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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cc1dfae | Sorry, Ian," Cameron said. He found himself saying that to Ian quite a bit. "I didn't understand." Ian gave him a faint nod but didn't answer. His look told Cameron that he knew his older brother was an idiot, but he'd learned to put up with it." | funny ian | Jennifer Ashley | |
| 29c3634 | Why are you all buttoned up like that?" Cameron ran his gaze down the blackberry-shaped buttons of her bodice.[...] "You were happy to bare all last night," Cameron said. He let his mallet handler hover an inch from her chest. "Your bodice was down here." Ainsley cleared her throat. "Low neckline for evening, high for morning."[...] "This doesn't suit you," Cameron said. "I can't help the fashion, Lord Cameron." Cameron poked the top button.. | buttons cameron seduction | Jennifer Ashley | |
| 12003a8 | I don't need the bowls to give me peace anymore," Ian said. "I have you. And Jamie, and Belle. If all the Ming bowls in the world were smashed, I'd still have you." [...] "You broke the bowl, and it is gone. But are here, and whole. Nothing else matters." | ian ming-bowls | Jennifer Ashley | |
| 230bf7e | Why good news involved the man being pounded, Ian had never understood, but he knew that the gestures made Mac, Cam and Hart happy. Ian stood quietly and took their hand claps, arms around his shoulders, liking that he was part of them, brothers who had never deserted him. | mackenzie-brothers | Jennifer Ashley | |
| dd20ceb | Blackmailers are never satisfied." His laughter faded into bitterness. "Aren't they? How do you know?" His words were empty, hollow. "When you're the brother of a duke and your wife died in mysterious circumstances, sharks come out of the woodwork." "That's a mixed metaphor." "Bugger metaphors. They're human sharks and they come out of the shadows when you least expect them." | blackmailers cameron mixed-metaphor | Jennifer Ashley | |
| 7819243 | I'm not here to talk about my wife," he said. Ainsley's eyes were filled with anger for him. "Very well, what did you come here to talk about?" Cameron touched the top button of her dull gray afternoon dress and forced his voice to soften "I came to ask how many buttons you'll undo for me today." | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| 026ab65 | Addie couldn't look away. She'd never thought about it before, but watching two very hot men hold each other was . . . hot. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| 157384f | Addie was here by her own choice, lying on a very comfortable bed, while a hot man who didn't look at her with boredom was running around somewhere, insisting she take it easy while he did all the work. Dreams really did come true. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| cc710bd | Why? What can I do to help?" The man raised his brows. "Nothing. You've got great legs--I just want to see them next to me." | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| c2c71ad | Simple explanations are usually the wisest ones - a person can complicate a straightforward situation with unnecessary dramatics and end up in a complete mess. | Jennifer Ashley | ||
| 48d42ed | I want to look after her. I cannot begin to look after her: she looks after me and that's how we work. | Emily Barr | ||
| 8ded17a | Have you seen this cat? | Emily Barr | ||
| a7c4b6a | Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse | Sara Gruen | ||
| 20a7299 | Beneath it was a photograph of Hank alone, standing shirtless on the deck of a sailboat with his hands on his hips. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 0504d8f | She blamed the lack of real flowers on both weather and the war, and instead put four or five pieces of coal in glass bowls, added water, salt, and ammonia, before finally pouring a mixture of violet and blue ink over them. It was a complete mystery to me how this alchemy would result in anything resembling flowers, but they were "blooming" within the hour." | Sara Gruen | ||
| 4e72df3 | I want to knit socks for the soldiers." "It's not as easy as that," she said, looking at me strangely. "It's difficult to turn a good heel. There are competitions over it." | socks | Sara Gruen | |
| 6bc5f3d | Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and some things never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting in my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weigh the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final.. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 317be7b | But there's nothing to be done about it. All I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghosts of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make themselves at home, mostly because there's no competition. I've stopped fighting them. They're crashing and banging around in there now. Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry--I see you already have. Damn ghosts. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 6bb984b | When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, beca.. | getting-older time | Sara Gruen | |
| 98a8398 | n l`mr lS rhyb, fbmjrd n ttmkn mn msr Hytk, yty hw lyk lyksr sqk wyHny Zhrk fyskn l'lm fy jsdk, wyshwsh `qlk wynshr fy Smt mrD lsrTn fy jsd shryk Hytk. | Sara Gruen | ||
