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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6f7da30 | She saw Derek and without so much as a hello, leaned to look behind him. She glared up at Derek. "Where'd you leave him?" "Passed out in an alley." Derek frowned in thought. I said as Tori sputtered. " | humor where-is-simon tori derek | Kelley Armstrong | |
| a0174d0 | That's the problem dealing with nonwerewolves," I said. "They lack that critical 'you are Alpha, you are right' gene." | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 9167263 | What's that old joke? "A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move a body." -- | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 8305d98 | I'm going to need to save you." "Excuse me? No one needs-" "I'm saving you, so shut up and be grateful." | humor | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 7e8b4b7 | I asked. SImon said. Derek said. Simon glanced at me. Derek rolled his eyes. | humor locked-up tools simon | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 26d5371 | If the Romans could have fortified their cities the way the human brain fortifies itself, we'd still be wearing togas. The mind is an amazing piece of biomachinery, really. A serious threat presents itself at the gate and up fly the walls, standing firm in the face of earth-shaking revelations, ideological bullets, and plain old logic. | shield fact reflection | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 45b9fad | I signed off with Ricky, and I was putting away my phone when TC slunk past, heading for his spot in the front window. "Hey, cat," I said. "We're bringing home a friend for you. A doggie big enough to devour you in a single gulp. Is that okay?" He turned a baleful stare on me, as if he understood. I'm convinced TC isn't just a cat, no more than Lloergan is just a dog. Maybe someday, when I'm moments from perishing at the hands of an intrude.. | cats | Kelley Armstrong | |
| bef45ec | There is no escape from the prison of the mind. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 9ab670e | whispered a familiar voice. Thwack. He stumbled, Liz behind him, a sturdy branch raised. She hit him again, a home-run swing between the shoulders, and he went down with an oomph and an oath. She recognized the voice--or the curse--and leaned over, getting a look at him. (Liz) (Simon) | sneak-up whoops liz derek simon hit | Kelley Armstrong | |
| 6266f65 | Traditionally, people are always supposed to feel empty, devastated, when a god leaves them. Nobody seems to wonder how the god might feel. Leaving the only people who almost understood. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 572549a | Like that Chinese monkey trying to grab the moon in the water," Uncle Chaim said to me once. "That's me, a Chinese monkey." (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Rifke and the Angel)" | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d28983d | I love you," Laura said hopelessly. "I'd love you if you were afraid of everything in the world." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 9fd64ae | The unicorn had all the world in her eyes, all the world I'm never going to see, but it doesn't matter, because now I have seen it, and it's beautiful, and I was in there too. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| de37a20 | All right, all right for you, you pretentious kneecap! How would you like a punch in the eye? | kneecaps pretentious-kneecaps schmendrick last-unicorn peter-s-beagle pretentiousness insults | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 59b6ac7 | Anyway, since you and I must choose one road to follow, out of the many that run to the same place in the end, it might as well be a road that a unicorn has taken. We may never see her, but we will always know where she has been. Come, then. Come with me. So they began their new journey, which took them in its time in and out of most of the folds of the sweet, wicked, wrinkled world, and so at last to their own strange and wonderful destiny.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| be52fcb | What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling. Schmendrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 5077a1a | He is a true hero," she said, "a dragonslayer, a giantkiller, a rescuer of maidens, a solver of impossible riddles. He may be the greatest hero of all, because he's a good man as well. They aren't always." -- | heroes | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 504d667 | When your life is all taking, what need to learn courtship? Carcharos's passion for Jassi Belnarak deepened and darkened with every sleepless night, but it did not keep him from understanding that neither beneficence nor meek wistfulness would win her honestly. Power would have to do, after all; and I think that for the only time in that bad life, Carcharos may truly have regretted the necessity of forcing his will on another person. The mo.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| cd176e4 | Man searches constantly for identity, he thought as he trotted along the gravel path. He has no real proof of this existence except for the reaction of other people to that fact. So he listens very closely to what people say to one another about him, whether it's good or bad, because it indicates that he lives in the same world they do, and that all his fears about being invisible, impotent, lacking some mysterious dimension that other peop.. | proof-of-existence jonathan-rebeck invisible | Peter S. Beagle | |
| f166573 | I love whom I love | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| d06f857 | It's like marriage. The race there is between total knowledge of each other and death. If death comes first, it's considered a successful marriage. | marriage laura-durand michael-morgan successful-marriage | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 55f4924 | That is exactly what heroes are for. Wizards make no difference, so they say that nothing does, but heroes are meant to die for unicorns. | wizardry unicorns | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 18db663 | Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| f85589a | Hell of an ornithologist you'd make. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 7bb4b94 | but to the unicorn's eyes Molly was becoming a softer country, full of pools and caves, where old flowers came burning out of the ground. Under the dirt and indifference, she appeared only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old - no older than Schmendrick, surely, despite the magician's birthdayless face. Her rough hair bloomed, her skin quickened, and her voice was nearly as gentle to all things as it was when she spoke to the unicorn. The.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| adecad9 | Death takes what man would keep," said the butterfly, "and leaves what man would lose. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. I warm my hands before the fire of life and get four-way relief." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| c2cc257 | I believe myself to be good, he thought, and so I can afford to titillate myself by considering evil, like a child frightening himself with horror stories. I am not a bad man. But I am not a wise one, either, nor understanding. And yet, if I lose this rumpled and comfortable skin that I wear, how will I ever find anything to replace it? I wish I were younger and could grow skin easily. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 5c277cc | The torches went out, and in the darkness, he placed his lips to my ear. "I believe you because I choose to; not because I do." | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 685b835 | I was born mortal, and I have been immortal for a long, foolish time, and one day I will be mortal again; so I know something that a unicorn cannot know. Whatever can die is beautiful--more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. | fantasy-books the-last-unicorn | Peter S. Beagle | |
