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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 15f147c | The trying to change what they think, the attempt to explain, the hope they'll come to see your side of things, it was exhausting because it never made a dent and afterward you only ached unbearably. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 23c5a62 | Connie Madison Parker, age 36, on Merchandise: "You got to put your goods on display, babe. Otherwise, not only will the boys ignore you but--an' trust me on this, my sister's flat as you--we're talkin' the Great Plains of East Texas -- no landmarks -- one day you'll look down and have no wares at all. What'll you do then?" | Marisha Pessl | ||
| b0742ec | she was flighty and poor, a French studies major who quoted Simone de Beauvoir. She wiped her runny nose on her coat sleeve when it was snowing, stuck her head out of car windows the way dogs do, the wind fireworking her hair. That woman was gone now. Not that it was her fault. Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless.. | money wealth | Marisha Pessl | |
| 77b66db | And that fear I'd felt, the disembodying confusion, seemed to be a drug I was now addicted to, because moving through the ordinary world- watching CNN, reading the Times, walking to Sant Ambroeus to have a coffee at the bar- made me feel exhausted, even depressed. Perhaps I was suffering from the same problem as the man who'd sailed around the world and now on land, facing his farmhouse, his wife and kids, understood that the constancy of h.. | fear life settling | Marisha Pessl | |
| 59bff16 | Grab what you can and fight your way to a lifeboat.' Everyone associated with the slow printed word is fast becoming the Great Crested Newt of the culture. First it was the poets, the playwrights, then the novelists. Veteran newspapermen are next. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| b9f8bce | Astrid taught me some of the words. I've never forgotten them. One was 'terulya.' It meant deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It's something you have to have before you die in order to have lived. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| beebe24 | I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until I became that person. Or he became me.' In the end, a man turns into what he thinks he is, however large or small. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 80bed4c | It was a fluke. But then, life is. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 8aa500e | perhaps she figured I was already a highly forgiving person, that I did my best to treat shortcomings like hobos I'd found dozing on my porch: take them in and maybe they'll work for you. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| b03dc22 | It was cheerful inside, without the aggressive Easy Rider feel of some of the other tattoo parlors in the city, where the handle-jawed thugs wielding the tattoo guns looked like ink was just a side job, their main work, contract killings. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 5db63d7 | We're living longer, we social network alone with our screens, and our depth of feeling gets shallower. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 55330fb | We were up the whole night just talking, walking the city. You can walk those blocks forever, take a break on the edge of the fountain, eat pizza and snow cones, awed by the human carnival all around you. | new-york-city night-film | Marisha Pessl | |
| 3aecd6d | I just got another kitten, you know. Found another trademark. It's quite embarrassing I missed it." " They can send you to prison for that." He pushed his glasses back on his nose. "I'm calling him Murad, after the cigarettes." "Never heard of them." "They're an obsolete Turkish brand, popular in the 1910s and '20s. means 'desire' in Arabic. The brand that ever appears in a Cordova film is . There's not one Marlboro, Camel, or Virgini.. | conspiracy-theories crazy-old-man film | Marisha Pessl | |
| cb62dfd | Is she sad? she asked. No, honey. She's lived-in. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 9a0e528 | We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read. The most we can do is hold out our hands and help each other across the unknown. For in our held hands we find pathways through the dark, across jungles and cities; bridges suspended over the deepest caverns of this world. Your friends will walk with you, holding on wit.. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 775f635 | Millions of people walked through their lives numb, dying to feel something, to feel alive. To be chosen by Cordova for a film was an opportunity for just that, not simply for fame and fortune, but to leave their old selves behind like discarded clothes. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 23c58fe | Maybe it was a consequence of reaching the end of the end, finding out the dark, mad, gleaming tale had concluded the only way it could in the real world--with mortal people doing mortal things, a father and daughter, facing their deaths. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 7f292e5 | What I mean is, a professor is the only person on earth with the power to put a veritable frame around life-- not the whole thing, God no-- simply a fragment of it, a small wedge. He organizes the unorganizable. Nimbly partitions it into modern and postmodern, renaissance, baroque, primitivism, imperialism and so on. Splice that up with Research Papers, Vacation, Midterms. All that order-- simply divine. The symmetry of a semester course. C.. | Marisha Pessl | ||
| 61389b7 | Holy cow!" I said. "You can't go to the door like that!" "My gun's in the kitchen." "Yes, but your underwear's on the floor in my bedroom!" And that wasn't the biggest problem." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 9f1335d | Dancing hotdogs don't say shit. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| cf1c032 | All my adult life I've hidden behind mascara. And if I'm really insecure, I add eyeliner. (Stephanie, Chapter 10) | Janet Evanovich | ||
