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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2e4f158 | Then Lyra gave a cry so passionate that even in that muffled, mist-hung world it raised an echo, but of course it wasn't an echo, it was the other part of her crying in turn from the land of the living as Lyra moved away into the land of the dead. "My heart, Will ..." she groaned, and clung to him, her wet face contorted with pain. And thus the prophecy that the Master of Jordan College had made to the Librarian, that Lyra would make a grea.. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 2067269 | There's another difference between us, Mr. Scoresby. A witch would no sooner give up flying than give up breathing. To fly is to be perfectly ourselves. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 97e2260 | You're a bloodthirsty character, aren't you?" "I don't know," she said honestly. "I've never had the chance to find out. I'm pretty sure I would fight if I had to, though. I wouldn't give in, or flinch and cry and faint. People don't think girls are brave, but I'd love the chance to try... just once, perhaps; just once, so I could know what it was like to risk my life and fight to the death. It's not that I want to kill people, it's that I .. | Philip Pullman | ||
| fcf3cdf | Lyra at eighteen sitting intent and absorbed in Duke Humfrey's Library with the alethiometer and a pile of leather-bound books. Tucking the hair back behind her ears, pencil in mouth, finger moving down a list of symbols, Pantalaimon holding the stiff old pages open for her ... "Look, Pan, there's a pattern there--see? That's why they're in that sequence!" And it felt as if the sun had come out. It was the second thing she said to Will next.. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 42891e3 | This is a deep and uncomfortable paradox, which will not have escaped you; we can only defend democracy by being undemocratic. Every secret service knows this paradox. | democracy dictatorship secret-service | Philip Pullman | |
| c8b86ca | War asks many people to do unreasonable things. | Philip Pullman | ||
| d281eee | How can knowing something be sinful? | Philip Pullman | ||
| 3f2ae90 | Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, 'Come along o' me, it's time. | Philip Pullman | ||
| 6d11467 | The bureaucrat fell from the sky. | Michael Swanwick | ||
| 6fd2eef | Some things worked far better in imagination than reality. In imagination, she was intrepid and resourceful; in reality she wished she were home, wrapped in a quilt. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 1b1bb7d | with the complete lack of shame of the extremely deaf and the complete lack of grammar of the extremely inbred. | Lauren Willig | ||
| e487e62 | Take a deep breath, people suggested. Count to ten. Count sheep. Oh, wait, that was for sleeping. Even in her own head, her tongue ran ahead of her brain. It propelled her into all sorts of absurd situations. Elopements. Scandals. This. | Lauren Willig | ||
| ff14331 | She responded to Letty's well-meaning suggestions with the unblinking disdain perfected by cats in their dealings with their humans. | Lauren Willig | ||
| c9abe03 | Its nice to know that your common sense stands between me and the grave. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 333c475 | Right now, I couldn't have cared less if someone had waltzed across the room in a large flower costume with a sign saying GET YOUR BLACK TULIPS HERE. Every nerve in my body was on man-alert, screaming, "incoming!" | funny-and-random lauren-willig spies spy | Lauren Willig | |
| 762d2fb | He] had insisted that inanimate objects couldn't have malignant motivations, but Emma had extensive proof to the contrary. | inanimate-objects | Lauren Willig | |
| c3ab52e | That was the problem with snide comments; they invariably lost all their punch on repetition. Besides, when facing impending death, what did the odd witticism matter? | Lauren Willig | ||
| f9aae65 | I know historians aren't supposed to fall in love with their own theories, but I was head over heels about the notion of an entire band of female French agents, like a nineteenth-century Charlie's Angels. Only better. It made the Pink Carnation's organization look positively humdrum. | Lauren Willig | ||
| c9d8543 | These words on the screen represented her latest project, an attempt at a series of commercial, discreetly feminist crime novels. She had read all of Agatha Christie at eleven years old, and later lots of Chandler and James M.Cain. There seemed no reason why she shouldn't try writing something in between, but she was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same-you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze it out again. She.. | David Nicholls | ||
| 750e7ce | By nine, Mildred was powdered, puffed, perfumed, and patted to that state of semi-transparency that a woman seems to achieve when she is really dressed to go out. | James M. Cain | ||
| d79139e | if he can write a book at all, a writer cannot do it by peeping over his shoulder at somebody else, any more than a woman can have a baby by watching some other woman have one. It is a genital process, and all of its stages are intra-abdominal; | writers-on-writing writing writing-a-book | James M. Cain | |
| 2fb71ad | Yes, I have actually mined coal, and distilled liquor, as well as seen a girl in a pink dress, and seen her take it off. I am 54 years old, weigh 220 pounds, and look like the chief dispatcher of a long-distance driving concern. I am a registered Democrat. I drink. | James M. Cain | ||
