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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e99efc5 | He seemed grown-up, compared to the boys at school, and although he was not handsome, or even particularly good-looking--there were still some scars on his face from the skin trouble he had when he was younger--his face was agreeable because it was so. . . . What the word? Kind, perhaps. Or gentle. But strong, too. He was genuinely glad to see all of Sue's family, and when Sue entered the room and he helped her on with her coat, Jean thou.. | Beverly Cleary | ||
| ec6e2b2 | most beautiful, magic time of the whole year. Her parents loved her, and she loved them, | Beverly Cleary | ||
| d6e9404 | The fine purple cloaks, the holiday garments, elsewhere signs of gayety of mind, are stained with blood and bordered with black. Throughout a stern discipline, the axe ready for every suspicion of treason; "great men, bishops, a chancellor, princes, the king's relations, queens, a protector kneeling in the straw, sprinkled the Tower with their blood; one after the other they marched past, stretched out their necks; the Duke of Buckingham, Q.. | William Shakespeare | ||
| f93ea0c | Right away, I invited on guests like Steve Wozniak, John Draper, and even porn star Danni Ashe, who took her top off in the studio to show us all how hot she was. (Listen up, Howard Stern, I'm following in your footsteps!) | Kevin D. Mitnick | ||
| 46d6254 | A kid thinks her mother is just that -- . A mother is also a woman, an independent being, who doesn't want to be reminded by anyone, child or otherwise, of her tree-trunk thighs. The world made women's private lives a public affair to people who knew them and even people who didn't. | J. Courtney Sullivan | ||
| f626d48 | Bree knew this habit of hers rankled Lara more than any other--her ability to make a decision and announce that there would be no further discussion was, in Lara's opinion, 'Cruel and selfish behavior, the type usually enacted by men with small penises. | J. Courtney Sullivan | ||
| 0393383 | How could a person have and do all these stupid things--clip coupons and double lock the front door--and then one day just cease to exist? | existence | J. Courtney Sullivan | |
| db348c7 | April's just a Dixie cup of crazy. Lydia's more like a twenty-gallon tank | J. Courtney Sullivan | ||
| a2c5564 | You could sell crack on the street and go to jail for decades. Or you could sell a woman, and be back out by morning. | J. Courtney Sullivan | ||
| e82fd4b | Just your everyday grouping of civilized gentlemen, sitting in a round robin to discuss the events of the day with quivering erections. | Patrick deWitt | ||
| 80cb040 | Some clever children don't discover how bright they are until after they've left school,' continued Mr Holcombe, 'and then spend the rest of their lives regretting the wasted years. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| d0ff4a0 | lm`lwmt 'nh l`mwd lfqry l'y `ml | novel work | Jeffrey Archer | |
| 5c8555d | n lns l yHbwn lmtjr lkhly@ , hkdh kn yqwl 'by , nhm ysh`rwn bdkhlh b`dm l'mn | shop shopping | Jeffrey Archer | |
| 40206d0 | l ts`~ lkhd` rjl msn y`lm 'n lmwt l ymkn 'n ykwn b`ydan | old-man | Jeffrey Archer | |
| 9da8a5a | Remember what Lyndon Johnson said about J. Edgar Hoover? I'd rather have him inside the tent pissing out than outside pissing in. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| ddeb3ae | One of the advantages of real worth is that menial tasks can always be left to someone else. | jeffrey jeffrey-archer wealth | Jeffrey Archer | |
| c424746 | The grandmothers decided on William's eighth birthday that the time had come for the boy to learn the value of money. With this in mind, they allocated him one dollar a week as pocket money, but insisted that he keep an inventory accounting for every cent he spent. Grandmother Kane presented him with a green leather-bound ledger, at a cost of 95 cents, which she deducted from his first week's allowance. From then on the grandmothers divided.. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| 50d30a0 | How was it possible that he could handle Swiss bankers, West End impresarios, senior partners and seasoned solicitors, but was a quivering wreck in the presence of this man? | reverence | Jeffrey Archer | |
| cf47536 | lq`d@ ldhhby@ fy lsjn n Hdth wnth~ bk l'mr khlf qDbnh hy 'l ts'l 'y sjyn `m 'd~ bh l~ hnk , l dh 'thr hw lmwDw` | prisoner roll stories | Jeffrey Archer | |
| c0c6eb2 | the English and the Americans were divided by a common language. | Jeffrey Archer | ||
| 68cb86e | Neither your mother nor I have any imagination at all and we certainly didn't bring you up to have one | parents-and-children | John Boyne | |
| d56b476 | Answer me!'Shouted Lieutenant Kotler. 'Did you steal something from that fridge?' 'No, sir. He gave it to me,'said Shmuel, tears welling up in his eyes as he throw a sideways glance at Bruno. 'He's my friend,'he added. | John Boyne | ||
| 0852f32 | What you know about women," replied Maude, "could be written in large font on the back of a postage stamp and there'd still be room for the Lord's Prayer. For all your" | John Boyne | ||
| a439495 | I may not have known much about pregnancies but I knew that you couldn't have a son or a daughter without actually doing it first. The priests at school had once muttered something to the effect that when a mummy and a daddy loved each other very much, they lay close together and the Holy Spirit descended upon them to create the miracle of new life. (Charles, in his one attempt at a man-to-man talk with me, had put it rather differently. 'G.. | John Boyne | ||
