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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 978eb53 | He brought his tray to the table. Behind him, a boy from one of the other tents said, "Hey, what happened to your face?" There was a crash. Stanley turned to see Mr. Sir holding the boy's head against the oatmeal pot. "Is something wrong with my face?" The boy tried to speak but couldn't. Mr. Sir had him by the throat. "Does anyone see anything wrong with my face?" asked Mr. Sir, as he continued to choke the boy. Nobody said anything. Mr. S.. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 9196de3 | If Stanley and his father weren't always hopeful, then it wouldn't hurt so much every time their hopes were crushed | Louis Sachar | ||
| 5ce5558 | Next to it was another sign which declared that it was a violation of the Texas Penal Code to bring guns, explosives, weapons, drugs, or alcohol onto the premises. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 82f1672 | Onions! | Louis Sachar | ||
| 00fe2b1 | Dana raised her hand. "I learned about exaggeration," she said. "It was all my teacher ever talked about. We had like ten thousand tests on it, and the teacher would kill you if you didn't spell it right." "That's very good, Dana!" said Mrs. Jewls. "You learned your lesson well." | lesson school teacher | Louis Sachar | |
| 45807ad | Dear Stanley, It was wonderful to hear from you Your letter made me feel like one of the other moms who can afford to send their kids to summer camp. I know it's not the same, but I am very proud of you for trying to make the best of a bad situation. Who knows? Maybe something good will come of this. Your father thinks he is real close to a breakthrough on his sneaker project. I hope so. The landlord is threatening to evict us because of th.. | Louis Sachar | ||
| e1e192a | Stanley spent more time pushing the wheelbarrow than digging, because he was such a slow digger. He carted away the excess dirt and dumped it into previously dug holes. He was careful not to dump any of it in the hole where the gold tube was actually found. | Louis Sachar | ||
| f989f8b | Everyone in his family had always liked the fact that "Stanley Yelnats" was spelled the same frontward and backward. So they kept naming their sons Stanley. Stanley was an only child, as was every other Stanley Yelnats before him." | Louis Sachar | ||
| 08b965c | Stanley took a shower--if you could call it that, ate dinner--if you could call it that, and went to bed--if you could call his smelly and scratchy cot a bed. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 6f12ee9 | If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo--oo--oon, "If only, if only." | Louis Sachar | ||
| 12a9b7c | After all, if you're not scared, then there's nothing to be brave about, is there? | Louis Sachar | ||
| 0010048 | I prefer to use the names their parents gave them -- the names that society will recognize them by when they return to become useful and hardworking members of society. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 01e0192 | Higher and higher he climbed. His strength came from somewhere deep inside himself and also seemed to come from the outside as well. After focusing on Big Thumb for so long, it was as if the rock had absorbed his energy and now acted like a kind of giant magnet pulling him toward it. After a while he became aware of a foul odor. At first he thought it came from Zero, but it seemed to be in the air, hanging heavy all around him. He also noti.. | Louis Sachar | ||
| d83314e | He didn't have any friends at home. He was overweight and the kids at his middle school often teased him about his size. Even his teachers sometimes made cruel comments without realizing it. On his last day of school, his math teacher, Mrs. Bell, taught ratios. As an example, she chose the heaviest kid in the class and the lightest kid in the class, and had them weigh themselves. Stanley weighed three times as much as the other boy. Mrs. Be.. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 3d27f0c | Dameon had hazel eyes with little black dots in the middle of each of them. The dots were called pupils. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 61b6290 | Sam wasn't allowed to attend classes because he was a Negro, | Louis Sachar | ||
| c55b215 | Outside, under the marquee of the hotel, he stood a moment as he did each night beneath the marquee of the Hotel Hyperion, while he decided what direction to take, what to do. And suddenly, realizing it was not the Hotel Hyperion, that the circumstances were quite different, he felt loneliness spring up like a dark forest all around him. The odd thing was, he felt no impulse to hurry after her, to find her somehow. What would he have to off.. | dark decline direction fall forest history hurry impulse inadequacy loneliness love offer weakness | Patricia Highsmith | |
| dcd3926 | In the middle of the block, she opened the door of a coffee shop, but they were playing one of the songs she had heard with Carol everywhere, and she let the door close and walked on. The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back? | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| bc27c28 | Life is a long failure of understanding, a long, mistaken shutting of the heart. | heart life mistaken shutting understanding | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 9a248cb | But love and hate, he thought now, good and evil, lived side by side in the human heart, and not merely in differing proportions in one man and the next, but all good and all evil. One had merely to look for a little of either to find it all, one had merely to scratch the surface. All things had opposites close by, every decision a reason against it, every animal an animal that destroys it, the male the female, the positive the negative. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 61a953b | The flowers you gave me--they died. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 7d895a7 | Society's law was lax compared to the law of conscience | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 91e831b | She had the kind of face that must be seen in action to be attractive. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 26d0d2e | How about some perfume?" Carol asked, moving toward her with the bottle. She touched Therese's forehead with her fingers, at the hairline where she had kissed her that day. "You remind me of the woman I once saw," Therese said, "somewhere off Lexington. Not you but the light. She was combing her hair up." Therese stopped, but Carol waited for her to go on. Carol always waited, and she could never say exactly what she wanted to say. "Early o.