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| a36a30a | He had seen how the spirit, the reserves in [Bond], could pull him out of badly damaged conditions that would have broken the normal human being. He knew how a desperate situation would bring out those reserves again, how the will to live would spring up again in a real emergency. He remembered how countless neurotic patients had disappeared for ever from his consulting rooms when the last war had broken out. The big worry had driven out th.. | life-philosophy perserverance war | Ian Fleming | |
| 3e4f337 | For an instant he felt nettled at the irony, the lightest shadow of a snub, with which she had met his decisiveness, and at the way he had risen to her quick glance. But it was only an infinitesimal clink of foils and as the bowing maitre d'hotel led them through the crowded room, it was forgotten as Bond in her wake watched the heads of the diners turn to look at her. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 5258f89 | For, or so they whispered, she would take the camp-stool and draw it up close below the face of the man or woman that hung down over the edge of the interrogation table. Then she would squat down on the stool and and look into the face and quietly say 'No. 1' or 'No. 10' or 'No. 25' and the inquisitors would know what she meant and they would begin. And she would watch the eyes in the face a few inches away from hers and breathe in the scre.. | pain screams torture | Ian Fleming | |
| 467c379 | Women were for recreation. On a job, they got in the way and fogged things up with sex and hurt feelings and all the emotional baggage they carried around. One had to look out for them and take care of them. | Ian Fleming | ||
| c0f9cf1 | Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple - or dead. | fate gin jobs journalist nicotine | Ian Fleming | |
| 552c244 | From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood and violence that, when daylight went out, the ghosts of its dead were its only population. | death horror istanbul night turkey | Ian Fleming | |
| a779d7c | I'm getting very sorry for the Devil and his disciples such as the good LeChiffre. The Devil has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog. We don't give the poor chap a chance. There's a Good Book about goodness and how to be good and so forth, but there's no Evil Book about evil and how to be bad. The Devil has no prophets to write his Ten Commandments and no team of authors to write his biography. His case has gon.. | Ian Fleming | ||
| cefaf81 | No, when the stresses are too great for the tired metal, when the ground mechanic who checks the de-icing equipment is crossed in love and skimps his job, way back in London, Idlewild, Gander, Montreal; when those or many things happen, then the little warm room with propellers in front falls straight down out of the sky into the sea or on to the land, heavier than air, fallible, vain. And the forty little heavier-than-air people, fallible .. | Ian Fleming | ||
| 627e8e2 | Lucy, you're as transparent as a pane of glass, and there's not a speck of guile to be seen in you. Yet in a way you're a mystery to me. | mystery | Madeleine Brent | |
| 2590aa1 | You have to be very strong to live close to God or a mountain, or you'll turn a little mad. | Rumer Godden | ||
| 10f84b0 | Why do religions have edges?" asked Teresa.... "God is here," said the printed text on the wall. "Yes," said Sophie. "But," she asked, "isn't He everywhere? Then why do they make Him little?" And she thought of those edges, pressing against each other, hurting, jarring, offending, barring one human being from another, shutting away their understanding and their souls. Yet if you have no edges, thought Sophie, how lonely, how drifting, you.. | religion | Rumer Godden | |
| 8f2eb93 | Is it easier to be than to do? | Rumer Godden | ||
| 6f4d414 | It would be like a Hardy novel, before it all goes wrong. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 003270b | What about his style?" asked Dalgliesh who was beginning to think that his reading had been unnecessarily restricted. "Turgid but grammatical. And, in these days, when every illiterate debutante thinks she is a novelist, who am I to quarrel with that? Written with Fowler on his left hand and Roget on his right. Stale, flat and, alas, rapidly becoming unprofitable..." "What was he like as a person?" asked Dalgliesh. "Oh, difficult. Very diff.. | style talent writers writing | P.D. James | |
| 3953802 | The very old, he thought, make our past. Once they go it seems for a moment that neither it nor we have any real existence. | P.D. James | ||
| 503551b | Snapping shut his mobile, Dalgliesh reflected that murder, a unique crime for which no reparation is ever possible, imposes it own compulsions as well as it's conventions. He doubted whether Macklefield [the murder victim's Will attorney] would have interrupted his country weekend for a less sensational crime. As a young officer he, too, had been touched, if unwillingly and temporarily, by the power of murder to attract even while it appall.. | homicide murder violent-death | P.D. James | |
| 9fa4028 | One of her parlour borders, Miss Harriet Smith, married a local farmer, Robert Martin, and is very happily settled. They have three daughters and a son, but the doctor has told her it is unlikely that further children can be expected and she and her husband are anxious to have another son as playmate to their own. Mr and Mrs Knightley of Donwell Abbey are the most important couple in Highbury, and Mrs Knightley is a friend of Mrs Martin and.. | P.D. James | ||
| e64e983 | The eyes were certainly memorable and beautiful, moist calves' eyes heavily lashed and with the same look of troubled pain at the unpredictability of the world's terrors. | confusion life pain | P.D. James | |
| a82bc03 | The New World is not a refuge for the indolent, the criminal, the undesirable of the old, but a young man who has been clearly acquitted of a capital crime, has shown fortitude during his ordeal and has shown outstanding bravery in the field of battle appears to have the qualifications which will ensure his welcome. | P.D. James | ||
