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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 28b145f | What is the use of studying much when I'm to see nothing at all? | Lloyd Alexander | ||
| 3e0d081 | Oh, yes," said Mother, "you may be sure that there will always be plenty of chocolate cake around here." | Russell Hoban | ||
| 84c7071 | Am I doomed? Flashing darkness is pretty much the same as flashing light really. Fear isn't at all the same as courage but after a certain point perhaps being afraid of everything is the same as being afraid of nothing. | fear | Russell Hoban | |
| a9cdbe2 | James Agee. He was born a prince of the language, and so he remains. And Capote. I don't care what kind of stupid ass remarks he makes, he can write; he really can. When he's on he's really on. Updike would be twice the writer he is if he weren't such a hot dog. God knows, he's a word man. Eudora Welty, great writer. Erskine Caldwell, by the way is a helluva lot better than he's ever been given credit for. But if you ask me, "Who's your fav.. | eudora-welty james-agee john-updike truman-capote | Harry Crews | |
| ddf4598 | As novelist Harry Crews once wrote, I'm the kind of person who--if he can't have too much of something--doesn't want any of it. In | Mary Karr | ||
| 1102837 | She felt the snake between her breasts, felt him there, and loved him there, coiled, the deep tumescent S held rigid, ready to strike. She loved the way the snake looked sewn onto her V-neck letter sweater, his hard diamondback pattern shining in the sun. It was unseasonably hot, almost sixty degrees, for early November in Mystic, Georgia, and she could smell the light musk of her own sweat. She liked the sweat, liked the way it felt, slick.. | Harry Crews | ||
| 6e040f9 | It was not any one thing that scared him. It was everything. It was his life. His life terrified him. He didn't see how he was going to get through the rest of it. | Harry Crews | ||
| 9c08aa0 | Black soil flew up in divots; the horses' heads pounded up and down like pistons, and he felt a sensation of rushing speed no machine could quite match as the great muscles flexed and bunched between his legs. Havel | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 4c3f895 | He was of the Old Religion, like nearly all Mackenzies, and wouldn't object to a Catholic ceremony - his faith taught that all paths to the Divine were valid. Christians tended to be a little more exclusive. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| ce187cd | Clan custom and law held that it was the public declaration of intent and then living together that made a handfasting; the ceremonies simply bore witness to it and asked blessings and luck of the Powers on the new family. He knew Christians thought that the ceremony the marriage, though. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| db4c7b0 | Myths are lies; but I believe in the of myths the way I believe in rocks. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 21387fa | ''He chose to come onto your land uninvited with a weapon in his hand,'' he said. ''When a man does that, he consents to his fate and makes you clean of his blood.'' | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 361abe1 | Referring to an obsession with Tolkien's Middle Earth): I meet a beautiful American heiress, I like her, she likes me . . . and then she turns out to be a fundamentalist with a more literal interpretation of scripture than I feel comfortable with. Only our bible was written by an Oxford don about sixty years ago. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| b9f50a1 | By... earth," he said, more a movement of the lips than a thing of the throat and air. "By... sky..." Another breath, and it did hurt a little now. The next was harder. The women leaned over him, the mothers of his children. He blinked once more. His own mother, her black braids swinging as she rocked his hurt away. She was singing to him: " | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 80ebe3a | Testosterone rots the brain . . . | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 1297596 | Like its elder sibling love, friendship was a set of obligations willingly assumed, truth and trust among them, not just a pleasure or a feeling. At least it was if you were to be a friend worth having. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 9a9a379 | And doesn't everything die and return; the grass, the trees, the fields? Why not us? | S.M. Stirling | ||
| 94d5c14 | you should always kick a man when he's down. It's much easier then. | S.M. Stirling | ||
| bc72833 | People change when they get older. They get more . . . cautious. They've been hit harder and more often. It doesn't mean they're stupid or timid--Mom | S. M. Stirling | ||
| 2a332c9 | And so we must arm ourselves with tongues of flame. | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 2adfffb | True portraits are never realistic | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 7244be1 | To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven, | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 4db04c2 | Die happy-I will," F'nor cried, cutting more fruit." | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 286dc32 | A man ought not be afraid to say he didn't know. Nor a woman. | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 10b8879 | It must be an amazing mind-set, Afra thought, to consider one's self the only being of worth in the galaxy. There had been Humans who had had such delusions. They had generally died because of them | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 67e5bc1 | Bertrand Russell where he declared, "I would rather be mad with the truth than sane with lies." | Todd J. McCaffrey | ||
| a4fc86d | If Man was the highest achievement of Nature's grand design, then Nature had a sense of humor. Whereas | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 463263b | Who wills, Can. Who tries, Does. Who loves, Lives. | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 06e32fa | Don't store guilt for future use. Afra | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| cd80b2c | The bronze rider of Mnementh, Lord F'lar, will require quarters for himself. I, F'nor, brown rider, prefer to be lodged with the wingmen. We are, in number, twelve." F'lar liked that touch of F'nor's, totting up the wing strength, as if Fax were incapable of counting." | Anne McCaffrey | ||
