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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fd28d0f | What did you do with the female?" Zsadist growled to the next slayer. When all that came back at him was a "Fuck you," Z pulled a Tyson and bit the bastard." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 85092ce | Throe accepted the soup and went over to where Xcor had been sitting. Sinking down to the floor, he put the brass box on the far side of himself and began to eat. Xcor joined him on the stain of the blood he had shed during the day, and in silence, they completed their reunion. But it was not over, at least not on Xcor's part. His regret stayed with him, the heaviness of the burden of his actions altering him forever, like an injury that ha.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 34145cc | Butch, I got sick and needed some time to regroup. But I wanted to see you. That's why I asked you to come calling when I ran into you back in December. When you said no, I thought... well, you'd lost interest." She'd wanted to see him? Had she said that? "Butch, I wanted to see you." Yeah, she had. Twice. Well, now... didn't that perk a guy up." | marissa lover-revealed butch | J.R. Ward | |
| cfab515 | Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 145cc96 | MY SECRET IDENTITY IS The room is empty, And the window is open | Charles Simic | ||
| 5711dcb | Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the house. Old women beat their heads against the walls, moaning men prostrated themselves: it was the art of sorrow, and those who best mimicked grief were much admired. After the funeral everyone went away, satisfied that they'd done a good job. | grief satisfaction funeral phonies house | Truman Capote | |
| c10b3fb | You are a human being with a free will. Which puts you above the animal level. But if you live your life without feeling and compassion for your fellowman--you are as an animal--"an" | Truman Capote | ||
| 5547f82 | That's not bad. I can't get excited by a man until he's forty-two. | Truman Capote | ||
| 0f0d839 | What happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity. | Truman Capote | ||
| 667308a | For a long while- for many years, in fact- he had not thought of how it was before he came to the farm. His memory of those times was like a house where no one lives and where the furniture has rotted away. But tonight it was as if lamps had been lighted through all the gloomy dead rooms. It had begun to happen when he saw Tico Feo coming through the dusk with his splendid guitar. Until that moment he had not been lonesome. Now, recognizing.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 92baff0 | And yet, in a touching, shrunken way, she was rather pretty - a prettiness marred by her seeing to be precariously balanced on the edge of pain. | Truman Capote | ||
| 9a037c7 | What I've found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, teh quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their suites, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name. | Truman Capote | ||
| 3905156 | I'm praying for you, Mary. I want you to live forever. | Truman Capote | ||
| d2988a9 | Sometimes on flat boring afternoons, he'd squatted on the curb of St. Deval Street and daydreamed silent pearly snowclouds into sifting coldly through the boughs of the dry, dirty trees. Snow falling in August and silvering the glassy pavement, the ghostly flakes icing his hair, coating rooftops, changing the grimy old neighborhood into a hushed frozen white wasteland uninhabited except for himself and a menagerie of wonder-beasts: albino a.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 86c45dc | The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty buckets of trailing fern which were strung round the porch like party lanterns appeared illuminated by a faint green inward flame. | Truman Capote | ||
| f08451f | My friend has never been to a picture show, nor does she intend to: "I'd rather hear you tell the story, Buddy. That way I can imagine it more. Besides, a person my age shouldn't squander their eyes. When the Lord comes, let me see him clear." In addition to never having seen a movie, she has never: eaten in a restaurant, traveled more than five miles from home, received or sent a telegram, read anything except funny papers and the Bible, w.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 11e1254 | Who are they for? Friends. Not necessarily neighbor friends: indeed, the larger share is intended for persons we've met maybe once, perhaps not at all. People who've struck our fancy. Like President Roosevelt. Like the Reverend and Mrs. J. C. Lucey, Baptist missionaries to Borneo who lectured here last winter. Or the little knife grinder who comes through town twice a year. Or Abner Packer, the driver of the six o'clock bus from Mobile, who.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 5347bf4 | In fact, I was a kind of Hershey Bar whore - there wasn't much I wouldn't do for a nickel's worth of chocolate. | Truman Capote | ||
| 458c84b | With an exceedingly contemptuous expression, Idabel drew up to her full height. "Son," she said, and spit between her fingers, "what you've got in your britches is no news to me, and no concern of mine: hell, I've fooled around with nobody but boys since first grade. I never think like I'm a girl; you've got to remember that, or we can't never be friends." For all its bravado, she made this declaration with a special and compelling innocenc.. | Truman Capote | ||
| 968a77a | Clyde's mother was an ample, olive-dark woman with the worn and disappointed look of someone who had spent her life doing things for others: occasionally the mulling plaintiveness of her voice suggested that she regretted this. | Truman Capote | ||
| 3386266 | Tiff like in he says. 'Right?' I couldn't be more shocked. 'Um... yes, that's right - it's an old movie.' 'Is it? Don't watch that much TV. I've only heard of the book - got it at home. I bought it 'cause Truman Capote wrote it. I was stoked by . He wrote that, too. You read it?' 'No.' 'Aw, you gotta. It rocks.' I look away as if I've been suddenly distracted by something out the window. It's my version of the pause button. There's a lo.. | Bill Condon | ||