| 6026b53 | guilt is more commonly felt by the innocent than by the culpable, | P.D. James | ||
| f1c48e4 | Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control. | murder | P.D. James | |
| d615964 | What is there to be frightened of? We shall be dealing only with men. | P.D. James | ||
| 5f86509 | The city which lay below was a charnel house built on multi-layered bones centuries older than those which lay beneath the cities of Hamburg or Dresden. Was this knowledge part of the mystery it held for her, a mystery felt most strongly on a bell-chimed Sunday on her solitary exploration of its hidden alleys and squares? Time had fascinated her from childhood, its apparent power to move at different speeds, the dissolution it wrought on mi.. | london past time | P.D. James | |
| b3893a3 | You won't get love from a child if you don't give love. | love | P.D. James | |
| b06ab32 | She silently chanted the rules of the civilized: Thou shalt not make love on a balcony even if it's thirty-something stories up because someone might see you. Thou shalt not make love with a dinosaur no matter how sexy he is. Thou shalt not make love on a balcony when a werewolf is in the room, even if said werewolf is asleep. And last but not least, thou shalt not make love outside when it's cold because goose bumps are never attractive. | civilized-behavior | Nina Bangs | |
| 091180b | Eric the Evil scowled. Well, hell. He was jealous of himself. | Nina Bangs | ||
| 35d3408 | I don't know where you get off telling everyone what to do. Did I miss the part where you were crowned top turd? I don't to play the wicked consort of Eric the Evil. Last time I looked, there wasn't a wicked consort clause in my contract." Donna turned to Eric as he stopped by her side. "I can't believe he thinks he can harass me like he does the rest of the poor wretches who work here." She glared at Holgarth. "Why not rent a wig and c.. | Nina Bangs | ||
| a203ced | Nothing is as it seems. | Fern Michaels | ||
| 0062851 | It was that magical time of year, a time to enjoy and cherish those whom she loved so dearly. | secret-santa | Fern Michaels | |
| 831566a | to survive the dark and often terrifying passage of my life I came to believe certain thing about myself . . . I simply came to believe that one, factual circumstances of my life were almost accidental and didn't grow out of my own sould, and two, I possessed something unique, a special strength and depth of feeling that would allow me to withstand the hurt and injustice without being broken by it. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 13e7ff8 | Why is it that there was always a unit on history, math, science and god knows what other useless, totally forgettable information you taught those seventh graders year after year, but never any unit on death? No exercises, no workbooks, no final exams on the only subject that matters? | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 9ed632d | Better to try and fail than not to try at all | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 7929909 | The power of literature, I've always thought, lies in how willful the act of making it is. As such, I've never bought into the idea that the writer requires any special ritual in order to write. If need be, I could write almost anywhere, as easily in an ashram as in a crowded cafe, or so I've always insisted when asked whether I write with a pen or a computer, at morning or night, alone or surrounded, in a saddle like Goethe, standing like .. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 826f4ca | I was considered attractive in those days, some people even called me beautiful, though my skin was never good and it was this that I noticed when I looked in the mirror | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 436964f | There's a hurried intensity in the strokes--you can see where he scratched into the wet paint with the end of the brush. It's as if he knew there wasn't much time left. And yet, there's a serenity in his face, a sense of something that's survived its own ruin. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 765c8e9 | The idea of being weighed down made me uneasy, as if I lived on the surface of a frozen lake and each new trapping of domestic life - a pot, a chair, a lamp - threatened to be the thing that sent me through the ice. The only exception was books, which I acquired freely, because I never really felt they belonged to me. Because of this, I never felt compelled to finish those I didn't like, or even a pressure to like them at all. But a certain.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 60c05e8 | I helped those in, who were locked out, others i helped keep out, what couldn't be let in, so that they could sleep without nightmares. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 7218396 | Tova, che si stoeshe po tsial den po pizhama vk'shchi i prevezhdashe knigi, predimno ot m'rtvi avtori, ne pomagashe osobeno. Poniakoga s chasove se zanimavashe s edno izrechenie, obikaliashe kato kuche s kokal, nakraia izrevavashe: IZMISLIKh GO! i iztichvashe do biuroto da izkopae dupka i da go zarovi. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 2082043 | But we didn't invent the idea of a single God; we only wrote a story of our struggle to remain true to Him and in doing so we invented ourselves. We gave ourselves a past and inscribed ourselves into the future. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| d0da62f | I though, So this is how they send the angel. Stalled at the age when she loved you most. | love-quotes | Nicole Krauss | |
| 15b2aa4 | A wave of nausea came over me. And yet. Sometimes you need a stroke of genius and, lo and behold, genius comes and strokes you | Nicole Krauss | ||
| f85b7af | The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you could love someone without habits. | love memory | Nicole Krauss | |
| 768424e | Since the Fed was established in 1913 the dollar has lost 95 percent of its value. | Thomas E. Woods Jr. | ||
| bfa148c | We live in a world that has practically no appreciation for quality, tradition, or classiness, and in which people who can't spell even common words get to decide what survives. That | Bill Bryson |