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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a7351be | Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full. | humanity insatiable self | Donald Barthelme | |
| e66b3f5 | the hinder portion scalding-house good eating Curve B in addition to the usual baths and ablutions military police sumptuousness of the washhouse risking misstatements kept distances iris to iris queen of holes damp, hairy legs note of anger chanting and shouting konk sense of "mold" on the "muff" sense of "talk" on the "surface" konk2 all sorts of chemical girl who delivered the letter give it a bone plummy bare legs saturated in every bel.. | chaos | Donald Barthelme | |
| 2f3f8ec | The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm tympanic page. | Donald Barthelme | ||
| 9c938d9 | I thought I was going to lose you, she sent. Never. We shall never be separated. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 65bbe5c | And at last, the lonely young man who belonged to no one finally belonged to someone, forever, and the practical girl who would not settle for less than a love story for the ages found the lifelong romance she had yearned for all her life. | historical-romance | Melissa de la Cruz | |
| 37fb9a0 | This is why he never took these jobs anymore, Wes realized. It was too much-he couldn't save everybody-he couldn't even keep his solders alive, let alone in a line. Daran was lost, and while he was a jerk and a lowlife, he had still entrusted his life to Wes and Wes had failed him. He couldn't keep doing this, there were so many . . .and he was too young to watch so many kids die. Now he was being asked to save a few more . . . for what? So.. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| e65ac98 | This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey? | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 301b314 | I can't think of anything I'm not grateful for. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| d975d26 | It was the truth, and like any truth, it was powerful | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| dafc652 | By lunchtime, the rest of the school was still talking about last night's epic howler at Hell Hall, but Mal had no interest. The party was the past; she'd moved on. She had bigger things to worry about now. All she could think about was how her mother wanted the Dragon's Eye back. And how Maleficent wouldn't see her as anything other than her father's daughter--in other words, a pathetic, soft human--until Mal could prove her wrong. Mal kep.. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| e3bdf5d | She had an unusual name. She knew that much. It wasn't the kind of name that you found on ceramic coffee mugs at airport gift shops or emblazoned on mini-license plate souvenirs you could hang on your bedroom door after you returned from Disneyland. Her name was pretty and unusual and had meaning. | the-van-alen-legacy unusual-names | Melissa de la Cruz | |
| ff8fa07 | I give myself to you and accept you as my own. | Melissa de la Cruz | ||
| 5720350 | She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once. | lesbian lesbian-romance love relationships romance true-love | Michelle Tea | |
| 120eba7 | So I kept talking because nothing gets me going like knowing I should shut up. Oh, I should be quiet and full of potential like all those still flowers, but I know I am a weed and I've got to blow my seeds around the garden. | Michelle Tea | ||
| 3b24a7b | Nationalism and ethnic pride, in the long run, delay human development, and the misery they cause must be recognized. If enough people saw that , maybe we wouldn't have so many wars. | life-philosophy nationalism war | Harvey Pekar | |
| e824214 | You weren't supposed to spill out of the dedication page. But then you fucked everything. | Salvador Plascencia | ||
| dafb4f4 | You cannot kill or steal from a man while he is asleep and heartbroken. While it is said that everything is fair in love an war, the dictum is nullified when both love and war occur simultaneously... | war | Salvador Plascencia | |
| 3fbed0d | In the past, Cameron, worrying about Ian, would go make sure that he wasn't sitting alone in a huddle, or staring for hours at a Ming bowl, or pouring over some endless mathematical exercise. These days, Cameron knew that Ian used the excuse of not liking crowds to spend more time alone with his wife - in bed. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| f0ec901 | Ian slid the pot of honey toward his plate. "We should go back upstairs," he said to Beth. "What?" Beth looked up from a list she was writing. "Why?" Ian rose and pulled back Beth's chair without answering. Ian had difficulty lying, so when he knew he shouldn't say what was on his mind, he'd learned to keep his mouth firmly closed. Beth knew him well, though. Without arguing, she let him take her arm and steer her from the table. Before he.. | honey ian | Jennifer Ashley | |
| cab3375 | Stop it. You are trusting. You love your fans. You're cool and funny and chill. You are Jennifer Lawerence."- Darian" -- | Ashley Poston | ||
