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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dada7bf | Sam never gonna find a boyfriend," Tiggy said. "No one gonna take his flower." "Don't talk about my flower!" | tiggy | T.J. Klune | |
| 1f98833 | Sam said he doesn't have time for a boyfriend, much less Knight Delicious Face." "Remind me why you call him that?" Pete asked. "Uh, pretty simple, Pete," I said. "He's a knight. And his face is delicious." | pete sam | T.J. Klune | |
| 82f407c | The bastard. How dare he? I was drowning in a fucking river that he was still attempting to save me from, and he was telling me he was going to push me back in and hold me under. My father's death had nearly destroyed me. Cal's death would finish me. | grief | T.J. Klune | |
| 4634db8 | Muscles. (Not that I could see them under the knight's armor, but I had a very vivid imagination and I was not ashamed to use it.) | T.J. Klune | ||
| fe68dbe | Fifteen-year-old Sam had seen twenty-year-old Ryan for the first time and had immediately run upstairs and jerked off. It had been a revolutionary and enlightening experience that essentially answered the question that yes, I was indeed very, very gay. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 2d4f1b7 | You snore. | Shana Abe | ||
| 931c37d | But Holms had proven stalwart and valiant. When Miss Jones had shown up to discover them in the castle hallway, because she'd heard a suspicious noise and had feared for her schoolchums' safety, they' d had to bring her along. She'd wanted to run straight to the headmistress, of course, but Armand had persuaded her not to. How he regretted that decision now! The duke had fired his guns at them all. They'd retreated, thought to go to the aut.. | Shana Abe | ||
| e11fb23 | I guess you'll have to be a sodding duke now," I tried-clumsy, tasteless, and he only winced. "Sorry." I covered his hand with mine. "That was dumb." "No, you're right. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been stewing about it. Me and Reggie both. I think it's safe to say that this isn't remotely what either of us wanted." "I'm sure you'll do swimmingly." "Bugger that," he said, tired. "And bugger Aubrey, too. I wish I could say that to his fac.. | Shana Abe | ||
| f2ed395 | nothing helped tea. It simply was what it was, which was boiling hot and flavorless. | Shana Abe | ||
| bafd85d | Perhaps it was the silken dress on my body or the golden roses at my shoulder, but I had determined that I was going to be the most perfect, delightful charity student the duke had ever encountered. I was going to stand correctly, speak correctly, smile correctly, listen attentively. I was going to make him positively reel with my perfection, so I added another "Very," with a trace more of awe. Mrs. Westcliffe granted me a glance of approva.. | Shana Abe | ||
| cd6e71a | There were seven of them. They smiled seven identical smiles, and the message behind each was identical, as well. It read: | Shana Abe | ||
| 533b498 | I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you. | Shana Abe | ||
| a7a3d3f | They fire lots of bullets very, very quickly. Quicker than anything else." I looked up and around the bedroom, the mismatched furniture, the weirdly firm light. "Why? What could you hunt with those? What could they have to do with anything?" "I don't know," he replied. "That's what's so unnerving." I rubbed a hand to my forehead, feeling an ache beginning to build behind my skull. "Armand." His eyes went to mine. I had to say this carefully.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 8c976e9 | I love you. At your best and your worst, I love you. Paris or Darkfrith. Here, there, and everywhere, I love you. | Shana Abe | ||
| 3d53b1a | I didn't think students were allowed below the main floor. I knew the kitchens were there, as were most of the servants' quarters; the professors and Mrs. Westcliffe had their own aboveground wing on the other side of the castle. No one had ever specifically told me to go below stairs, however-probably because a true Iverson girl would never, ever dream of mingling with the help. I could always say I'd gotten lost. The pillars of the worl.. | Shana Abe | ||
| c26b362 | We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly. | fantasy | Shana Abe | |
| 25b2712 | I thought that ground fire couldn't reach the zeppelins," I said. "I thought that guns on the ground didn't have the range." "Eleanore. Do you imagine for one particle of one second that he was thinking clearly enough to fathom that?" "He was thinking clearly enough to fathom all of " I retorted, my hand flung out to encompass the roof. Blood stained my palm. "Clearly enough to have men haul all these crates into the castle in broad daylig.. | Shana Abe | ||
| 4fbcc89 | Right," I said once more, because it sounded firm, and because Armand's brittle desolation was beginning to eat at me. None of this, after all, was his fault. "We get him downstairs. We sneak him out of the castle, back to your motorcar. You take Jesse to a doctor and take your father home. Lock him in a room, pour some wine down his throat. Laudanum. Whatever you have to do to keep him out while I get rid of the guns. None of this ever hap.. | Shana Abe | ||
| f9d9a97 | Common sense, in this sense, is like oxygen: the higher you go, the thinner it gets. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| 8c8214e | Assuming stability is one of the ways ruins get made. Resilience accommodates the unexpected. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| c508945 | So I said, "Hey, Joe," and hoped it was a start. He was startled. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. He made a growling noise deep in his chest, a low rumble that made my skin itch. It was pleased, that sound, like even just me saying his name was enough to make him happy. For all I knew, it was. It cut off as quickly as it started. He looked faintly embarrassed. I scuffed my foot in the dirt, waiting. He said, "Hey, Ox." He cleare.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| b3d9106 | Instead I said, "Flora Bora Slam, mothercrackers." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 3e79567 | Oh dear gods. I think my underwear just fell off." "Nicole," Tina hissed. "Keep your comments to yourself! Be a respectable fucking lady, for fuck's sake!" | tina | T.J. Klune | |
