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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4194122 | Sometimes I fantasize about the US head of state as a super-lazy, super-moral libertarian despot and think, "That would certainly make everything easier," even though I can't think of one person who'd qualify, except maybe Willie Nelson." | politics | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 0781ec0 | There is not, in a material sense, any benefit to being right about a future you will not experience. But there are intrinsic benefits to constantly probing the possibility that our assumptions about the future might be wrong: humility and wonder. | future wonder humility | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 76435fe | Every night, we're all having multiple metaphysical experiences, wholly constructed by our subconscious. Almost one-third of our lives happens inside surreal mental projections we create without trying. A handful of highly specific dreams, such as slowly losing one's teeth, are experienced unilaterally by unrelated people in unconnected cultures. But these events are so personal and inscrutable that we've stopped trying to figure out what t.. | dreams | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 0795d7d | I think there's a greater detriment with our escalating progression toward the opposite extremity--the increasingly common ideology that assures people they're right about what they believe. And note that I used the word "detriment." I did not use the word "danger," because I don't think the notion of people living under the misguided premise that they're right is often dangerous. Most day-to-day issues are minor, the passage of time will d.. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 9acdaf2 | So often does it happen that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know there is no key. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| d5f2091 | And all I could do while I listened to this dude tell me how punk rock saved his life was think, Wow. Why did my friend waste all that time going to chemotherapy? I guess we should have just played him a bunch of shitty Black Flag records. | life-saver saved-my-life cancer punk-rock | Chuck Klosterman | |
| c98279f | the future is a teenage crackhead who makes shit up as he goes along. | metaphor future crackhead | Chuck Klosterman | |
| 5efe892 | Nora Ephron accidentally ruined a lot of lives. | Chuck Klosterman | ||
| 8b8872e | On the endive show, she offered a Yogi Berra-style malaprop: "Now don't wash endive-that is, unless it's dirty." And during an episode of forgetfulness: "I did not have my glasses on when I was thinking." Once, she sorted through a jungle of seaweed in search of a twenty-pound lobster lurking in its folds; another time, she lifted the veil over a platter hunting for the "big, bad artichoke" lying furtively underneath." | Bob Spitz | ||
| aecef78 | When you're young you don't get how great it is to be loved unconditionally. | Harlan Coben | ||
| 0d7b973 | Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom. I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to go the distance rather than just envy it. Don't speak unless you can improve on silence The truth is never as interesting as what people whisper about them It's because the dream is so perfect that I can walk away from it That blackness brought.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| b3fa133 | How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall? | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 45a529b | I already know the words. I just need to learn the beat. This tone-deaf white girl will try to make music out of recovery. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 229a93f | When the time is right, when these feelings of rage and unfairness once again overcome me, I will not faint. I will fight. | rage | Rachel Cohn | |
| 6a385b6 | Father says we are all Defects, in our way. Humans and clones. He says the word is really just a scare tactic to incite disobedient beings into subservience. He says that's all it really is--just a word. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 85d71e9 | This is about as far as I can go without some sarcasm creeping in. But before it does, I must say, with utmost sincerity, that your cookies are good enough to bring some of these wax statues back to life. Thanks for that. I once made corn muffins for a fourth-grade project on Williamsburg and they came out like baseballs. So I'm not sure how to reciprocate... but, believe me, I shall. | Rachel Cohn David Levithan | ||
| e96442e | Ash has a huge customized Barbie collection. Aside from Horror Movie Barbie (head lopped halfway off, torn and bloody clothes), Commando Barbie (camouflage bandana, pistol-whipping Ken with toy guns stolen from Josh), there is my personal favorite, Fat Barbie (dressed in a muumuu, sporting extra body girth and a double chin, thanks to the discreet placement of Silly Putty), I think Fat Barbie is genius but Nancy flipped out when she saw her.. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| ff14944 | Sofia was miffed. And if American girls make being miffed a sweet-and-sour emotion, European girls always manage to add an undercurrent of murder to it. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 111fd9d | And escape?" "Escape, sure. But it wasn't so much about getting away, as going to. You can go anywhere in a book. Books" -- | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 02bd1f1 | I'm not fine. Soon, the tears will come. I can sense them building in the pit of my stomach, coating the belly of candy. They will come when I am alone in the dark, in my own bed, with no one to comfort me. I will mourn Laura then, in private. A Category 5 hurricane is building in my heart and soul, but right now it's offshore, waiting to make landfall, waiting to crush me. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 6cc0f31 | I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang. "Dashiell?" my father intoned. As if someone else with my voice might be answering the phone at my mother's apartment. "Yes, Father?" "Leeza and I would like to wish you a merry Christmas." "Thank you, Father. And to you, as well." [awkward pause] [even more awkward pause] "I hope your mother isn't giving you any trouble." Oh, Father, I love it when you play t.. | sad | Rachel Cohn | |
