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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cb5bd1f | This can't be legal," she whispered. He raised his head. "Why not?" "It feels too good." He chuckled. She heard the sound, felt the soft exhalation of cool air on her bare, damp breasts, but she couldn't see anything. Not him, not herself. It was strange, but in a good way. The darkness gave her courage. "Take your clothes off," she said, knowing that she would never have managed the words in the light. "Yes, ma'am." There was rustling, th.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| fa1d4b4 | Hel-lo, gorgeous." Phoebe looked around as she stepped out of Zane's truck. Standing next to the passenger door was a tall teenager with bright, inquisitive eyes and a welcoming smile. He looked enough like Adam Levine to make it easy for her to guess his identity. "You must be Chase," she said. "In the flesh. And you're Phoebe." He looked her over from head to toe, then sighed. "Maya said a lot of great things about you, but she never ment.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 4949648 | He supposed that was the problem. That he'd gotten over loving Katie, but he'd never recovered from losing their friendship. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 5296e91 | Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Not Riley. Anything but that. After all this time, couldn't her reputation as a young, crazed teenaged stalker be put to rest? | Susan Mallery | ||
| a62e973 | Did you bring your camera?" Gracie grabbed her trusty Polaroid from under her arm and held it out. Light from the streetlamp glinted off the narrow lens." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 7d631af | He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her against him so her entire body pressed against his. The man was a rock. Big, unyielding and warmed by the sun. She wanted to snuggle even closer. She wanted to rip off her clothes and give the goats something to talk about. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 8a08f27 | Wanting struck him like lightning, burning hot and bright. His breath caught in his throat as the need grew. She fit him perfectly . . . And then there was the kiss. Her mouth was everything he'd hoped for. Hot and sweet and willing. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 7abf960 | Friend. The word was like a bucket of ice water. He drew back slightly, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead on hers. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 31797ab | I have trouble asking for what I want, especially when it comes to men." "If you don't ask for what you want, how do you get it?" Felicia asked. "If you're relying on him guessing, you're sabotaging your own happiness." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 435f385 | I thought I loved him, but know I am questioning that. Love is supposed to be a positive thing. With him, my world got smaller, not bigger. I made so many bad choices. I don't know if I want to. So I'm thinking on it... I hate that I was that girl. The one who built her life around a man. I thought I was smarter than that. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 411db1d | him. "This isn't the only item I questioned," he said. "I want to taste the others, too." "Try this first," she said, making no effort to conceal her certainty. "Taste it and weep. I'm going to step back a little so you'll have room to come crawling to me." Yeah, right. She'd served fish and chips. How good could" | Susan Mallery | ||
| e2dc1d6 | I'm mostly faking it, but I'm moving forward. That's what we're supposed to do, right? Nothing stays the same. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 30ba31c | I believe you have the heart of a lioness. You will protect your children with all you have. But sometimes the right thing to do is nothing. We have to let them grow and make their own mistakes. | Susan Mallery | ||
| ef20fa2 | Part of getting better was learning how to let go. It had taken her a while but she'd finally figured out that when she stopped trying to control the world, she had a whole lot less anxiety. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 8d09e04 | H-how many people?" she asked. "About four hundred." Dear God. The room spun and dipped. The buzzing got worse, as did the pressure on her chest. She was going to die, right here at Amy's school. "I know it's more than you were expecting, but how could we tell people no? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To hear someone of your caliber play live." If the panic didn't ease, they were going to hear her play dead." | Susan Mallery | ||
| e07a479 | The cattle are restless from the water," he told them. "Stay alert. Given the choice between losing one of them and losing one of you, I want you to save yourself." "Good to know," Maya muttered from Phoebe's left. "What if it's the choice between me and two steers?" Zane either didn't hear her or ignored her." | Susan Mallery | ||
| b6643dd | From my chair I had a clear view of Hobie's Noah's Ark: paired elephants, zebras, carven beasts marching two by two, clear down to tiny hen and rooster and the bunnies and mice bringing up the rear. And the memory was located there, beyond words, a coded message from that first afternoon: rain streaming down the skylights, the homely file of creatures lined on the kitchen counter waiting to be saved. Noah: the great conservator, the great c.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| a0a0ed8 | Lo so, lo so, ma ascoltami. Hai letto L'idiota, vero? Si. Beh, L'idiota e un libro molto inquietante per me. Mi ha fatto cosi effetto che dopo non ho quasi piu letto romanzi, a parte roba tipo 'Uomini che odiano le donne'. Perche... provavo a intromettermi, ...be', magari me lo dici dopo, a cosa pensavi, lasciami finire di dirti perche l'ho trovato inquietante. Perche tutto quello che Myskin fa e buono... altruista... tratta tutti con compa.. | il-cardellino the-goldfinch | Donna Tartt | |
| 6aebd1d | I was as depressed as I have ever been in my life. | donna-tartt the-secret-history | Donna Tartt | |
| b494556 | The word itself had lost little of its power to startle and had, due to my ignorance of the physical place it occupied on the globe, assumed a peculiar life of its own. There was the harsh Ar at the beginning, which called up gold, idols, lost cities in the jungle, which in turn led to the hushed and sinister chamber of Gen, with the bright, interrogative Tina at the end--all nonsense, of course, but then it seemed in some muddled way that .. | donna-tartt the-secret-place whimsical wordplay | Donna Tartt | |
