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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d50c893 | Will you take me to the motherboard," he said, turning around to her. The and into your bed part he left off. What a gentleman. "Of course." | J.R. Ward | ||
| fe337bc | And suddenly it wasn't a joke. The further she went, the more serious Lassiter got, and the shakier Wrath's shellan became, as if the words she were speaking were ones of great value and meaning. This was tradition for her, he realized. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 51d7589 | Rehv cleared his throat. "What book is that?" The Moor looked up, his almond-shaped eyes focusing with a sharpness Rehv could have done without. "You're awake." "What book?" "It's The Shadow Death Lexicon." "Light reading. And here I thought you were a Candace Bushnell fan." | trez | J.R. Ward | |
| 299e91d | Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually. | J.R. Ward | ||
| a81abbd | Eventually, V cursed. "I wish I knew what would help you, my brother. I mean, if you need a reassuring hug ... I can probably pay someone to give you one." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 91aca24 | The door opened a crack, and then Lassiter, in his game gear, stepped inside the room. As he held something out, Mary couldn't see what it was-- Wait a minute, was that a Snickers bar? "What are you doing?" she blurted as he cautiously approached. The beast snapped to attention, its jowls curling up in a snarl at the angel. But Lassiter was undaunted--so not a shocker. "Here," he said. "Have a Snickers. You're not yourself when you're hangr.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 876ee6f | Though she remained earthbound, the freedom in her soul made her fly. | freedom | J.R. Ward | |
| 231a998 | It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0066207 | Grief . . . is a sacred way of honoring those we love. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 269f9da | My Lord!" the doggen exclaimed. "Sire! Oh, it is good that you have arrived home before the storm! May I get you a libation?" Fritz's smile was like that of a basset hound's, all wrinkles and enthusiasm, and the butler had a dog's lack of time conception, his joy as if the pair of them had been gone for five years, not an hour. "How 'bout a couple of bulletproof vests," V said under his breath. "But of course! Would you care for the Point B.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d2ebedd | Mary." Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. "Lassiter?" "I'm over here." "Where?" She looked all around. "Why is your voice echoing?" "Chimney." "What?" "I'm stuck in the fucking chimney." She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. "Lass? What the hell are you doing up there?" His voice emanated from somewhere above he.. | earrings gift haha mothers-tears never-again playing-santa so-sweet stuck-in-the-chimney | J.R. Ward | |
| cde1a48 | You stay away from Xcor." "You are not in a position to give orders, female." He laughed in a hard burst. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe this is all over someone like him. Who the hell is that piece of shit anyway--" "He's your fucking brother," she snapped. "That's who he is." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 4aa9e50 | As the brother put the carving knife aside, he said, "Stuffing?" "Am I breathing?" Phury shoved a spoon into the bird and piled high. "Mashed?" "Do you have gravy?" "Am breathing?" V cracked a smile. "Roger that. And affirmative on the gravy." When a plate was put in front of him, he glanced up. "No veggies? Not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth." "Vegetable matter is a waste of porcelain space." Phury pushed a knife and fork acro.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| df24a04 | How old are you?" "Eighteen years out of my transition. You?" He raised his cocktail glass. "Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months." "Not even middle-aged." "No." He smiled. "Not old. Now, if we were humans, this would be inappropriate." "Well, you would be dead. So yes, necrophilia is creepy." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 2c8733a | Empece a escribir cuando tenia ocho anos,entonces no sabia que me habia encadenado de por vida a un noble pero implacable amo... Cuando Dios le entrega a uno un don, tambien le da a uno un latigo. Y el latigo es unicamente para autoflagelarse"." -- | Truman Capote | ||
| b18b9a3 | Charli kaza, che obichta e niz ot obich. | Truman Capote | ||
| 3ca964a | I had kept my promise; I had found him. It took weeks of after-work roaming through those Spanish Harlem streets, and there were many false alarms--flashes of tiger-striped fur that, upon inspection, were not him. But one day, one cold sunshiny Sunday winter afternoon, it was. Flanked by potted plants and framed by clean lace curtains, he was seated in the window of a warm-looking room: I wondered what his name was, for I was certain he had.. | Truman Capote | ||
| da35da6 | In the country, spring is a time of small happenings happening quietly, hyacinth shoots thrusting in a garden, willows burning with a sudden frosty fire of green, lengthening afternoons of long flowing dusk, and midnight rain opening lilac; but in the city there is the fanfare of organ-grinders, and odors, undiluted by winter wind, clog the air; windows long closed go up, and conversation, drifting beyond a room, collides with the jangle of.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 84351ca | The compulsively superstitious person is also very often a serious believer in fate; that was the case with Perry. | Truman Capote | ||
| da04083 | If I could do anything, I would go to the middle of our planet Earth and seek uranium, rubies and gold. I'd look for unspoiled monsters. Then I'd move to the country. --Florie Rotondo, age 8 | Truman Capote | ||
