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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a00ee9f | I often imagine what sort of position Nightwing might seek out were she not currently torturing us as headmistress of Spence Academy for Young Ladies. Dear Sirs, her letter might begin. I am writing to inquire about your advert for the position of Balloon Popper. I have a hatpin that will do the trick neatly and bring about the wails of small children everywhere. My former charges will attest to the fact that I rarely smile, never laugh, an.. | Libba Bray Bray | ||
| 340da7d | Even Evie believed in something, that something being Evie a lot of the time. | Libba Bray | ||
| 40c5a67 | It is all I can do not to confide to the girl closest to me: "If I should die during tea - asphyxiated by my own corset - please do not let them bury me in such a hideous dress or I shall come back to haunt you." | Libba Bray | ||
| ac65fb8 | When the Bennington was built, in 1872, it was said that the architect, who had descended from a long line of witches, fashioned the building on ancient occult principles so that it would always be a sort of magnet for the otherworldly. So as I said, don't pay any mind to the odd sounds or sights you might experience. It's just the Bennington, dear. | Libba Bray | ||
| 8414b15 | Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman's cap and coat. "I love you," he whispered quietly. "Ikh hob dikh lib." He kissed Evie's head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. "Fine. I see how it is. I just wasted my best Yiddish on you," Sam joked to himself." | Libba Bray | ||
| 03ecef3 | We are made by what we are asked to bear, Ling Chan, | Libba Bray | ||
| d6d6138 | See, the trouble with Nietzsche, besides his being a real killjoy, is that he thinks like a spoiled seven-year-old who doesn't want to share his sandbox toys--" "Sam!" | Libba Bray | ||
| 23ee8cf | I've been thinking about that book about the boys who crash on the island....Lord of the Flies what about it....You know how you said it wasn't a true measure of humanity since there were no girls and you wondered how it would be different if there had been girls...Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's watching them so they can be who they really are. | Libba Bray | ||
| ac5ca35 | Evie narrowed her eyes. "A time limit. Four weeks of the swooniest, swellest romance New York City has ever seen. And then, kaput. Over and out. Off the air." "Golly, when you say it like that, it sounds as if our love's not real, Lamb Chop." | Libba Bray | ||
| b1e5a6f | They wish, too, that they could warn them about the gray man in the stovepipe hat, about the King of Crows. For not all ghosts remember, and the citizens have need of warning. | Libba Bray | ||
| c2cc30a | We've got about as much chance of communing with the dead as we do of sitting in Parliament. | Libba Bray | ||
| 16ff799 | If I have to look through one more of these, I'm throwing myself off that balcony," he moaned. "Let me know if you need help," Jericho said." | sam-lloyd | Libba Bray | |
| 33da528 | Little clue: wasted on me." "What?" "I'm into girls." "Oh. Oh!" Chu said. "Right. Got it. That's cool. I've got a cousin who's gay. Amy Liu. Know her?" Jennifer laughed. "Oh, sure. I'll just look her up in the Big Book of Lesbians. We get a copy of that with the purchase of our first flannel shirt." | Libba Bray | ||
| 3d6e830 | Sinjin was sitting bare-chested with Petra's blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. His long dark curls had been teased and sprayed into a sexy mane. Heavy black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. "Am I not gorgeous? I want to snog myself. I'm like a postmodern Lord Byron." "You put the ironic in Byronic," Petra quipped. "Well said, luv." | Libba Bray | ||
| c50ea33 | Memphis cupped her cheek in his hand and put his mouth on hers. Theta had never been kissed the way Memphis was kissing her now. There had been fumbling boys thrumming with nervous want. There had been theater owners, older "uncles" who pawed at her when she walked past or who wanted to "inspect" her costume to make sure it was decent down to the undergarments, men she granted the occasional kiss in order to stave off something worse. And t.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 41b4e41 | Pero el perdon...Me aferrare a esa fragil porcion de esperanza y la mantendre cerca de mi, recordando que en cada uno de nosotros hay cosas buenas y malas, luz y oscuridad, arte y dolor, elecciones y lamentaciones. | Libba Bray | ||
| e090e9e | Estais listas? ?Empiezo? Habia una vez cuatro chicas. Una era guapa. Otra era lista. Otra encantadora y la cuarta... [...] misteriosa. Pero estaban heridas. Habia algo en ellas que les faltaba. Algo en la sangre. Grandes suenos. Ah, lo olvidaba. Lo siento, tenia que haberlo dicho antes: eran todas sonadoras, las cuatro [...]. Noche tras noche, las chicas se reunian. Y pecaban [...] Su pecado consistia en que creian. Creian que podian ser di.. | Libba Bray | ||
| e4f81c6 | Instead, he was astonished by what he had: the chance to sit beside this woman in the late afternoon light while she read. | Ann Patchett | ||