| 57184b5 | Thing is, every place has its limitations and its benefits. And some children don't or can't follow the path of their siblings or the generations that came before them. Some traditions die, and that's okay. In the end, the only thing that counts is our relationship with God. | Beth Webb Hart | ||
| 4e182f2 | Dr. Webb says that life is so full of complications and confusion that humans oftentimes find it hard to cope. This leads to people throwing themselves in front of trains and spending all their money and not speaking to their relatives and never going home for Christmas and never eating anything with chocolate in it. Life, he says, doesn't have to be so bad all the time. We don't have to be so anxious about everything. We can just be. We ca.. | pain fear family bad-day bad-moment dealing good-day good-moment anxious feeling cope | John Corey Whaley | |
| 228a4a4 | Narcissistic parents don't really recognize their children as people separate from them. Instead, they see their children as little extensions of themselves. The needs of the child are defined by the needs of the parent, and the child who tries to express his needs is often accused of being selfish or inconsiderate. | Jonice Webb | ||
| 89aa4ec | Men's rights activists tend to make a series of valid observations from which they proceed to a single, 180-degree-wrong conclusion. They are correct to point out that, worldwide, suicide is the most common form of death for men under fifty. It's also true that men are more likely than women to have serious problems with alcohol, that men die younger, that the prison population is 95 per cent male and that the lack of support for our return.. | toxic-masculinity | Robert Webb | |
| f0e771c | A rustle of wings and a hawk feather drifts down to me. Snatching it from the air, I look up into the trees, but nothing's there. So I tuck the feather into my hair. "What are you doing?" My stomach leaps into my throat, and I jump up, stumbling backward, and fall on my butt in the middle of the path. In the tree above me, a teenage boy perches on a branch. He's dressed in traditional deerskin breeches, a talon necklace around his neck, but.. | Rita Webb | ||
| 06e2b4e | Her long body stiffened against him. Her cool fingers tightened in his shaggy fur, and her bare, clinging heels dug deep into his heaving flanks. She was sweet against him, and the clear logic of this new life conquered the dreary conventions of that old, dim existence where he had walked in bitter death. | sex | Jack Williamson | |
| 4b590a7 | Oh, adjust yourself. You people have spent ten millennia playing at soldiers while becoming ever more dedicated civilians. We've spent the last thousand years trying hard to stay civilian while refining the legacy of a won galactic war. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 4e1b18a | An intelligence completely dissociated from the physical, or at least an impression of it, was a strange, curiously limited and almost perverse thing, and the precise form that your physicality took had a profound, in some ways defining influence on your personality. | personality spiritual intelligence physical | Iain M. Banks | |
| 9e2b6fe | They are. But in Special Circumstances we deal in the moral equivalent of black holes, where the normal laws -- the rules of right and wrong that people imagine apply everywhere else in the universe -- break down; beyond those metaphysical event horizons, there exist . . . special circumstances." She smiled. "That's us. That's our territory; our domain." "To some people," he said, "that might sound like just a good excuse for bad behavior." | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 45caefe | There's a saying: 'War is a long cliff.' You can avoid the cliff completely, you can walk along the top for as long as you have the nerve, you can even choose to leap off, and if you only fall a short way before you hit a ledge you can always scramble back up again. Unless you're just plain invaded, there are always choices, and even then, there's usually something you've missed -- a choice you didn't make -- that could have avoided invasio.. | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 8d82f0f | He tried to decide if he was really ashamed of being afraid, and decided that he was not. Fear was there for a purpose. It was wired into any creature that had not completely turned its back on its evolutionary inheritance and so remade itself in whatever image it coveted. The more sophisticated you became, the less you relied on fear and pain to keep you alive; you could afford to ignore them because you had other means of coping with the .. | fight-or-flight instinct human-nature | Iain M. Banks | |
| ea02e79 | Myself," said the drone sniffily, "I have never been able to see what virtue there could be in something that was eighty percent water." -- | Iain M. Banks | ||
| 2c8ce2c | Everything about us, everything around us, everything we know and can know of is composed ultimately of patterns of nothing; that's the bottom line, the final truth. So where we find we have any control over those patterns, why not make the most elegant ones, the most enjoyable and good ones, in our own terms? | Iain M. Banks | ||
| d76ef63 | Imagine a vast and glittering ocean seen from a great height. It stretches to the clear curved limit of every angle of horizon, the sun burning on a billion tiny wavelets. Now imagine a smooth blanket of cloud above the ocean, a shell of black velvet suspended high above the water and also extending to the horizon, but keep the sparkle of the sea despite the lack of sun. Add to the cloud many sharp and tiny lights, scattered on the base of .. | hyperspace imagery ocean | Iain M. Banks | |
| b7dc18e | What, anyway, was he to say? That intelligence could surpass and excel the blind force of evolution, with its emphasis on mutation, struggle and death? That conscious cooperation was more efficient than feral competition? | intelligence feral | Iain M. Banks |