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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b482c33 | You're good. You're very good. It's chiefly your eyes, I think, and that throb you get into your voice when you say things like 'Be generous, Mr. Spade. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| b32d1e8 | You know Quinn?" Macaulay asked me. "Ten minutes ago I was putting him to bed." Macaulay grinned. "I hope you keep his acquaintance like that - social" "Meaning what?" Macaulay's grin became rueful. "He used to be my broker, and his advice led me right up to the poorhouse steps." "That's sweet," I said. "he's my broker now and I'm following his advice." Macaulay and the girl laughed. I pretended I was laughing and returned to my table." | broker funny humor money | Dashiell Hammett | |
| fff8500 | Spade] scowled at Gutman and burst out irritably: "Jesus God! is this the first thing you guys ever stole? You're a fine lot of lollipops! What are you going to do next-- get down and pray?" | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 0d825ad | Studsy returned alone. "Maybe I'm wrong," he said as he sat down, "but I think somebody could do something with that cluck if they took hold of her right." Morelli said: "By the throat." Studsy grinned good-naturedly. "No. She's trying to get somewhere. She works hard at her singing lessons and -" | humor | Dashiell Hammett | |
| 53c0bec | That's Mama, divorces a lunatic and marries a gigolo. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 4812f4e | If a man says a thing often enough, he is very likely to acquire some sort of faith in it sooner or later. | Dashiell Hammett | ||
| 2e1b5e1 | There is less danger, gentlemen, in living according to a set of high moral principles than most politicians believe. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| de1a631 | The albino found himself brooding upon the nature of all unholy bargains, of his own dependency upon the hellsword Stormbringer, of his willingness to summon supernatural aid without thought of any spiritual consequences to himself and, perhaps most significant, of his to find a way to cure himself of the occult's seductive attraction; for there was a part of his strange brain that was curious to follow its own fate; to learn whatever dis.. | elric faust occult sorcery | Michael Moorcock | |
| fca578b | To seek pain as a form of salvation is to destroy oneself. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| e924680 | IT IS THE colour of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair which flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the colour of bone, resting on each arm of a seat which has been carved from a single, massive ruby. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| 9148282 | It happens to many like that," he said. "I have seen them. But you have to show them so much injustice first... Nobody wants to believe that the world is cruel--or that one's own kind are cruel. Not to know cruelty is to remain innocent, eh? And we should all like to remain innocent. A revolutionist is a man who, perhaps, fails to keep his innocence but so desperately wants it back that he seeks to create a world where all shall be innocent.. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| 49323e5 | In an infinite universe, all may become real sooner or later. Yet it is always up to mankind to make real what it really wishes to be real. | Michael Moorcock | ||
| 9841209 | Nobody," he said, "has put in a good day's fishing unless he leaves a couple of flies hanging on the bushes. You can't catch fish if you don't dare go where they are." "Let" | Norman Maclean | ||
| 7bbf37d | I tried to find something I already knew about life that might help me reach out and touch my brother and get him to look at me and himself. | help | Norman Maclean | |
| bcc9cce | All there is to thinking," he said, "is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren't noticing which makes you see something that isn't even visible." | Norman Maclean | ||
| c0f919b | Far back in the impulses to find this story is a storyteller's belief that at times life takes on the shape of art and that the remembered remnants of these moments are largely what we come to mean by life. The short semihumours comedies we live, our long certain tragedies, and our springtime lyrics and limericks make up most of what we are. they become almost all of what we remember of ourselves. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 4805d9d | Then he asked, "After you have finished your true stories sometime, why don't you make up a story and the people to go with it? "Only then will you understand what happened and why. "It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us." Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them." | Norman Maclean | ||
| 383d1f0 | Well, until man is redeemed he will always take a fly rod too far back, just as natural man always overswings with an ax or golf club and loses all his power somewhere in the air; only with a rod it's worse, because the fly often comes so far back it gets caught behind in a bush or rock. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 701471a | Something within fishermen tries to make fishing into a world perfect and apart--I don't know what it is or where, because sometimes it is in my arms and sometimes in my throat and sometimes nowhere in particular except somewhere deep. Many of us probably would be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect. | Norman Maclean | ||
| 79eb219 | Conservationists who want to cosset nature like a delicate flower, to protect it from the threat of alien species, are the ethnic cleansers of nature, neutralizing the forces that they should be promoting. | Fred Pearce | ||
| 7c4227d | The last time somebody was cremated, his ashes were sprinkled from a crop duster. We all ran for cover. We liked him fine, but we didn't want him all over our good clothes. | Gayden Metcalfe | ||
| 47a80e4 | I'll need a house key," she said as she followed him into the house. "Why?" The question so stupefied her that she stopped in her tracks and stared at him. "So I can get in when you aren't here," she explained as slowly and carefully as if he were just now learning English. In response he said, "Let me show you something," in almost exactly the same tone she'd used. He pulled the door shut with a bang. "See that round thing? We call it a do.. | Linda Howard | ||