| e12211a | All software you write will be tested--if not by you and your team, then by the eventual users--so you might as well plan on testing it thoroughly. | Andrew Hunt | ||
| 45bbf15 | the ferret, hunting, eyes on the ground, never hears footsteps of the hawk | Andrew Vachss | ||
| a733463 | You need to neuter him. Otherwise he'll spray all over the house. The stench is awful. And when he isn't out catting around, little female cats in heat will show up and wail under the windows." Kill me, please. "He is a nice cat. He's not like that." "It's instinct, Dali. Before you know it, you'll be running a feline whorehouse." | jim mom | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1badb17 | Audrey tapped Gaston's shoulder with her finger. "Think you can get into that barn?" Gaston shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Sure." "I need you to get down there, open the stalls inside, and panic the horses." " 'Panic'?" Gaston asked. "Smile at them or something." He gave her an insane grin. "I can do that." "What about me?" Kaldar whispered. "You lie here and look pretty. I'll be back." | gaston-mar kalmar-mar | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1eaf14f | Curran stood in the middle of the street, his hands still locked on the insect's front pair of legs. The spider-scorpion was lunging at him again and again, trying to grip him with its pincers. If those mandibles closed on Curran, they'd slice his arms off. Oh no, you don't. I charged the spider. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 39c5817 | I'm going to punch you in the arm," I growled. "We can get you a throne with snakes. I'll stand next to you and roar at anybody who fails to grovel. Fear Kate Daniels. She is a mighty and terrible ruler. Grendel can anoint the petitioners with his vomit. It'll be great . . ." Oh God. I put my hands over my face." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| db52cff | Sit on him? What kind of battle strategy is that? | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 7125cfc | Curran never does anything without a reason," he said. "I was told you'd met him. Perhaps you indirectly challenged him at that meeting." Indirectly? I had challenged him " | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ae8ee1c | Myths tend to spiral out of control. Do you howl at the full moon and steal maidens to devour?" "Depends on the maiden," he said. | flirting funny-ness paranormal-romance werewolves | Ilona Andrews | |
| 7c3e35a | The four words of power. Obey, Kill, Protect, and Die. Words so primal, so dangerous, so powerful that they commanded the raw magic itself. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f2bac02 | Screw that. We're going to lunch." "It's almost dinnertime." "Then we're going to dinch. Or lunner. Or whatever the hell early-dinner-late-lunch stupid combo we can come up with." "Now isn't . . ." Andrea's eyes blazed. "Kate, I'm nine months pregnant and I'm hungry. Get in the damn car." I got in the Jeep, and Andrea peeled out like a bat out of hell. "We're" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ad053e3 | I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer. "Since" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f8f0a5e | It's not good to stare too long at the Mire. It might look back. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 79e9511 | Grendel waved his tail. Whatever horrors happened in his canine life, Grendel always bounced back with easy enthusiasm whenever some food made an appearance. A treat, a blanket in a nice warm house, an occasional pat on the head, and Grendel would be as happy as he could be. If only people were so easy. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| c0a3e75 | I know human nature. We might sacrifice a few, because we are stupid and hardwired for group survival. But we would never die in the thousands because a god wished it. Those kinds of numbers require material gains, like power, wealth, territory. | human-nature raphael sacrifice | ilona Andrews | |
| 1c6e4e1 | If I fought for them and was crippled, they would all say nice things, and then they would replace me and forget I was ever there. You would stay with me. You would take care of me, because you love me. I love you too, Kate. If you ever became hurt, I would not leave you. I'll be there. Wherever you want 'there' to be. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 2228120 | know what they say about abominations," Caldenia said. "We make the worst enemies." "Was that a threat?"" Dagorkun's eyes narrowed. "A warning." Caldenia folded her hands on her lap. "There is only one time to make threats: when you intend to negotiate. I do not." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 74c3e13 | Look what the cat dragged in." He was playing to the audience. Never good. "Is he talking to me or you?" Curran asked. His voice was deceptively light. "I don't know," I said. "But I'm sure he'll get around to telling us." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| dae6f4c | Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| ccaecfd | There comes a point where you have to stop trying to repair yourself and accept the fact that you're broken. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 510e2b6 | Are you going to let me go?" Jack asked quietly. "I'm thinking about it." "So Gaston gets let go but I don't?" "I like him more than I like you." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 89e729b | You shouldn't give up what you are to make somebody else happy. | Ilona Andrews |