| 5ad5250 | He'd done everything in his power to make damn certain that Daniel never had to fear coming home. At that endeavor, Cameron knew he'd already surpassed his own father. | daniel father-and-son | Jennifer Ashley | |
| b31837a | Life is the greatest show on earth | Sara Gruen | ||
| 0f1f39b | When she comes to retrieve me [in the nursing home], after the tan-colored pudding with edible oil topping has sat for a while and been removed... | Sara Gruen | ||
| 8f4fa2c | Always carry a large flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and further, always carry a small snake. | Sara Gruen | ||
| cd4cd32 | I get poked and prodded like this every morning. I'm like a piece of meat unearthed from the back of the fridge, suspect until proven otherwise. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 1bbd7e7 | I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there a while, biding its time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry in the morning. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 7f46b0e | He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him. Doesn't she remember? | Sara Gruen | ||
| 860b720 | The person following is never in control, which she knows full well and which is exactly why she does it. | following leadership psychology relationships | Sara Gruen | |
| a423937 | She closed her eyes and tried to think, as she had done so many times in her life, of something she was looking forward to, but there was nothing. Not the slightest thing. Not even Sunday. Nothing maybe except sleep, and she was not even certain she was looking forward to sleep. In any case, she could not sleep yet, since it was not yet nine o'clock. There was nothing she could do. It was as though she had been locked away. In | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 772fd26 | memory and regret can mingle, how much sorrow can be held within, and how nothing seems to have any shape or meaning until it is well past and lost and, even then, how much, under the weight of pure determination, can be forgotten and left aside only to return in the night as piercing pain. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 7e0e8da | If water can be changed into wine and the dead can be brought back, then I want time pushed back. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 836d88d | And then it occurred to her that she was already feeling that she would need to remember this room, her sister, this scene, as though from a distance. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| d22387a | Imaginings and resonances and pain and small longings and prejudices. They mean nothing against the resolute hardness of the sea. They meant less than the marl and the mud and the dry clay of the cliff that were eaten away by the weather, washed away by the sea. It was not just that they would fade: they hardly existed, they did not matter, they would have no impact on this cold dawn, this deserted remote seascape where the water shone in t.. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 297bce9 | Small things bring joy, somedays. | Warren Ellis | ||
| de6e8d5 | And someone, somewhere, is saying What the fuck? Why not? | Warren Ellis | ||
| 9f9565b | The elevator doors opened to reveal a very large man brandishing a bloodstained antique phone receiver in a plastic bag and proclaiming, "I found this up him!" "You know," said Tallow, "I really have no response to that." | Warren Ellis | ||
| 922c15a | Some asshole scraped the 'I' out of INVESTIGATOR with their keys six months ago. I simply can't be bothered to fix that one. For all the work I get, I may as well be an 'invest gator | Warren Ellis | ||
| a706bce | Fuck me", Bat gasped, "It's like an angel shat ice cream coffee rainbows in my mouth." | Warren Ellis | ||
| 17b0f33 | Bat stood in the open door and said "I am a crime scene unit detective from the New York City Police Department, you heinous fucking mongoloid, and there is nothing I cannot do." | bat humourous | Warren Ellis | |
| 944c547 | You people don't know what the truth is! It's there, just under the bullshit, but you never look! That's what I hate most about this fucking city-- Lies are news and truth is obsolete! | lies news obsolete spider-jerusalem truth | Warren Ellis | |
| c0dc2c0 | He tried to close a hand around the precious coffee but had to jerk his fingers away, sharply enough that his wrist popped painfully. Tallow wondered if the other end of the coffee machine was slurping water out of a lake in Hell. | Warren Ellis | ||
| cc843fb | Gentrification had stopped dead several doors west of my spot overlooking Avenue B. You could actually see the line. That side of the line; Biafran cuisine, sparkling plastic secure window units, women called Imogen and Saffron, men called Josh and Morgan. My side of the line; crack whores, burned-out cars, bullets stuck in door frames, and men called Father-Eating Bastard. It's almost a point of honour to live near a crackhouse, like livin.. | old-new-york | Warren Ellis | |
| a838fa3 | a nail is driven out by another nail; habit is overcome by habit. | Robin S. Sharma | ||
| da8d33d | Remarkable people are priority-driven. This is the secret of time mastery. Build your days around your priorities and you will play in rare air. | Robin S. Sharma |