| b5c99c7 | She'd wanted love, a husband and children, a home filled with laughter and security, the things she'd never had as a child. She'd stopped even dreaming about them, she realized, and that was the saddest thing of all. But then she'd never really had a chance; she'd fallen in love with the one man she couldn't have, and it appeared that she was one of those women who loved on once in their lifetime | sad-romance | Linda Howard | |
| 93bf698 | Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone, | Linda Howard | ||
| 5f5e222 | One morning just after Joe had left to drive to his class, Mary walked out to the barn and reflected on her state of hussiness. All in all, she was satisfied with it. Being a hussy had its advantages. | Linda Howard | ||
| 535c2d5 | If only gossip weren't so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details. The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious. | Linda Howard | ||
| 78cecdd | Everything feels like the end of the world, and you can't reason with someone who can't see tomorrow. | Linda Howard | ||
| c3fd8e9 | You didn't think I'd let the backstabbing little hussy get away with it, did you? Not that I don't love Jenni, but she's the baby of the family, and she thinks she should get anything and everything she wants. Occasionally she has to be shown differently. | Linda Howard | ||
| 1c3ceac | I don't argue, waste of time and effort. I listen to opinions, though | Linda Howard | ||
| ff30db6 | She felt for a moment the child's guilt and panic that she was to blame for something-for finally getting to know him. She that it wasn't the getting to know him part that would convict her in the end. It was the finally. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| 9f58102 | There is no form to this story because it is true, or at least as close to true as I have been able to make it. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| caa692e | The street lamps and illuminated signs were all extinguished, and on impulse everybody looked into the sky. The frogs and crickets fell quiet to the count of five before they began to sing again. The smaller stars were spread across the darkness in a fine white powder, and the brighter ones pierced the air like nail points. In Andrew Brady's yearbook she wrote: The thing I will always remember about you is the time we were watching the film.. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| f7b8f22 | But why did he remember only the things in life that had hurt him? Why couldn't he remember the things that had given him joy or caused him to smile: the jokes he had heard, the songs that had made him lift his arms in the air, the people who had loved him, whose cheeks he had touched with his fingers? | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| 2a8131b | For a long time that had seemed to her to be the key to life: Life--real life--was just a solitude waiting to be transfigured. If Phillip was with her, the solitude she needed would be shattered, and along with it whatever wondrous thing might have come her way if she had been alone. | solitude transfiguration | Kevin Brockmeier | |
| 2fb9c6d | My son was something of a disciple of flying things. On his bedroom wall were posters of fighter planes and wild birds. A model of a helicopter was chandeliered to his ceiling. His birthday cake, which sat before me on the picnic table, was decorated with a picture of a rocket ship - a silver-white missile with discharging thrusters. I had been hoping that the baker would place a few stars in the frosting as well (the cake in the catalog wa.. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| b1cd4f4 | The incident made her remember the story she had heard about the girl who was raised in a room with no horizontal lines. She couldn't recall whether the story was true or simply a thought experiment, but the room, as she remembered it, was decorated with a series of black verticle stripes on the walls, and the floor and ceiling were curved to give the illusion that the verticle stripes were continuous. On the child's first birthday, the sto.. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| 946a452 | The people were created in the image of God and thus they were within the precinct of His grace, even the ones who didn't know Him...the ones who withdrew themselves from His presence. | god-s-grace | Kevin Brockmeier | |
| 423514d | Occasionally, the light seemed to arrive from a distinct direction, like the sun slanting through a gap in a curtain, but often it simply infused whatever aches or traumas afflicted people. At such times, it had the appearance of a strange luminescent paint layered directly over their skin. They might have been angels in an El Greco painting. | Kevin Brockmeier | ||
| 7203f2f | At bottom, today's Democrats from Baucus to Waters are united in only two beliefs, and they demand that American citizens believe in only two things: diversity and rights. | Mark Steyn | ||
| 1866e71 | Applied globally, political correctness obliges us to forswear sovereignty. | Mark Steyn | ||
| 6cec406 | When the desirable jobs are spending other people's money, reporting on spending other people's money and lobbying to spend other people's money then you know that the society is f***ed. | Mark Steyn | ||
| c83c74f | For states in demographic decline with ever more lavish social programs, the question is a simple one: Can they get real? Can they grow up before they grow old? If not, then they'll end their days in societies dominated by people with a very different worldview. | Mark Steyn | ||
| f660541 | We're the endangered species, not the spotted owl. The "population explosion" is a prop of the Western progressive's bizarre death-cultism. We are so bad, so polluting, so exploitative, so violent, so destructive that we owe it to the world not to be born in the first place." | Mark Steyn | ||
| 9999f8d | One reason why the developed world has a difficult job grappling with the Islamist threat is that it doesn't take religion seriously. It condescends to it. In Europe's wholly secularized environment, the enduring religiosity of America is not just odd, but primitive. | Mark Steyn |