| e47927d | It doesn't matter who she is, it matters who you are. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 6e84c85 | Harry Truman never said 'Give 'em hell.' He said, 'I just told him the truth and they thought it was hell. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 123ab99 | Because she does not worry about me. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| b0694e5 | Night came early to this neighborhood, the sun fleeing the sky, leaving heaven black and blue. | eloquently-put | Lisa Scottoline | |
| 2ad97b5 | No one's paying any attention to sociopaths, or they think we're all killers, which is a misconception. | Lisa Scottoline | ||
| 020b15f | In February 1720 an edict was published, which, instead of restoring the credit of the paper, as was intended, destroyed it irrecoverably, and drove the country to the very brink of revolution... | Charles MacKay | ||
| 06ef32b | Death focuses the mind on the things that really matter: why are we here, and what should we do? | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| bfffc7b | The Lassans were insatiably inquisitive, and the concept of privacy was almost unknown to them. A Please Do Not Disturb sign was often regarded as a personal challenge, which led to interesting complications... | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| b1054c3 | Myron, like countless NCO's before him, had discovered the ideal compromise between power and responsibility. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 9b08d1d | It was the end of civilization, the end of all that men had striven for since the beginning of time. In the space of a few days, humanity had lost its future, for the heart of any race is destroyed, and its will to survive is utterly broken, when its children are taken from it. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 7b2b045 | Absence of noise is not a natural condition; all human senses require some input. If they are deprived of it, the mind manufactures its own substitutes. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 598c2e5 | There's an ancient philosophical joke that's much subtler than it seems. Question: Why is the Universe here? Answer: Where else would it be? | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| c35acae | When, however, the lay public rallies round an idea that is denounced by distinguished but elderly scientists and supports that idea with great fervor and emotion--the distinguished but elderly scientists are then, after all, probably right. | science humor arthur-charles-clarke clarke robotics scientists sci-fi | Isaac Asimov | |
| 8a6b4b2 | There was awe, and there was also incredulity--sheer disbelief that the dead Moon, of all worlds, could have sprung this fantastic surprise. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| c90c91e | No wonder that people are becoming passive sponges--absorbing but never creating. Did you know that the average viewing time per person is now three hours a day? Soon people won't be living their own lives any more. It will be a full-time job keeping up with the various family serials on TV! | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| d14c6f5 | Don't forget, as you enjoy your mild spring days and peaceful summer evenings, how lucky you are to live in the temperate region of the Solar System, where the air never freezes and the rocks never melt... Earthlight by Arthur C. Clarke | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| cf18bb8 | They would probably never even know that the human race existed. Such monumental indifference was worse than any deliberate insult. When | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 90d145b | That requires as much power as a small radio transmitter--and rather similar skills to operate. For it's the application of the power, not its amount, that matters. How long do you think Hitler's career as a dictator of Germany would have lasted, if wherever he went a voice was talking quietly in his ear? Or if a steady musical note, loud enough to drown all other sounds and to prevent sleep, filled his brain night and day? Nothing brutal, .. | world passivity | Arthur C. Clarke | |
| 28c5f06 | You will find men like him in all the world's religions. They know that we represent reason and science, and, however confident they may be in their beliefs, they fear that we will overthrow their gods. Not necessarily through any deliberate act, but in a subtler fashion. Science can destroy religion by ignoring it as well as by disproving its tenets. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| e3e987e | Even more alarming were persistent rumors that someone had smuggled an Emotion Amplifier on board 'Mentor'. The so-called joy machines were banned on all planets, except under strict medical control; but there would always be people to whom reality was not good enough, and who would want to try something better. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| 88c450f | The dismantling of the vast and wholly parasitic armaments industry had given an unprecedented--sometimes, indeed, unhealthy--boost to the world economy. No longer were vital raw materials and brilliant engineering talents swallowed up in a virtual black hole--or, even worse, turned to destruction. Instead, they could be used to repair the ravages and neglect of centuries, by rebuilding the world. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| edb2422 | all that he had ever been, at every moment of his life, was being transferred to safer keeping. Even as one David Bowman ceased to exist, another became immortal. | Arthur C. Clarke | ||
| f3724fa | Could we go into your room?" she asked. "I knew it. I knew it," he said, spinning around and sliding quickly toward his door. "It's finally happend, just like in dreams. An intelligent, beautiful woman is going to declare her undying affection" | Arthur C. Clarke |