. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| cec4da6 | Life should be about trying new things ,exploring boundaries, I reminded myself. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 93beafc | In the end, what matters is this: I survived." I gave him a very small smile. "I survived, Raymond!" I said, knowing that I was both lucky and unlucky, and grateful for it." | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e783c31 | But it's still love: animals, people. It's unconditional, and it's both the easiest and the hardest thing in the world. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| ab06d9f | The crematorium was a busy place and the parking spaces were needed, I supposed. I'm not sure I'd like to be burned. I think I might like to be fed to zoo animals. It would be both environmentally friendly and a lovely treat for the larger carnivores. Could you request that? I wondered. I made a mental note to write to the WWF in order to find out. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 097afc3 | I have yet to find a genre of music I enjoy; it's basically audible physics, waves and energized particles, and, like most sane people, I have no interest in physics. It therefore struck me as bizarre that I was humming a tune from Oliver! I mentally added the exclamation mark, which, for the first time ever, was appropriate. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 22ae5b6 | I'd made my legs black, and my hair blonde. I'd lengthened and darkened my eyelashes, dusted a flush of pink onto my cheeks and painted my lips a shade of dark red which was rarely found in nature. I should, by rights, look less like a human woman than I'd ever done, and yet it seemed that this was the most acceptable, the most appropriate appearance that I'd ever made before the world. It was puzzling. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 6e61036 | Life was so very precarious. I already knew that, of course. No one knew it better than me. I know, I know how ridiculous this is, how pathetic, but on some days, the very darkest days, knowing that the plant would die if I didn't water it was the only thing that forced me up out of bed. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e661c68 | Some people, weak people, fear solitude. What they fail to understand is that there's something very liberating about it; | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 706dd0e | Human mating rituals are unbelievably tedious to observe. At least in the animal kingdom you are occasionally treated to a flash of bright feathers or a display of spectacular violence. Hair flicking and play fights don't quite cut the mustard. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| c80740a | Social interaction, it appeared, was surprisingly expensive--the travel, the clothes, the drinks, the lunches, the gifts. Sometimes it evened out in the end--like with the drinks--but, I was finding out, more often than not, one incurred a net financial loss. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 2371707 | Life is all about taking decisive action, darling. Whatever you want to do, do it-- whatever you want to take, grab it. Whatever you want to bring to an end, END IT. And live with the consequences. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 9ddf878 | The thing about endings is, they can begin quietly enough. That's how they sneak up on you. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 8984839 | Know, my son, that the enemy will always be with you. He will be in the shadow of your dreams and in your living flesh, for he is the other part of yourself. There will be times when he will surround you with walls of darkness. But remember always that your soul is secure to you, for your soul is entire, and that he cannot enter your soul, for your soul is part of God. | evil god soul | Jane Yolen | |
| 4d37984 | In fantasy stories we learn to understand the differences of others, we learn compassion for those things we cannot fathom, we learn the importance of keeping our sense of wonder. The strange worlds that exist in the pages of fantastic literature teach us a tolerance of other people and places and engender an openness toward new experience. Fantasy puts the world into perspective in a way that 'realistic' literature rarely does. It is not s.. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 58e27d7 | I must fill myself with sorrow if I am to give you what you want. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 4ee8cdd | All around the castle, a briary hedge began to grow, with thorns as sharp as barbs. | Jane Yolen | ||
| d943b5b | He closed the fridge door, made his last breakfast - scrambled eggs - and showered, dressed, combed his hair, left for the theater an hour early so he'd have time to linger with the newspaper over his second-to-last coffee at his favorite coffee place, all of the small details that comprise a morning, a life. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| f48497f | She moved over the surface of life the way figure skaters move, fast and choreographed, but she never broke through the ice, she never pierced the surface and descended into those awful beautiful waters, she was never submerged and she never learned to swim in those currents, these currents: all the shadows and light and splendorous horrors that make up the riptides of life on earth. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| ddd9036 | Toward the end of his second decade in the airport, Clark was thinking about how lucky he'd been. Not just the mere fact of survival, which was of course remarkable in and of itself, but to have seen one world end and another begin. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| cd73a4b | Dear V., I'm a terrible actor and this city is fucking freezing and I miss you. - A. | actor arthur dear-v freezing station-eleven | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 0ee12f6 | There was a new heaven and a new earth," the archer whispered. She saw the look on August's face just afterward and realized that the gunman had been his first--he'd had the colossal good fortune to have made it to Year Twenty without killing anyone--and if she weren't so tired, if it didn't take all of her strength to keep breathing in the face of Sayid's terrible news, she could have told him what she knew: it is possible to survive this .. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| c31fb9b | Miranda opened her eyes in time to see the sunrise. A wash of violent color, pink and streaks of brilliant orange, the container ships on the horizon suspended between the blaze of the sky and the water aflame, the seascape bleeding into confused visions of Station Eleven, its extravagant sunsets the its indigo sea. The lights of the fleet fading into morning, the ocean burning into sky. | shakespeare | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| 4e2c6cc | It isn't possible," she said. "But there it is. Look again." In the distance, pinpricks of light arranged into a grid. There, plainly visible on the side of a hill some miles distant: a town, or a village, whose streets were lit up with electricity." | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| fd49959 | But the trouble, is she doesn't really care. There was a time when this conversation would have reduced her to tears, but now she swivels in her chair to look out at the lake and thinks about moving trucks. She could call in sick to work, pack up her things, and be gone in a few hours. It is sometimes necessary to break everything. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| ce0b313 | She was astonished to see that the boy with the handgun was crying, his face wet. If she could only speak to August. We traveled so far and your friendship meant everything. It was very difficult, but there were moments of beauty. Everything ends. I am not afraid. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 913287b | He who throws dirt is losing ground, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 92d40d1 | They looked at each other and some refraction of the pain in Tom's heart must have shown in his eyes. Frank said, 'In pretty deep, huh?' 'About as deep as it gets. | Nicholas Evans | ||
| 9d14a77 | We will marry each other. | Diana Gabaldon |