| 67b80ff | He reached out and took her hand. Neither cared that someone might see. They had been taught all their lives that the only deep feelings between men and women were sexual, but now they knew that it was a lie. They were friends and they loved one another, and their hand-holding was perfectly innocent. It was one more thing to rejoice in, one more way in which they had risen above the system, above the machine. | friendship friendships girl-boy-friendships platonic-love | William Sleator | |
| f5906ee | He grabbed the nearest lizard, twisted it with a loud snap, and tossed it aside. "Hey, baby." "Hi." I beheaded a lizard. "Where are the kids?" "With the MSDU." He disemboweled a beast with a quick swipe of his claws. "You're having all this fun without me." "I'm not doing much. Just having tea and cookies." I cut at another lizard. "Thinking deep thoughts." I love you. "Then I'll join you." He loved me, too." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 278834d | Daniel: What do you think of the idea? Sternlight: I'll tell you man, I think it's a fantastic idea. Fuck me if I'm consistent. I told your sister if she had all that bread to pass on for a bail fund or a free school or any good shit like that, I would retract everything I said about your parents. Not only that, I would actually change my opinion. I would think differently. OK? Daniel: OK. Sternlight: discards the poster. Sternlight: That's.. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 94b069f | So that individuation may be compared to a pyramid in that it is only achieved by the placement of the top stone... The Jews, Ford said. They ain't like anyone else I know. There goes you theory up shits creek. He smiled. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| bae0456 | American literature has, since the time of the Puritans, featured the jeremiad as a prolonged complaint, a prophet's indictment of his society characteristic of work such as the muckrakers' novels or Allan Ginsberg's "Howl." Doctorow struggles to accommodate this form to his artistry (as successful practitioners of the work have always done). To this end, he has repeatedly adapted genres such as the Western, the romance, and the detective n.. | Michelle M. Tokarczyk | ||
| d7a2fec | We may prefer a more primitive analysis: that when you defeat an enemy you are required to eat his heart. In this way is your victory recorded with The Gods. In this way too do The Gods ensure the continuation of their amusement: you consume the heart of your enemy so that it can no longer be said of him that he exists -- except as he exists in you. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 9186db5 | One evening he appeared with an infant in his arms at the door of his ex-wife, Martha. Because Briony, his lovely young wife after Martha, had died. Of what? We'll get to that. I can't do this alone, Andrew said, as Martha stared at him from the open doorway. It happened to have been snowing that night, and Martha was transfixed by the soft creature-like snowflakes alighting on Andrew's NY Yankees hat brim. Martha was like that, enrapt by t.. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| cb40f8f | Happiness consists of living in the dailiness of life and not knowing how happy you are. True happiness comes of not knowing you're happy. | happiness-life | E.L. Doctorow | |
| 5158316 | It is the law of wealth that such people only profit from the money that is taken from them. | wealth | E.L. Doctorow | |
| b93cad0 | Emily supposed the modern world was fortunate in the progress of science. But she could not help but feel at this moment the impropriety of male invasiveness. She knew he was working to save this poor woman, but in her mind, too, was a sense of Wrede's science as adding to the abuse committed by his fellow soldiers. He said not a word. It was as if the girl were no more than the surgical challenge she offered. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 75b7008 | For a moment he thought the chair was aligned, but then he decided it was not. He moved it another turn to the right. He tried sitting in the chair now but it still felt peculiar. He turned it again. Eventually he made a complete circle and still he could not find the proper alignment for the chair. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| d6606c3 | Ever since this day I have dreamt sometimes... I, a street rat in my soul, dream even now... that if it were possible to life this littered, paved Manhattan from the earth... and all its torn and dripping pipes and conduits and tunnels and tracks and cables--all of it, like a scab from new skin underneath--how seedlings would sprout and freshets bubble up, and brush and grasses would grow over the rolling hills... | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 1841011 | It has taken time and the blundering wisdom and anarchic greed of our ancestry to construct the modern city of consolidated institutions. It is a great historically amassed communal creation. If you fly above it at night, it is a jeweled wonder of the universe, floating like a giant liner on the sea of darkness. It is smart, accomplished, sophisticated, and breathtakingly beautiful. And it glimmers and sparkles as all things breakable glimm.. | E.L. Doctorow | ||
| 0c282de | Of course movies today no longer require film. They are recorded and held in digital suspension as ones and zeroes. And so at the moment the last remaining piece of the world is lit and shot for a movie, there will be another Big Bang... and the multitudes of ones and zeroes will be strewn through the universe as particles that act like waves... until, shaken by borealic winds or ignited by solar flares or otherwise galvanized by this or th.. | E.L. Doctorow |