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| e169160 | She's everything that should be loathed," he went on, staring in front of him. "Sometimes I think I hate everything in the world. No decency, no conscience. She's what people mean when they say America never grows up, America rewards the corrupt. She's the type who goes to the bad movies, acts in them, reads the love-story magazines, lives in a bungalow, and whips her husband into earning more money this year so they can buy on the installm.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| ceb069a | That's exactly where you're wrong! Any kind of person can murder. Purely circumstances and not a thing to do with temperament! People get so far -- and it takes just the least little thing to push them over the brink. Anybody. Even your grandmother. I know. | female-authors murder mystery thriller | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 7005daf | She probably had all the time in the world, Therese thought, probably did nothing all day but what she felt like doing. | idle leisure patricia-highsmith the-price-of-salt | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 9b02e10 | Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 3ad1027 | Early in 1967 Highsmith's agent told her why her books did not sell in paperback in America. It was, said Patricia Schartle Myrer, because they were 'too subtle', combined with the fact that none of her characters were likeable. 'Perhaps it is because I don't like anyone,' Highsmith replied. 'My last books may be about animals'. | fiction likeability misanthropy sold subtle writing | Andrew Wilson | |
| a7622d1 | It was the pointless actions, the meaningless chores that seemed to keep her from doing what she wanted to do, might have done - and here it was the complicated procedures with moneybags, coat checkings, and time clocks that kept people even from serving the store as efficiently as they might - the sense that everyone was incommunicado with everyone else and living on an entirely wrong plane, so that the meaning, the message, the love, or w.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 11e22ec | That night, talking over the road map about their route tomorrow, talking as matter-of-factly as a couple of strangers, Therese thought surely tonight would not be like last night. But when they kissed good night in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials, which put together inevitably created desire. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 665742e | What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 60a84ee | How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 35125d7 | Just what did happen to a corpse under water for four, five years, even three? the tarpaulin or canvas would rot, perhaps more than half of it would disappear; the stones would likely have fallen out, therefore, enabling the corpse to drift more easily, even rise a little, provided any flesh was left. But wasn't rising due to bloating? Tom thought of the word maceration, the flaking off in layers of the outer skin. Then what? The nibbling o.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| c647ba8 | The law was not society, it began. Society was people like himself and Owen and Brillhart, who hadn't the right to take the life of another member of society. And yet the law did. "And yet the law is supposed to be the will of society at least. It isn't even that. Or maybe it is collectively," he added, aware that as always he was doubling back before he come to a point, making things as complex as possible in trying to make them certain." | society | Patricia Highsmith | |
| cccfb6d | Did the world always mete out just deserts? | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 9a9bdcc | It was strange to read about the people he knew in New York, Ed and Lorraine, the newt-brained girl who had tried to stow herself away in his cabin the day he sailed from New York. It was strange and not at all attractive. What a dismal life they led, creeping around New York, in and out of subways, standing in some dingy bar on Third Avenue for their entertainment,watching television, or even if they had enough money for a Madison Avenue b.. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 718ee55 | Carol wanted her with her, and whatever happened they would meet it without running. How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle. | Patricia Highsmith | ||
| 2641a74 | And everything was made of paper: sentences, pardons, pleas, bad records, demerits, proof of guilt, but never, it seemed, proof of innocence. If there were no paper, Carter felt, the entire judicial system would collapse and disappear. | paper philosophical | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 1d55458 | For here it was now, as clear as it had ever been. And, worst of all, he was aware of an impulse to tell Bruno everything, the stranger on the train who would listen, commiserate, and forget. The idea of telling Bruno began to comfort him. Bruno was not the ordinary stranger on the train by any means. He was cruel and corrupt enough himself to appreciate a story like that of his first love. | train | Patricia Highsmith | |
| 7a850c5 | When Pat gave her 'criminal-hero' Tom Ripley a charmed and parentless life, a wealthy, socially poised Alter Ego (Dickie Greenleaf), and a guilt-free modus operandi (after he kills Dickie, Tom murders only when necessary), she was doing just what her fellow comic book artists were doing with their Superheroes: allowing her fictional character to finesse situations she herself could only approach in wish fulfillment. And when she reimagined .. | Joan Schenkar | ||
| 33bbb2c | Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something." -H. Jackson Brown, Jr." -- | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| 5f5127b | I would dance all day in my basement listening to Off the Wall. You young people really don't understand how magical Michael Jackson was. No one thought he was strange. No one was laughing. We were all sitting in front of our TVs watching the "Thriller" video every hour on the hour. We were all staring, openmouthed, as he moonwalked for the first time on the Motown twenty-fifth anniversary show. When he floated backward like a funky astrona.. | Amy Poehler | ||
| e288835 | Life must have sucked growing up without TV." "Back then people could wait a few days to learn about all the things they couldn't control. . . Nowadays we're much more impatient for our impotence." | Sheri Holman |