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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2170b02 | Baron Vladimir Harkonnen had made a lifetime career of seeking new experiences. He dabbled in hedonistic pleasures - rich foods, exotic drugs, deviant sex - discovering things he had never done before. But a baby in Harkonnen Keep...how would he handle that? | Brian Herbert & Kevin Anderson | ||
| 9d8c2d9 | Absolute rules are for unthinking people. Sheep require fences--humans do not. | Brian Herbert | ||
| 7d02634 | Her face looked like a fruit from which all the juice had been sucked. | old | Brian Herbert | |
| b935572 | We must face our responsibilities regardless of whether we get what we want. | Brian Herbert | ||
| 7361c4a | We drink to the gods," Amiit said, raising his bowl. "May they never drink to us." | Daniel Abraham | ||
| e70ce2b | Revenge was personal as a rule. Otherwise it was pointless. | Charles Todd | ||
| b289dd7 | There's a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks above the battlefield Are silenced by the sounds of war. I have watched birds out at sea, Catching the wind, And longed to follow them, To some safe place far from here. | Charles Todd | ||
| f872c95 | Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn't be shared. How could he tell his sister--or even his father, if the elder Rutledge was still alive--what had been done on bloody ground far from home? It would be criminal to fill their minds with scenes that no one should have to remember. No one. | Charles Todd | ||
| c929573 | Courage is not measured by Marching bands and banners in the wind. If you have not walked The bloody lines and seen the faces, You have no right to describe it so. We die here to keep you safe at home, And what we suffer Pray you may never know. | Charles Todd | ||
| 36fb4df | There's a narrow line between love and hate sometimes, you know. And it can be crossed unwittingly. | Charles Todd | ||
| eec422c | But what kind of love? It had so many faces, so many names. Jealousy wove a thread around it, and envy, and fear. People died for love-and killed for it. And yet in itself it was indefinable, it wore whatever passions people brought to it, like a mountebank, with no reality of its own. | Charles Todd | ||
| f280aae | Sometimes love tries to do too much. | friendship love relationships | Charles Todd | |
| e894d2a | I've never see God," Yardem said. "But you believe in him," Master Kit said. "I'm reserving judgement." | Daniel Abraham | ||
| c85175a | As we send our armsmen and sailors away to fight and die together; let there be peace between us. If there cannot be peace in the world, at least let it be welcome here. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| ba6c91a | People love their fathers. Their sisters. People love dogs or songs or poems. If I've got to be the champion of something, make it something that doesn't change what it means every time someone says it. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 8550bf1 | The problem with loving someone you don't trust is finding the right distance. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| a1dcef9 | It doesn't matter what you've done or seen. Every man's a child until he's a father. It's the way the world's made. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| f0f1b90 | Death, however clearly foretold, still came unexpectedly. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 7d3a83c | Has it ever struck you people how arrogant you are?" it asked, huge hands taking an attitude of query that bordered on accusation. "You're talking of slaughtering a nation. Thousands of innocent people destroyed, lands made barren, mountains leveled and the sea pulled up over them like a blanket. And you're feeling sorry for yourself that you had to wring a bird's neck as a boy? How can anyone have feelings that delicate and that numbed bot.. | Daniel Abraham | ||
| 9279833 | Que se serait-il passe ? Lol ne va pas loin dans l'inconnu sur lequel s'ouvre cet instant. Elle ne dispose d'aucun souvenir meme imaginaire, elle n'a aucune idee sur cet inconnu. Mais ce qu'elle croit, c'est qu'elle devait y penetrer, que c'etait ce qu'il lui fallait faire, que c'aurait ete pour toujours, pour sa tete et pour son corps, leur plus grande douleur et leur plus grande joie confondues jusque dans leur definition devenue unique m.. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 4eac23a | La faim n'empeche pas les enfants de jouer. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 5c4736d | L'ecrit ca arrive comme le vent, c'est nu, c'est de l'encre, c'est l'ecrit, et ca passe comme rien d'autre ne passe dans la vie, rien de plus, sauf elle, la vie. >> | writing-process | Marguerite Duras | |