| fcf5845 | Is it - I'm not certain - possible to love someone if your first interest is the use you can make of him? Doesn't the gainful motive, and the guilt accruing to it, halt the progression of other emotions? It can be argued that even the most decently coupled people were initially magnetized by the mutual-exploitation principle - sex, shelter, appeased ego; but still that is trivial, human: the difference between that and truly using another p.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 9f4e640 | it's fruitcake weather! | Truman Capote | ||
| 1a15e3f | There's so few things men can talk about. If a man doesn't like baseball, then he must like horses, and if he doesn't like either of them, well, I'm in trouble anyway: he doesn't like girls. | Truman Capote | ||
| 2ae4537 | I edva togava si dadokh smetka, che pod otlichno podd'rzhanata pov'rkhnost vinagi e imalo edno uzhaseno, daveshcho se dete. | Truman Capote | ||
| df295df | Flannery O'Connor had a certain genius. I don't think John Updike has, or Norman Mailer or William Styron, all of whom are talented, but they don't exceed themselves in any way. Norman Mailer thinks William Burroughs is a genius, which I think is ludicrous beyond words. I don't think William Burroughs has an ounce of talent. | john-updike norman-mailer william-s-burroughs william-styron | Truman Capote | |
| ecca469 | Existe una raza de hombres inadaptados, de hombres que no pueden parar ni establecerse, hombres que destrozan el corazon de quien se acerque a ellos y que vagan por el mundo a la ventura... Recorren la tierra, remontan los rios, escalan de la montana las cimas mas altas, llevan en si la maldicion de la sangre gitana y no saben lo que quiere decir descansar. Si no se movieran de una misma senda llegarian lejos: fuertes son, valientes y since.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 703193c | That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky. | Truman Capote | ||
| dd00b57 | We huddle in the bed, and she squeezes my hand I-love-you. | Truman Capote | ||
| 8a93d61 | First lines) Now a traveler must make his way to Noon City by the best means he can, for there are no trains or buses headed in that direction, though six days a week a truck from the Chuberry Turpentine Company collects mail and supplies at the nextdoor town of Paradise Chapel; occasionally a person bound for Noon City can catch a ride with the driver of the truck, Sam Ratcliffe. It's a rough trip no matter how you come, for these washboar.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 966ebec | All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called decadent? It's like saying a declaration of love is an act of decadence. Any work of art, provide it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love. | Truman Capote | ||
| 040e745 | She realised that letting someone go was setting them free. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 2f49780 | She kept an eye on the horizon, or where she thought it was, and understood that not everything that existed could be seen. Not every border was clear. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 1401d72 | Natural law says that matter cannot be created or destroyed, but that was pre-spanx. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 70d51a3 | You should be more paranoid than you are. Your typical suburban mom worries all the time, but she worries about the wrong things. Because she doesn't worry about me. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 284d1b7 | You're my best friend. I understand you and appreciate you, and can make you happy the rest of your life, I promise you that. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 5ab93dd | It's fun to do something dumb. Not something really dumb, like my second marriage. That was really really dumb. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 3c2e9ac | Work is the best remedy for any shock, | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 74f7f42 | He left the unspoken question hanging in the air. How did one annoy a two- kilometre-long black rectangular slab? And just what form would its disapproval take | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| d18d87e | Even the few serious crimes that did occur received no particular attention in the news. For well-bred people do not, after all, care to read about the social gaffes of others. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 7e039cb | Moses Kaldor had always loved mountains; they made him feel nearer to the God whose nonexistence he still sometimes resented. | nature religion | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 4a2d3db | Some women, Commander Norton had decided long ago, should not be allowed aboard ship; weightlessness did things to their breasts that were too damn distracting. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| e84ae62 | Much blood has also been spilled on the carpet in attempts to distinguish between science fiction and fantasy. I have suggested an operational definition: science fiction is something that COULD happen - but usually you wouldn't want it to. Fantasy is something that COULDN'T happen - though often you only wish that it could. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 31fc88a | Children grow fast in this low gravity. But they don't age so quickly--they'll live longer than we do." Floyd stared in fascination at the self-assured little lady, noting the graceful carriage and the unusually delicate bone structure." -- | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| f68ac33 | He was alone in an airless, partially disabled ship, all communication with Earth cut off. There was not another human being within half a billion miles. And yet, in one very real sense, he was not alone. Before he could be safe, he must be lonelier still. | Arthur C. Clarke |