| 1ba5893 | What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pyjamas and which people wore the uniforms? | John Boyne | ||
| 1ebea80 | When he closed his eyes, everything around him just felt empty and cold, as if he was in the loneliest place in the world. The middle of nowhere. | John Boyne | ||
| 69c92de | Bruno had a pain in his stomach and he could feel something growing inside him, something that when it worked its way up from the lowest depths inside him to the outside world would either make him shout and scream that the whole thing was wrong and unfair and a big mistake for which somebody would pay one of these days, or just make him burst into tears instead. | John Boyne | ||
| cc35351 | In that direction only pain lies. | John Boyne | ||
| 6459ebf | Do you think . . . ?" 'I do sometimes, my boy,'admitted the old man. 'When I can't avoid it." | John Boyne | ||
| 014a3fe | There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them. John Boyne April 28, 1789: The real-life mutiny that inspired John Boyne's novel, Mutiny on the Bounty, took place aboard the HMS Bounty 224 years ago today. Half the ship's crew, seduced by several months of good life on Tahiti, rose up against Captain William Bligh. Some of the mutineers' descendant.. | John Boyne | ||
| 660a10a | mn lkdhb m yb`th fy lnfs l`z, m yj`l nsn yqn` bnSybh fy lHy@. lkdhb ybHth `n `dhr lksr dhr` l`ml. lkdhb ylwm lrjl `l~ mwth jw`. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| 049dae8 | kn ykhyl lyh 'nhm jmy` ynZrwn l~ jsd bnh w'jsd rfqh . wytHdthwn `n hdhh lftw@ w`Dlth lty tfwr bldm lHr wlqw@ lHy@ lnbD@ . ftDrm fyhm lHsd lkryh .. Hsd lmtswlyn , wtthyr fyhm lshrh lshdyd , shrh lmnhk wlmryD , fttlmZ shfhm wytHsrwn `l~ hdhh l`Dlt lqdr@ `l~ n t`ml wtthr~ wttmt` wtkhlq . m 'jsdhm hm .. jsd hw'l l`jy'z fnh tjfw dwr@ lHy@ lf`l@ wtnkrh , wtfqd mkny@ ltmt` bqwth , wmkny@ lsyTr@ `l~ lHy@ wlthmh , wmn jl dhlk knt hdhh lftw@ tthyr fy.. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| 280e40b | I did not speak," continued Pavel, "about that good and gracious God in whom you believe, but about the God with whom the priests threaten us as with a stick, about the God in whose name they want to force all of us to the evil will of the few." | Maxim Gorky | ||
| 61601d5 | I've thought all my life, 'Lord Christ in heaven! what did I live for?' Beatings, work! I saw nothing except my husband. I knew nothing but fear! And how Pasha grew I did not see, and I hardly know whether I loved him when my husband was alive. All my concerns, all my thoughts were centered upon one thing--to feed my beast, to propitiate the master of my life with enough food, pleasing to his palate, and served on time, so as not to incur h.. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| 7c882a0 | y lhy ...lqd t'mlt Hyty, w ts'lt... lmdh `sht? `sht llDrb... w l`ml... w knt l r~ Hd sw~ zwjy; w l `rf shyy' sw~ lkhwf. w Ht~ nny l dry kyf nsh' bwl. hl Hbbth `ndm kn zwjy Hy? l dry. lqd kn hmy klh, w fkry klh tdwr Hwl mr wHd hw n T`m dhlk lwHsh lDry, lysh`r blktf w lshb`, w n D` nfsy fy khdmth fy lwqt lmnsb, kyl ystshyT GDb, w yshb`ny Drb; w `l~ lql lky ywfrny mn lDrbhdhh lmr@. w l dhkr nh f`l dhlk bd., lqd kn yDrbny bDrw@, Ht~ l'Hsb nh kn.. | Maxim Gorky | ||
| e656eb9 | I mean, what is romance, but a mutual pact of delusion? When the pact ends, there's nothing left. | Zoë Heller | ||
| 97938d0 | There it was again - the perverse refusal to acknowledge my hostility. She seemed to me like some magical lake in a fairy tale: nothing could disturb the mirror-calm of her surface. My snide comments and bitter jokes disappeared soundlessly into her depths, leaving not so much as a ripple. | Zoë Heller | ||
| 7f866b8 | Talking to him is rather like talking to a school play. | Zoë Heller | ||
| 9a34fa0 | The number of secrets I receive is in inverse proportion to the number of secrets anyone expects me to have of my own. And this is the real source of my dismay. Being told secrets is not - never has been - a sign that I belong or that I matter. It is quite the opposite: confirmation of my irrelevance. | Zoë Heller | ||
| 1781325 | Waiting feeds fear. Courage comes with deeds. | Garth Nix | ||
| daf996b | I've been thinking that it's as if my ancestors are saying it's all right to make things. That's what I'm meant to do. Make things, and help the Abhorsen and the King. So I'll do that, and I'll do my best, and if my best isn't good enough, at least I will have done everything I could, everything that is in me. I don't have to try to be someone else, someone I could never be. | Garth Nix | ||
| f3f094a | The most important questions--"What are you? Where did you come from?"--had a whole range of answers, starting with "I'm the Disreputable Dog" and "from elsewhere" and occasionally becoming as eloquent as "I'm your Dog" and "You tell me--it was your spell." | Garth Nix | ||
| 823b068 | Mogget's voice. Sam whirled around. "Mogget? Is that you? Where are you?" "Here, and regretting it as per usual," replied Mogget, and a small white cat sauntered out from behind a fern tree." | Garth Nix | ||
| 6dabfc2 | Might have been and could have done, neither worth thinking on. | Garth Nix |