| 38dfe1d | In fact, I can't think of much I'd like better than for him to step into the room right now, glasses fogged and smelling of damp wool, shaking the rain from his hair like an old dog and saying: 'Dickie, my boy, what you got for a thirsty old man to drink tonight? | donna-tartt horror humor life ocd the-secret-history | Donna Tartt | |
| 1377dd0 | I was in the Midwest, and the rain was all I had left of Camilla's goodbye kiss. Raindrops on the windshield, radio stations fading in and out. Cornfields bleak in all those gray, wide-open reaches. I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backward glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her for.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 19209bb | There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty--unless she is wed to something more meaningful--is always superficial. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 24d5089 | And as much as I'd like to believe there's a truth beyond illusion, I've come to believe that there's no truth beyond illusion. Because, between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there's a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic. And--I would argu.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 4af5d38 | A month or two before, I would have been appalled at the idea of any murder at all. But that Sunday afternoon, as I actually stood watching one, it seemed the easiest thing in the world. How quickly he fell; how soon it was over. | Donna Tartt | ||
| c18f14b | The man shrank. It was funny, but people never seemed to notice at first glance how big. Henry was. Maybe it was because of his clothes, which were like one of those lame but curiously impenetrable disguises from a comic book (why does no one ever see that 'bookish' Clark Kent, without his glasses, is Superman?). Or maybe it was a question of his making people see. He had the far more remarkable talent of making himself invisible: in a roo.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 09229c7 | It was like waking from a nightmare to a worse nightmare. | reality | Donna Tartt | |
| f9a7161 | It seemed my whole life was composed of these disjointed fractions of time, hanging around in one public place and then another, as if I were waiting for trains that never came. And, like one of those ghosts who are said to linger around depots late at night, asking passersby for the timetable of the Midnight Express that derailed twenty years before, I wandered from light to light until that dreaded hour when all the doors closed and, step.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 09c13eb | I see so little of you these days, Richard," he said. "I feel that you're becoming just a shadow in my life." | Donna Tartt | ||
| dd4df72 | There was a strong sense of being alone, in wintry deadness. Nothing made sense in any direction. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 32be459 | Not long before, I had stayed up late with my mother and watched Citizen Kane, and I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember her for the rest of his life. Someday I too might be like the old man in the movie, leaning back in my chair with a far-off look in my eyes, and saying: "You know, that was sixty years ago, and I never saw that girl with the red hair again, but you know .. | Donna Tartt | ||
| e596cba | hubris on Henry's, too much Greek prose composition--whatever | Donna Tartt | ||
| 3381208 | We have art in order not to die from the truth. -- NIETZSCHE | Donna Tartt | ||
| a356a8a | My grandest boyhood ambition was to be a professor of history at Notre Dame. Although what I do now is just a different way of working with history, I suppose.") He told me about his blind-in-one-eye canary rescued from a Woolworth's who woke him singing every morning of his boyhood; the bout of rheumatic fever that kept him in bed for six months; and the queer little antique neighborhood library with frescoed ceilings ("torn down now, alas.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| a2e79b6 | When she went back to the telephone Hely's breath, on the other end, was ragged and secretive. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 05df911 | Joan Miro: You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life | Donna Tartt | ||
| 0367c6a | We belonged together; there was a dream rightness and magic to it, inarguable; the thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness into miraculous lofts I hadn't even known were there, vistas that seemed to exist not at all except in relationship to her. | Donna Tartt | ||
| bd14b3b | By contrast Hobie lived and wafted like some great sea mammal in his own mild atmosphere, the dark brown of tea stains and tobacco, where every clock in the house said something different and time didn't actually correspond to the standard measure but instead meandered along at its own sedate tick-tock, obeying the pace of his antique-crowded backwater, far from the factory-built, epoxy-glued version of the world. Though he enjoyed going ou.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 9a99ff3 | But though I can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 7a2f174 | It made me think of the nice old Marimekko-clad ladies I sometimes went to see in the Ritz Tower: gravel-voiced, turban-wearing, panther-braceleted widows looking to move to Miami, their apartments filled with smoked-glass and chromed-steel furniture that, in the seventies, they'd purchased through their decorators for the price of a good Queen Anne--but (I was responsible for telling them, reluctantly) had not held its value and could not .. | furniture | Donna Tartt | |
| 7f51baf | It's the place where reality strikes the ideal, where a joke becomes serious and anything serious is a joke. The magic point where every idea and its opposite are equally true. | Donna Tartt | ||
| ab5ddae | does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end -- and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? To try to make some meaning out of all this seems unbelievably quaint. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 78b1bf0 | There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty - unless she is wed to something more meaningful - is always superficial. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 768c637 | They took the wrong ones! Mistake was made! Everything is unfair! Who do we complain to, in this shitty place? Who is in charge here?"]" -- | Donna Tartt |