| ae0c18f | It seems there's nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 609ce97 | Violet was nothing if not sensible. She didn't even approve when we pulled entirely harmless pranks, like hiding someone's yacht in the wrong slip, or turning the racquet club's pool water purple. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 92c9ed2 | When you're five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because .. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 485b6e4 | nk Hyn tkbr fy lsn -w lst 'tHdth hn `nk, nny 'tHdth bshkl `m, fkl mn yhrm `l~ nHw mkhtlf- tbd' l'shy lty knt tfkr fyh 'w ttmnh tbdw k'nh Hqyqy@. thm tbd' btSdyqh, w qbl 'n tdrk dhlk tSbH jzan mn trykhk, w yHn y'ty shkhS m lytHd~ SH@ tSwrtk tlk fnk tsh`r blhnh. l'nk l tdhkr ljz l'wl mn lHdyth. kl m tdhkrh hw 'n 'Hdan n`tk blkdhb. hl ymknk nfhm mwqf lsyd mkjwynty, Ht~ lw knt mHqan fy ltfSyl lfnyh llHdyth? | Sara Gruen | ||
| 3331359 | It's hard to reconcile this August with the other one. and to be honest I don't try very hard. I've seen flashes of this August before-This brightness, this conviviality, this generosity of spirit-but I know what he's capable of, and I won't forget it. The others can believe what they like, but I don't believe for a second that this is the real August and the other an aberration And yet I can see how they might be fooled- | chapter-17 jacob-jankowski page-293 page-294 water-for-elephants | Sara Gruen | |
| e540893 | It's a cat, but not racist. | Lawrence Sanders | ||
| 7c1b267 | For a while she was quietly resigned to the prospect that nothing would change, but she did not know what the consequences would be, or what form they would take. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| cb00028 | I told him before he departed that all my life when I have seen more than two men together I have seen foolishness and I have seen cruelty, but it is foolishness I have noticed first. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 6f57997 | What is hard to understand is that our dreams matter | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 14ef8be | Tony was so wrapped up in the game that it gave her a chance to let her thoughts linger on him, float towards him, noting how different from her he was in every way. The idea that he would never see her as she felt that she saw him now came to her as an infinite relief, as a satisfactory solution to things. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 2b37863 | What she loved most about America, Eilis thought on these mornings, was how the heating was kept on all night. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 7c26263 | Time and patience would bring a snail to America,' he repeated. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 71ec234 | The idea that she would leave all of this - the rooms of the house once more familiar and warm and comforting - and go back to Brooklyn and not return for a long time again frightened her now. She knew as she sat on the edge of the bed and took her shoes off and then lay back with her arms behind her head that she had spent every day putting off all thought of her departure and what she would meet on her arrival. | nostalgic | Colm Tóibín | |
| 58c91fb | Well, I didn't really know what to say. So maybe I should say that I have thought about you and I like you, I like seeing you, I care for you and maybe I love you too. And the next time if you tell me you love me, I'll--" She stopped. | fiction love | Colm Tóibín | |
| a057427 | No single imagination is wild or crass or cheesy enough to compete with the collective mindlessness that propels our fascination forward. | Karen Tei Yamashita | ||
| e66f134 | Just cuz you get to the end doesn't mean you know what happened. | ending endings karen-tei-yamashita learning stories tropic-of-orange understanding what-happened | Karen Tei Yamashita | |
| 45312ad | Now," he said, snapping the black blade open, "we have destroyed the teeth, crushed the face, and obliterated the fingerprints. And we have not been caught. We can therefore proceed with the first stage of carcass disposal. Fluid drainage." Amanda placed her hands together so quickly that they almost clapped. "Ooh," she said." | Warren Ellis | ||
| cc5582a | I'd love to be able to tell you a story about the future, but I'd rather tell you a story that counts. I'd rather give you a sense of where you might come from, because you need to know where you've been to know where to go. The future is your story to tell. And maybe you have more options for the future than you thought. Maybe there are different ways to see what comes next. Wear your iron goggles and walk down Dark Lane at night to see wh.. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 876d23a | What Mogo did was to take ultimate action to improve his quality of life. This is at the root of murder. We kill people to make our own lives better. We kill them because they are obstacles to our desires, because they make us unhappy, because they burden us, or because they keep calling us fucking wizards. Murder increases happiness. | Warren Ellis | ||
| c682f6b | Half the time he seems autistic, the rest of the time he's like a lizard jacked full of lithium and speed. These things do not promote love in most of us. | autistic lithium lizard love politicians speed spider-jerusalem | Warren Ellis | |
| b5222f0 | Mister Sun wondered if he really believed it was true that the heart is just a pump. | Warren Ellis | ||
| b7c8b82 | Science fiction didn't see the mobile phone coming. It certainly didn't see the glowing glass windows many of us carry now, where we make things amazing happen by pointing at it with our fingers like goddamn wizards. | Warren Ellis | ||
| af3222d | You don't learn journalism in school, you learn it by WRITING FUCKING JOURNALISM. You teach yourself to wire up your own brain and gut and reproductive organs into one frightening machine that you aim at the planet like a meat gun. | Warren Ellis | ||
| b157f1f | Jim Rosato was recently married, to a Greek nurse. Rosato was half Irish and half Italian, and there was a pool on at the 1st as to which of the two would arrive at work wearing the other's skin as a hat within the year. | Warren Ellis |