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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7d93aef | There was polite laughter in the courtroom. Bosch noticed that the attorneys -- prosecution and defense -- dutifully joined in, a couple of them overdoing it. It had been his experience that while in open court a judge could not possibly tell a joke that the lawyers did not laugh at. | opportunism pandering power | Michael Connelly | |
| c1a3b64 | Politicians could talk about building walls and changing laws to keep people out, but in the end they were just symbols. Neither would stop the tide any more than the rock jetties at the mouth of the port did. Nothing could stop the tide of hope and desire. Bosch | Michael Connelly | ||
| 6398ec9 | I put my hand down below the table to check my zipper. You have to stand before a jury only once with your fly open and it will never happen again | humor zipper | Michael Connelly | |
| 9d98fcd | Everybody's got a cage that keeps out the sharks. Those who open the door and venture out do so at their own risk. | Michael Connelly | ||
| b0837a6 | Working homicide for so many years, Bosch could not be surprised anymore by the horrors people inflicted on each other. But the horrors people saved for themselves were a different story. | Michael Connelly | ||
| b28748b | You build a city in the desert, water it with false hopes and false idols, and eventually this is what happens. The desert reclaims it, turns it arid, leaves it barren. Human tumbleweeds drift across its streets, predators hide in the rocks. | Michael Connelly | ||
| d505487 | Swag?" "Scientific wild ass guess." | Michael Connelly | ||
| 24aebf9 | The law was not about truth. It was about negotiation, amelioration, manipulation. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 8631a5c | Two solid weeks of beautiful weather. Clear sunny days, low humidity, temperature in the seventies, air so brisk and clean you could read E PLURIBUS UNUM on a dime across the street. Clear cloudless nights, temperature in the fifties, the sky a great soft raven's breast, an immense bowl of octopus ink salted with a million hard white crystalline stars and garnished with a huge moon pulsing with white light. It was disgusting. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 24b7d7c | Story ideas had never been a problem for him, there'd always been more ideas than time to write them, he'd reject one perfectly good notion because he fell more simpatico toward a different one. But of course he could never go back to any of those ancient story stubs, they wouldn't still have juice in them. For him, creating a novel was like gardening; you choose your seed, you treat it exactly the way the package says, and gradually a thin.. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| b73fa4e | Novelists, when their characters drive cars, never feel compelled to describe precisely what the physical actions are of hands, feet, eyes, knees, elbows. Yet many of these same novelists, when their characters copulate, get into such detailed physical description you'd think they were writing an exercise book. We all know the interrelation between the right ankle and the accelerator when driving a car, and we needn't be told. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 6aa0ff7 | You'd be better served if you gave me a moment to regain my self-control and let me remove my boots. It's the least a gentleman can do." "And you're such a gentleman." "Not with you, love. But I'm trying." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 53f1e79 | Just show me where you want him. You can take the first shower, princess." "How very thoughtful of you. But I imagine Samuel and his wife have more than one shower in this lovely house." "I'll be in a back bedroom, out of sight. Don't be squeamish. Madame Lambert. I promise your virtue is safe with me." "I'm relieved to hear it." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 3b746b6 | And there was nothing left between them but love, neither pure nor simple, but love it was. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 48da3b3 | Finn) "You're sure you're not a sister?" he tossed back at her, his voice little more than a growl on the night air. She was closer than he thought, making decent enough headway on the steep hill. "I'm an only child." Stupid, he thought. "I'm asking if you're a holy nun." "I told you, I'm not a nun, holy or otherwise." Okay, she met the criteria for fuckable." | Anne Stuart | ||
| cc4675c | He's a terrible man, miss," Nanny Maude said. "Consorts with devils, he does, and drinks blood, and..." "He was at " Lydia blurted out. "He was not even twenty years old, fighting for Bonnie Prince Charlie, and he saw his entire family slaughtered. He barely escaped with his life." There was a shocked silence. And then Nanny Maude cleared her throat. "I always said there was good in the lad. Indeed, and I tied to tell you so. Handsome, too.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 2968acb | Revenge was a dish best served cold. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 5ee8557 | And then he saw the tears begin to slide down her bruised face. "How badly are you hurt?" He should have checked her chart on the way in, but he'd wanted to get out of sight as quickly as possible. "Nothing interesting," she said, sounding faintly disgruntled. "Just a sprained ankle and some bruises. It's my heart." "Your heart?" he echoed, panicked. "Do you have internal injuries...?" "It's broken," she said, soft, plaintive, the tears sti.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 5b17d6d | She swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, yanking the shrinking top of the bathing suit up to a more demure level. "That's a shame," Peter Jensen's cool voice emerged from the shadows. "I was hoping gravity would win." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 4f34072 | He was accustomed to women wanting him. What shocked him was the simple fact that he wanted her. Not hot, energetic sex. Not a blow job from a novice. He wanted her with a perplexing intensity he hadn't felt in years. He was the King of Death, and she was his consort. And no amount of common sense could distract him. | Anne Stuart | ||