| 2d32647 | Beneath the water, I can know her. She was fierce, uncompromising. When she loved, she loved deeply, passionately. She loved the blue-eyed water god. She owned him. His heart. But then she felt betrayal, she hated, and she was feared. Hate gave her power. | love water | Rachel Cohn | |
| e4b4fcf | It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. | Rachel Cohn David Levithan | ||
| 39680b3 | Goodwill shouldn't be just for men. It should also apply to women and children, and all animals, even the yucky ones like subway rats. I'd even extend the goodwill not just to living creatures but to the dearly departed, and if we include them, we might as well include the undead, those supposedly mythic beings like vampires, and if they're in, then so are elves, fairies, and gnomes. Heck, since we're already being so generous in our big gr.. | Rachel Cohn David Levithan | ||
| cd00f32 | The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 7338887 | Goddamn Lassiter. Dinner invite. Sal's. WTF. The last thing he wanted to do was sit across from that angel and listen to a Reservoir Dogs opener about dick symbolism in Deadpool. The problem? His brother, iAm, did make the best Bolognese anywhere, and besides, if Trez didn't show? Lassiter was just the flavor of asshole to turn up here in a clown costume and honk his nose until Trez lost his mind. | J.R. Ward | ||
| f38f783 | Tell her it's...Hal. Hal E. Wood. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0cded18 | I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e17352e | I've never stopped wanting you, Lizzie. Thinking about you. Wishing you were with me. Hell, I feel like I've been in a relationship with a ghost ... I see you in my dreams every night - you're so real that I can touch you, feel you, be with you." "You've got to stop." "I can't. Lizzie...I can't." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 8311058 | Xcor's hands shifted up her body until he cupped her face. "It was all worth it." "What?" she choked out. "All that came before this one moment where I am loved by you. Even though we must part, I can say that what I feel for you made it all worth it." And then, with one final kiss...he was gone." | J.R. Ward | ||
| e5eeaed | We don't get to pick who we fall for...you were not wrong in loving him, true? That part, no one can blame you for...and you've suffered enough. He | J.R. Ward | ||
| 02605d9 | It makes me crazy, your voice. Every day, after we'd hang up the phone, I would sleep with the fucking thing on my chest. Like maybe part of your voice, part of you was still in it. | J.R. Ward | ||
| c71adad | I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mother ship called. | J.R. Ward | ||
| bf25c8c | Rarity went hand in hand with reverence. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 71757ad | T]here was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool. | pain limit survivor | J.R. Ward | |
| 5ecd888 | Non succedera", giuro. "Non mi interessa nessuna di quelle cose e questo non cambiera." "Come lo sai?" disse lui a bassa voce. "Perche ... Io sono innamorato di te. E se decidi domani, fra una settimana ... un anno ... che questa e solo un'avventura, oppure che hai bisogno di stare con qualcuno che e piu di classe di quanto lo sia io, non sopravvivero a questo. E qualcosa che mi mettera in ginocchio e mi fara restare li. Quindi lasciami and.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0bb5513 | And not in the crazy fuck's normal bizarre-drobe of zebra stripes and feather boas. The angel had a flannel shirt tied around his waist. Blue jeans that were one trip through the wash away from losing their structural integrity. And a Nirvana shirt from the Saint Andrew's Hall performance in Detroit on October 11, 1991. That | J.R. Ward | ||
| 7481849 | I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don't care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts--as long as you are happy, that's all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock--I love you. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 44ee325 | I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family...you have me now. I am your family." | J.R. Ward | ||
| d53effb | Maybe he had to stop thinking TVs were sending him messages. Because this was a dumb fucking idea. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 5eb1115 | Matter of fact, when it came to manscaping, all he had was a dark stripe that ran between his belly button and his... You know, maybe size did matter, she thought. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e9ecb42 | I was dead unit you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened. | love inspirational sightless dead | J.R. Ward | |
| f9d66e0 | Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime-" "Back off," Blay barked. "He's with me." Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn't disappear quick. | lover-at-last mine qhuinn | J.R.Ward | |
| f91aad8 | the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER | J.R. Ward |