| aa46e84 | Recent scholarship confirms the portrait of John F. Kennedy sketched by his brother in Thirteen Days: a remarkably cool, thoughtful, nonhysterical, self-possessed leader, aware of the weight of decision, incisive in his questions, firm in his judgment, always in charge, steering his advisers perseveringly in the direction he wanted to go. "We are only now coming to understand the role he played in it," writes John Lewis Gaddis, the premier .. | Robert F. Kennedy | ||
| 9b9ad93 | I expressed skepticism, in the first chapter, about the utility of time machines in historical research. I especially advised against graduate students relying on them, because of the limited perspective you tend to get from being plunked down in some particular part of the past, and the danger of not getting back in time for your orals. | time-machine | John Lewis Gaddis | |
| e3cde26 | Despite the legacy of slavery, the near extermination of native Americans, and persistent racial, sexual, and social discrimination, the citizens of the United States could plausibly claim, in 1945, to live in the freest society on the face of the earth. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| fad74df | Both the United States and the Soviet Union had been born in revolution. Both embraced ideologies with global aspirations: what worked at home, their leaders assumed, would also do so for the rest of the world. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| 436ae9e | Can you sign something?" Nicole demanded. "This paper? This napkin? My chest? My inner thighs or my wildest dreams? Whatever you want." | ryan sam | T.J. Klune | |
| 61fc685 | The most important one was the belief, which went back to Lenin, that capitalists would never be able to cooperate with one another for very long. Their inherent greediness--the irresistible urge to place profits above politics--would sooner or later prevail, leaving communists with the need only for patience as they awaited their adversaries' self-destruction. | John Lewis Gaddis | ||
| cc0b109 | Anyway," I said loudly. "Are we good? Did the Priest give us enough hoodoo so we can get the fu--fudge out? Sorry, Father." "It's okay," the priest assured me. "I'm pretty sure your soul is already doomed." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 3863445 | So, funny story. There are fairies? In the Dark Woods. And I might have pissed off their king." There was silence. Then, "Of course you did." | sam | T.J. Klune | |
| 39a294f | Another fairy flew up, carrying a spear and wearing a helmet and not much else. I thought about asking why he had armor on his head and not his balls, but I didn't think that was proper etiquette while being held prisoner by the Dark Woods fairies. | ryan sam | T.J. Klune | |
| a11df5e | And yours is brown. Like bear-shit brown. Or maybe otter shit. Or maybe bear and otter shit combined. | T.J. Klune | ||
| f7cde90 | But you have to believe me that it's always been you. I promise. I promise." His voice cracked and my hands shook. "I promise, because when I look upon these stars, there is nothing I wish for more than you." | T.J. Klune | ||
| 912c3d3 | low-slung shorts/you and joe IT WAS not a gradual thing. Wait. That was a lie. I didn't know it was a gradual thing. But it must have been. It had to have been. Because it's the only thing that explained the cosmic explosion that was the feeling of want and need and mine mine mine. The force of it was ridiculous. It had to have been there. For a long time. JOE | T.J. Klune | ||
| 7f73816 | The dirty Arab children sold peanuts from the top of the basket and hashish from the bottom. They spoke a masterful unintimidated French in guttural gasps, coming from a land where it was regarded neither as the most beautiful language, as in America, nor the only one, as in France. | William Gaddis | ||
| 274c674 | There are few poets today who can equal, in their esthetic exploitation of language, in their depth of commitment to their medium, in their range of conceptual understanding, in the purity of their closed forms, the work of Nabokov, Borges, Beckett, Barth, Broch, Gaddis, or Calvino, or any of half-a-dozen extraordinarily gifted South Americans. | beckett borges broch calvino gaddis nabokov | William H. Gass | |
| 4369dce | I mean I get used to myself at night, it takes that long sometimes. The first thing in the morning I feel sort of undefined, but by midnight you've done all the things you have to do, I mean all the things like meeting people and, you know, and paying bills, and by night those things are done because by then there's nothing you can do about them if they aren't done, so there you are alone and you have the things that matter, after the whole.. | William Gaddis | ||
| 3a89ab7 | It rained; then it snowed, and the snow stayed on the paved ground for long enough to become evenly blacked with soot and smoke-fall, evenly but for islands of yellow left by uptown dogs. Then it rained again, and the whole creation was transformed into cold slop, which made walking adventuresome. Then it froze; and every corner presented opportunity for entertainment, the vastly amusing spectacle of well-dressed people suspended in the ind.. | William Gaddis | ||
| c6fe652 | He stood there unsteady in the cold, mumbling syllables which almost resolved into her name, as though he could recall, and summon back, a time before death entered the world, before accident, before magic, and before magic despaired, to become religion. | William Gaddis | ||
| e3dd676 | Oh, you know...," I start. In my head, I finish: Oh, you know, just the usual. I've slept in Otter's bed two or three times now. Oh, don't worry! We haven't really done anything. Except tell stories about you. And me. And him. Did you know he's wanted me for a long time? He really left because he needed me so bad that it hurt, and he thought he was projecting. Remember when I used to say that to you? That you're projecting? Well, he thought.. | T.J. Klune | ||
| 19f2efc | Because Joe was standing at the front. He'd changed. White shorts. Green shirt that hid nothing. He was barefoot too. And his feet were sexy as all hell. "Uh," | T.J. Klune | ||
| 0ad2256 | You got a boner over my little brother." I" | T.J. Klune | ||
| 0cd446d | He grinned at me again, and the butterflies in my stomach turned into dragons and laid waste to my innards. | sam | T.J. Klune |