| c5d24cd | And yet still she watched him... he wondered why. One possibility, and by far his favorite, was that she was planning his murder. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 286cba6 | There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass. | J.V. Jones | ||
| 4fe2b2a | I'm happy to be going," said Mig, putting a hand up and gently touching one of her cauliflower ears. "Might just as well be happy, seeing as it doesn't make a difference to anyone but you if you are or not," said the soldier." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 0e4aa27 | Rat. A curse, an insult, a word totally without light. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 9132b3a | The rabbit felt dizzy. He wondered for a minute, if his head had cracked open again, if he was dreaming. "Look, Mama," said Maggie, "look at him." "I see him," said the woman. She dropped the umbrella. She put her hand on the locket that hung around her neck. And Edward saw then that it was not a locket at all. It was a watch. It was his watch. "Edward?" said Abilene. Yes, said Edward. "Edward," she said again, certain this time. Yes,.. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| e24b45b | I have brought you half of my pancakes," said Gollie. "And I have removed one of my outrageous socks," said Bink. "It's a compromise bonanza!" | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| dc3e01b | Cerita seperti Cahaya | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 28cb31d | Sometimes he reminded me of a turtle hiding inside its shell, in there thinking about things and not ever sticking his head out into the world. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 0b801d7 | Do not hope; instead, observe" were words that Flora, as a cynic, had found useful in the extreme. She repeated them to herself a lot." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b6fed72 | But that is impossible," said Peter. "Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic." | magic the-magician-s-elephant | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 9cdcc8b | ONCE, THERE WAS A CHINA RABBIT WHO was loved by a little girl. The rabbit went on an ocean journey and fell overboard and was rescued by a fisherman. He was buried under garbage and unburied by a dog. He traveled for a long time with the hoboes and worked for a short time as a scarecrow. Once, there was a rabbit who loved a little girl and watched her die. The rabbit danced on the streets of Memphis. His head was broken open in a diner and .. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 2ddf16b | There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| ec2cabf | Yes, ma'am. He figured the world was a sorry affair and that it had enough ugly things in it and what he was going to do was concentrate on putting something sweet in it. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 7d0bead | I am alone in the world, Dolores, and I am homesick for my own kind. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b892d3e | What is?', he said. 'What if?' is a question that belongs to magic. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 73a3ed2 | Perhaps you couldn't help being angry... but you could certainly stop yourself from repaying one offense with another. | non-violence pacifism | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 13e333f | I write fiction for lots of reasons. One is power. I'm in charge when I write. So are you. You create the world of the story. You make the rules. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| 0b2124b | Calvin: If you could wish for anything, what would it be? Hobbes: A big sunny field to be in. Calvin: A STUPID FIELD?! You've got that now! Think BIG! Riches! Power! Pretend you could have ANYTHING! ... Calvin: Actually, its hard to argue with someone who looks so happy. Hobbes: Z | Bill Watterson | ||
| 49189a5 | Today for show & tell, I've brought in some flash cards I made. Each card has a letter followed by several dashes. When I show the card, you yell out the vulgar, obscene or blasphemous word they stand for! ...Ready? ...She's such a hypocrite about building vocabulary. | Bill Watterson | ||
| b9935ba | From the book: Fall On Your Knees pg. 124 One day, I'll sit down with all my books around me, and just start reading. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 5e78dec | Adelaide believes that all children should have enough grown-ups around who love them so that one can tell them to fight, one can tell them not to, and one can tell them not to worry so much. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| b29bab7 | As for sin. I honestly can't believe God is so bored or so lecherous as to care how close my body and its various parts get to someone else's various parts. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| a74168f | Existuje posetila predstava, ze nema cenu neco delat, pokud v tom nejste absolutne nejlepsi, coz vede k tomu, ze vetsina z nas nedela vubec nic. | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| f18908a | It's senseless to think of complaining, since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are . | Tom Hodgkinson |