| 6deaf21 | We tell each other things that have no relation to the afternoon's events or the coming night but that relate to God, to his absence that is so present, like the breasts of the young girl, so young before the immensity of what is to come. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| a32c694 | Se lo habia pedido. Le habia suplicado que le dejara retenerme con el contra su cuerpo, le habia dicho que debia comprenderle, que tambien el debia haber vivido al menos una vez una pasion como esa en el transcurso de su larga vida, que era imposible que hubiera sido de otro modo, le habia rogado que le permitiera vivir, a su vez, una vez, una pasion semejante, esa locura, ese amor loco de la chiquilla blanca, le habia pedido que le dejara .. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 3441613 | Je me souviens mal des jours. L'eclairement solaire ternissait les couleurs, ecrasait. Des nuits, je me souviens.Le bleu etait plus loin que le ciel, il etait derriere toutes les epaisseurs, il recouvrait le fond du monde. Le ciel, pour moi, c'etait cette trainee de pure brillance qui traverse le bleu, cette fusion froide au-dela de toute couleur. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| bad2eb5 | Ce manquement des femmes a elles-memes par elles-memes opere m'apparaissait toujours comme une erreur. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 38ead3d | And modern houses don't have passages, either, for children to play and run about in, and for dogs, umbrellas, coats and satchels. And don't forget that passages and corridors are where the young ones curl up and go to sleep when they're tired, and where you go and collect them to put them to bed. That's where they go when they're four years old and have had enough of the grown-ups and their philosophy. That's where, when they're unsure of .. | nooks nooks-and-crannies | Marguerite Duras | |
| a394254 | The story of my life doesn't exist. Does not exist. There's never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it's not true, there was no one. The story of one small part of my youth I've already written, more or less- I mean, nought to give a glimpse of it. Of this part, I mean, the part about the crossing of the river. What I'm doing now is both different and the same. Before,.. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| 52a897a | A herd of minuscule lightning bugs poured out of One-Eye's nostrils. Good soldiers all, they fell into formation, spelling out the words | Glen Cook | ||
| 82dfc21 | Truth is a deadly weapon, Lady said. | Glen Cook | ||
| aec6a18 | Stacy wasn't certain; she'd never bothered to pay attention to details like that, and was always regretting it, the half knowing, which felt worse than not knowing at all, the constant sense that she had things partly right, but not right enough to make a difference. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 770cae8 | Lady muttered some very unladylike sniggen snaggen riddly rodden racklesnatzes under her breath, then | Glen Cook | ||
| ae5e35e | An old, old formula came to mind, from back when I was very young indeed. "I am a soldier." I said it first in the language I had spoken then, then repeated myself in Sleepy's own Dejagoran dialect. "I've been distracted before. I'm still alive." | Glen Cook | ||
| 28cec4d | Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed. | William Goldman | ||
| 9f101f8 | Well, why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place? | William Goldman | ||
| ee2fce9 | I must know!" "Get used to disappointment." | William Goldman | ||
| 71e1c44 | A word?" the Sicilian said, raising his arms. His mile was more angelic than his face Buttercup halted. "Speak." "We are but poor circus performers," the Sicilian explained, "It is dark and we are lost. We were told there was a village nearby that might enjoy our skills." "You were misinformed," Buttercup told him, "There is no one, not for many miles." "Then there will be no one to hear you scream." -- | William Goldman | ||
| 4f641c1 | The Count was Prince Humperdink's only confidant. His last name was Rugen, but no one needed to use it - he was the only Count in the country, the title having been bestowed by the Prince as a birthday present some years before, the happening taking place, naturally, at one of the Countess' parties. | humor | William Goldman | |
| f9e5ec6 | Not so much wonderful as perfect," she replied. "Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side." She looked at the Prince. "Am I being helpful?" "I" | William Goldman | ||
| c7592b4 | Buttercup's parents did not have exactly what you might call a happy marriage. All they ever dreamed of was leaving each other. | William Goldman | ||
| 83faa56 | When I left you," he whispered, "you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me." | love | William Goldman | |
| df52fb1 | You're right," the Turk agreed, staring back. "He isn't gaining on us. He's just getting closer, that's all." | William Goldman | ||
| d29729e | What can I do to improve my personal appearance?" "Start by bathing," her father said." | William Goldman | ||
| bde2f39 | I'm not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. | life-isn-t-fair | William Goldman |