| a213688 | Ranger is Cuban-American with skin the color of a mocha latte, heavy on the mocha, and a body that can best be described as yum. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| ad02a6a | Now it's my turn," Riley said. "What's your first name? Where'd you grow up? Who's your favorite Batman?" | Janet Evanovich | ||
| eec4ee2 | He's the Wizard because he's magic. He mysteriously passes through locked doors. He seems to read minds. He's able to refuse dessert. And he can give me a hot flash with the touch of a fingertip. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| c90a551 | They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together, despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work. | bus comfortable friends hunted hunter janet-evanovich kate-o-hare lee-goldberg nick-fox scheme table | Janet Evanovich | |
| 5b88726 | I'm short. I have to think tall. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 6d1bacf | The rain started a few minutes later, a fine mist at first, growing more steady as the miles flew by. The Mercedes hummed along, following the ribbon of road. The night enveloped us, the darkness broken only by the lights on the dash. All the comforts of a womb with the technology of a jet airplane cockpit | ranger stephanie-plum | Janet Evanovich | |
| 8d32e42 | I could help you," I said. "Counseling, drugs, a religious advisor, a girlfriend." | drugs girlfriend help snark | Janet Evanovich | |
| ef4bc05 | You in a hurry?" Ranger said, looking amused. "Things to do." I moved to get out of the car, and he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. "You're going to be careful," he said. "Y-y-yes." "And you're going to carry your gun." "Yes." "Loaded." "Okay, loaded." He released my neck. "Sweet dreams." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| f747f6a | He blew himself up." "Get out! You mean like guts all over the place?" "Not all over the place," I said. "He was pretty well contained, all things considered." | explosion fire hair | Janet Evanovich | |
| dd1e1ba | The problem with all that falling in love was that eventually it had to come to an end, and the end would be painful. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 516aaa1 | How did you know I was out with Bob? What are you, psychic?" "Nothing that exotic. I called, and your grandma told me you were walking the dog." "Gee, that's disappointing. Next thing you'll be telling me you aren't Superman." Ranger smiled. "You want me to be Superman? Spend the night with me." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 2af21ce | You always did have a problem with undies. Remember when you wet your pants in the second grade?" - Joyce Barnhardt" | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 6397e4f | Lennie Smullenski and Anthony Zuck bake the goodies in the back room in big steel ovens and troughs of hot oil. Clouds of flour and sugar sift onto table surfaces and slip under foot. And lard is transferred daily from commercial sized vats directly to local butts. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| ec63a6c | A complete stranger--a giant pancake, no less--has just appeared in their home," Boyd said. "Why isn't anyone reacting to this? Wouldn't they be screaming in terror?" "They love pancakes," Stan said. "What would they do if a fried chicken leg walked in?" "I'm not sure a chicken leg could walk in," said the script supervisor, a lady who wore three layers of shirts and sucked on a pencil as if it were a pacifier. "I suppose it could hop." Sta.. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 99e3e7a | I bet," Lula said. "If it was me I would have been burning out the motor on my intimate appliances." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 1316454 | Lucille must have fed him a Vallium smoothie this morning. | stephanie-plum | Janet Evanovich | |
| a0f88cb | I trudged down the stairs and stood on the sidewalk examining my car. Deep scratch in the roof from a misplaced bullet. Hole in windsheild plus embeddedbullet in passenger seat. Bashed-in right rear quarter panel and right passenger-side door from slegehammer. Previous damage from creepy gun attack by insane stalker, And someone had spray painted EAT ME on the driver's side door. "Your car's a mess,"Lula said. "I don't know what it is with .. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| fe55665 | my mother said when she opened the door to me. "It's no wonder we have so much crime today what with these short skirts. How can you sit in a skirt like that? Everyone can see everything." "It's two inches above my knee. It's not short." | stephanie-s-mom | Janet Evanovich | |
| 1e14639 | Ranger was not husband material. He was a heart-stopping handsome Latino, dark-skinned and dark-eyed. He was strong inside and out, an enigma who kept his life scars pretty much hidden. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| defb2c9 | I cut my eyes to the alley. Ranger was still there, doubled over the steering wheel, shaking with laughter. | Janet Evanovich | ||
| a3176c0 | Finding out" with Ranger is a whole different deal than finding out with Lula. Lula and I are Lucy Ricardo and Ethel Mertz. Ranger is Batman." | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 629267b | You take advantage. He don't stay at birthday party like good boy. He come to you for nicky nacky. You slut. I fix you so he see. I give you vordo." She waved her hand at me, she slapped her ass, and she wheeled around and left the coffee shop." -- | Janet Evanovich | ||
| 6cb12b9 | think she needs to have an adventure once in a while. And she's overly curious." "You get that from her," my mother said. "You're a lot like your grandmother." Sort of a scary thought, but I knew it was true. Even at this moment, I had a horse in my kitchen." | Janet Evanovich |