| c0f91eb | She was his wife in every way that mattered and that would save her. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 6cea56b | When did the mammals get confusing? Who can't look at a baby and a puppy and see the differences? You can't leave babies at home alone with a chew toy when you go to the movies. Babies will not shimmy under the covers to sleep on your feet when you're cold. Babies, for all their many unarguable charms, will not run with you in the park, or wait by the door for your return, and, as far as I can tell, they know absolutely nothing of unconditi.. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 0e424d9 | Time could barely pull the second hand forward on the clock... | Ann Patchett | ||
| 0549f9d | In the future, he will try to say her name enough, but he never can. | name | Ann Patchett | |
| 2a4df8e | They lived their lives only for the hour that lay ahead of them. | waiting | Ann Patchett | |
| 9567c5e | All the stories go with you, Franny thought, closing her eyes. All the things I didn't listen to, won't remember, never got right, wasn't around for. All the ways to get to Torrance. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 77251f0 | The process of putting the thing you value most in the world out for the assessment of strangers is a confidence-shaking business even in the best of times. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 90ee010 | The part when they are together for a while, the two of them, before things go wrong. The way things ended always obliterated the genuine happiness that had come before and that shouldn't be the case. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 8d24b11 | Franny looked at them up on the porch, everyone softened by the veil of the screen, by the light that was slanting in behind them, by the bank of yellow lilies that separated them from her. It was not unlike seeing tigers at the zoo. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 265ceb8 | But it is never about who has given what. That is not the way of gifts. This is not a business we are conducting. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 9a385d4 | Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can't write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 50b2fba | It's a wonderful thing to find a great teacher, but you also have to find him or her at a time in life when you're able to listen to, trust, and implement the lessons you receive. | Ann Patchett | ||
| bf7af72 | They were her kidnappers, sailing her across the lawn and into the backseat of the car, lifting up her feet while pivoting her around in a way that was disturbingly professional, as if stealing old people was what they did. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 153d9d2 | Eating as a simple means of ending hunger is one of the great liberties of being alone ... It is a pleasure to not have to take anyone else's tastes into account or explain why I like to drink my grapefruit juice out of the carton." - Ann Patchett, "Dinner for One, Please, James" | Jenni Ferrari-Adler | ||
| 0568c20 | The process of putting the thing you value most in the world out for the assessment of strangers is a confidence-shaking business even in the best of times. But in Lucy's circumstances it was sheer heroism, a real sign of her devotion to her art. She was, in a sense, sitting at a craps table with her last stack of chips, trying again and again to hit it big. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 3b9cffe | Gen, with his genius for languages, was often at a loss for what to say when left with only his own words. | Ann Patchett | ||
| ce08c16 | We all have ideas, sometimes good ones, not to mention the gift of emotional turmoil that every childhood provides. | Ann Patchett | ||
| a13eebc | I never learned how to take the beautiful thing in my imagination and put it on paper without feeling I killed it along the way. I did, however, learn how to weather the death, and I learned how to forgive myself for it. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 666b63e | We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| af29ef9 | Stick and stones may break your bones and words can kill you too | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| f85abe8 | The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. The farther your run, the more God wants you back. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| fa2834c | This is a terrible way to travel. I go to meetings my boss doesn't want to attend. I take notes. I'll get back to you. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 275746e | Oh, I am just that fabulous. So sex furniture. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 83715f1 | This is the world we live in. Conditions change and we mutate. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| 73751c4 | As a mother, you're the world almanac and the encyclopedia and the dictionary and the Bible, all rolled up together. | Chuck Palahniuk | ||
| acbcd9d | The paradox: Is God a racist, homophobic, anti- Semitic ass? Or is God testing to see if I am? | Chuck Palahniuk |