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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9b2c9cb | There are few activities so agreeable as spending a friend's money to your own satisfaction and his benefit. | P.D. James | ||
| 620b9d9 | Her aunt and uncle worked fifteen hours a day in their desperate attempt to keep the corner shop in profit, and their Sundays were marked by exhaustion. The moral code by which they lived was that of cleanliness, respectability and prudence. Religion was for those who had the time for it, a middle-class indulgence. | murder pd-james the-murder-room | P.D. James | |
| fb36d41 | I have enough trouble living with my own neurosis without coping with other people's. | P.D. James | ||
| 6bcbf87 | They also accused her of being sardonic, and although there was uncertainty about the meaning of the word, they knew that it was not a desirable quality in a woman, being one which gentlemen particularly disliked. | P.D. James | ||
| b0e227b | Henry James's definition of the purpose of a novel: "To help the human heart to know itself." | P.D. James | ||
| 841cff0 | The weapons I fight it with are also my consolations: books, music, food, wine, nature. | P.D. James | ||
| acbb32d | She was wearing a hat heavily trimmed with crisp pink ribbons which looked new, bought no doubt as tribute to the importance of the occasion. It would have been more impressive had it not sat atop a bush of bright yellow hair and from time to time she touched it as if unsure whether it was still on her head. | P.D. James | ||
| c2aecef | By 1803, therefore, Mrs Bennet could be regarded as a happy woman so far as her nature allowed and had even been known to sit through a four-course dinner in the presence of Sir William and Lady Lucas without once referring to the iniquity of the entail. | P.D. James | ||
| 29e33c1 | Success in moderation was no doubt better for the character than failure, but too much of it and he would lose his cutting edge. | P.D. James | ||
| 9eeb3b8 | Soho] is all things to all men, catering comprehensively for those needs which money can buy. You see it as you wish. An agreeable place to dine; a cosmopolitan village tucked away behind Piccadilly with its own mysterious village life, one of the best shopping centres for food in London, the nastiest and most sordid nursery of crime in Europe. Even the travel journalists, obsessed by its ambiguities, can't make up their minds. | city-life london metropolis soho | P.D. James | |
| 14e07c9 | The equally is a political theory, but no a practical politics. | P.D. James | ||
| f6d87c5 | The past can't now be altered, the future has yet to be lived, and consciously to experience every moment of the present is the only way to gain at least the illusion of immortality. | past-and-present | P.D. James | |
| 2d22b99 | She understood the meaning of the "Dark Ages" now. Because with all the drinking to celebrate rescues of fair maidens and slayings of dragons, vampires, and other scary whatevers, the local folk must've spent most of their time facedown on the great hall floor." | Nina Bangs | ||
| 721508e | Ruth]'d had bad nightmares in the fall, something about a woman hiding in her closet at night to steal her away, and Jordan had fussed very unnecessarily. Nina had taken her razor, gone into the closet and banged around uttering some Baba Yaga screeches, nicked the pad of her finger so there would be blood on the razor, then walked out holding it up for Ruth's inspection, announcing, "Is dead now." Nightmares had been better ever since." | Kate Quinn | ||
| 77c797f | You touch my soul, woman. You touch what I am, what I once was, and what I will be. | Nina Bangs | ||
| 3d0edf8 | I still don't know why we didn't hire a car to get around Ireland." "When I was a kid, I always dreamed about living in Ireland. I used to pretend I was one of the traveling people, driving my gypsy wagon from village to village. Used to picture a dark gypsy kidnapping me and having his way with me. Exciting stuff." Katy grinned at her. "Could still happen, you know." "Katy, we have a horse that's so laid-back I have to keep checking to see.. | humor ireland | Nina Bangs | |
| 63af812 | There's nothing like a compliment to turn any right-thinking American male into your basic monosyllabic kind of guy. | J.A. Jance | ||
| 34d70c4 | It's tough going to bed with a stranger. There's nothing much to talk about the next morning when you wake up. | J.A. Jance | ||
| 41ea0c8 | Taken out of context and given a forty-degree twist, you can use the Bible to justify almost anything. | J.A. Jance | ||
| ae5059a | Closure isn't everything it's cracked up to be, | J.A. Jance | ||
| f5ce32f | Enough of this drama; we have work to do... | Fern Michaels | ||
| 6ed0f6b | She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas. | fern-michaels holiday secret-santa | Fern Michaels | |
| 9b5d97b | The accessible physical space of the library is not the only factor that makes it work well as social infrastructure. The institution's extensive programming, organized by a professional staff that upholds a principled commitment to openness and inclusivity, fosters social cohesion among clients who might otherwise keep to themselves. | social-infrastructure | Eric Klinenberg | |
| 27fb74d | The rest of the time Olivia was alone in her big house with all the doors and windows shut to keep out the heat and dust. | Ruth Prawer Jhabvala | ||
| c0d3e7e | Shortly before the monsoon, the heat becomes very intense. It is said that the more intense it becomes the more abundantly it will draw down the rains, so one wants it to be as hot as can be. And by that time one has accepted it -- not got used to but accepted; and moreover, too worn-out to fight against it, one submits to it and endures. | monsoon | Ruth Prawer Jhabvala | |
| 01c4d18 | Mild-mannered Abe, however, is Tarzan of the traffic jungle. He knows the strict species pecking order: pedestrians are on the bottom and run out of the way of everything, bicycles make way to cycle-rickshaws, which give way to auto-rickshaws, which stop for cars, which are subservient to trucks. Buses stop for one thing and one thing only. Not customers - they jump on while the buses are still moving. The only thing that can stop a bus is .. | Sarah Macdonald | ||
| c154c21 | In India I've slowly been learning that I'm not in complete control of my life... | Sarah Macdonald | ||
| e221377 | How dare he fall in love with his own wife! -Salai | E.L. Konigsburg | ||
| 3d2db50 | The first woman may have been Eve, but the first girl will always be Alma. Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt t.. | the-one | Nicole Krauss | |
| d301a2d | I knew that to find and to feel Yoav again would be terribly painful, because of what had become of him, and because of what I knew he could ignite in me, a vitality that was excruciating because like a flare it lit up the emptiness inside me and exposed what I always secretly knew about myself: how much time I'd spent being only partly alive, and how easily I'd accepted a lesser life. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 5a5bc98 | Erase una vez un nino que amaba a una nina, y la risa de ella era como una pregunta que el queria pasar la vida contestando | Nicole Krauss | ||
| ead7409 | Somewhere in the far north of Canada there wuld be snow, falling soundlessly overy the Beaufort Sea, falling over the Artic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use this information except as proof that the world was too much to bear? | Nicole Krauss | ||
| ef23425 | He couldn't have known it, but among the original run of The History of Love, at least one copy was destined to change a life. This particular book was one of the last of the two thousand to be printed, and sat for longer than the rest in a warehouse in the outskirts of Santiago, absorbing the humidity. From there it was finally sent to a bookstore in Buenos Aires. The careless owner hardly noticed it, and for some years it languished on th.. | reading | Nicole Krauss | |
| 0a07e3d | As the rifles were pointed at his chest he wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard. He had thought the possibilities of human silence were endless. But as the bullets tore from the rifles, his body was riddled with the truth. And a small part of him laughed bitterly because, anyway, how could he have forgotten what he had always known: There's no match for the silence of God. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 38cc531 | He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, however slight, and without the rhythm of her breath the dark had no measure. There were times he woke feeling cold from the lack of the heat that once came from between her thighs and behind her knees. He might have even called her, if he could have momentarily forgotten that he already knew everything she could possibly say. | love marriage sleeping-together | Nicole Krauss | |
| 5427b16 | No, I don't harbor any mystical ideas about writing, Your Honor, it's work like any other kind of craft; the power of literature, I've always thought, lies in how willful the act of making it is. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| 340913a | He was an average man. A man willing to accept things as they were, and, because of this, he lacked the potential to be in anyway original. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| a973035 | I made a point of answering the question I received with some frequency from journalists, Do you think books can change people's lives? (which really meant, Do you actually think anything you could write could mean anything to anyone?), with a little airtight thought experiment in which I asked the interviewer to imagine the sort of person he might be if all of the literature he'd read in his life were somehow excised from his mind, his min.. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| f6b836a | The clarity was startling and Samson wondered whether he was imagining these moments. Not that they hadn't happened at all, but that they had been embellished by details from elsewhere, fragments that survived the obliteration of other memories, vagrant data that gravitated and stuck to what was left to remember. But in the end he rejected this idea. The memories were too perfect: take one detail away and they collapsed into disorder. | memory-loss | Nicole Krauss | |
| 6ff2acb | After all, the world population of artists has exploded, almost no one is not an artist now; in turning our attention inward, so have we turned all of our hope inward, believing that meaning can be found or made there. Having cut ourselves off from all that is unknowable and that might truly fill us with awe, we can only find wonderment in our own powers of creativity. | Nicole Krauss | ||
| a7cce55 | we should abolish the Fed altogether, since in the view of these economists it is entirely superfluous to a market economy. | Thomas E. Woods Jr. | ||
| c0002e4 | what remotely educated or even half-conscious living being could consider John McCain a fit candidate for anything? | Thomas E. Woods Jr. | ||
| 43b9296 | Most arguments about income inequality are based on static analysis. | Thomas E. Woods Jr. | ||
| e7406ec | America's poor are better off than much of the European middle class today, and better off than the American middle class of the 1950s. | Thomas E. Woods Jr. |