1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
1384
2208
3346
3522
4641
4642
4643
4644
4645
5443
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1b26c11 | If I had to describe Trish, I would say: "high school parking lot." She smokes. She wears too much makeup. She probably gives great hand jobs." | Blake Nelson | ||
| ef0743f | Guys are like buses [...] Why get on the first one you see, when there's another one coming right after? Or something like that. Or maybe it's the opposite. I heard that on Oprah. | Blake Nelson | ||
| a32e46c | The worst thing about knowing that Gary Fairchild had been dead a month was seeing him every day at work. | Barbara Hambly | ||
| 2333552 | After long years of solitary meditation, Jenny had come to accept that, for her, magic was a depth and a stillness rather than the moving brilliance that it was for the great. | meditation solitude stillness | Barbara Hambly | |
| c5f760a | The room was a magpie-nest of picked-at knowledge, the lair of a tinkerer to whom the universe was one vast toyshop of intriguing side issues. | knowledge magpies | Barbara Hambly | |
| a73357b | The Dead always find ways," Ysidro said, "to get the living to serve them." | Barbara Hambly | ||
| c51008f | We are like the whales that live in the sea, he said, civilizations without artifacts, living between stone and sky in our islands in the northern oceans. | Barbara Hambly | ||
| cd7f5f2 | It is a terrible mistake to put the rifles of tomorrow into the hands of the ignorance of yesterday. | Barbara Hambly | ||
| 8938a25 | You mean magic is predicated on hope?" "Hope," [Antryg] said, "and belief in life. We move blindly from second to second through time. Hope and magic both involve the casting forward of the soul. In a way, both magic and hope are a kind of madness." | Barbara Hambly | ||
| 7c090b1 | If any town in Europe would have vampires, he knew it would be Prague. | Barbara Hambly | ||
| 58323d4 | She understood that even the worst days contained only twenty-four hours. One did what one had to do to get through them, and afterwards, one slept. | Barbara Hambly | ||
| 69b1c4c | theologian | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| f596e3e | Imagine a vast sheet of paper on which straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows--only hard with luminous edges--and you will then have a pretty correct notion of my country and countrymen. | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 6767d17 | It is a Law of Nature with us that a male child shall have one more side than his father, so that each generation shall rise (as a rule) one step in the scale of development and nobility. Thus the son of a Square is a Pentagon; the son of a Pentagon, a Hexagon; and so on. | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 57efcb3 | Yet at least we can admire the wise Prearrangement which has ordained that, as they have no hopes, so they shall have no memory to recall, and no forethought to anticipate, the miseries and humiliations which are at once a necessity of their existence and the basis of the constitution of Flatland. | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 7a82926 | I neglected my clients and my own business to give myself to the contemplation of the mysteries which I had once beheld, yet which I could impart to no one, and found daily more difficult to reproduce even before my own mental vision. | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 2c36d33 | Spaceland, whose appreciation has, with unexpected celerity, required a | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 3cdbf30 | If a man with a triangular front and a polygonal back were allowed to exist and to propagate a still more Irregular posterity, what would become of the arts of life? Are the houses and doors and churches in Flatland to be altered in order to accommodate such monsters? | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| ecc2b6e | Moreover a blunt and stolid regard for literal truth indisposes them to make those lavish promises by which the more judicious Circle can in a moment pacify his consort. The result is massacre; | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 40255d7 | To comport oneself with perfect propriety in Polygonal society, one ought to be a Polygon oneself. | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| 1764062 | Once a Woman, always a Woman" is a Decree of Nature; and the very Laws of Evolution seem suspended in her disfavour. Yet at least we can admire the wise Prearrangement which has ordained that, as they have no hopes, so they shall have no memory to recall, and no forethought to anticipate, the miseries and humiliations which are at once a necessity of their existence and the basis of the constitution of Flatland." | Edwin A. Abbott | ||
| adb4623 | Kendrick walked over to her purposefully, hauled her up into his arms and gave her a mock frown. "I hunger, wench." Genevieve put her arms around his neck. "Well? What are you going to hunt us for dinner?" "I'll slay a few steaks from the freezer." "You're so brave." | funny genevieve kendrick stardust-of-yesterday | Lynn Kurland | |
| 1a25aef | It is only now beginning to be borne in on us--very faintly, it must be admitted, very slowly, and very much against our will--that this vision of the world is dangerously inaccurate, and perfectly useless. For it protects our moral high-mindedness at the terrible expense of weakening our grasp of reality. People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence l.. | James Baldwin | ||
| c9791e1 | The difficulty then, for me, of being a Negro writer was the fact that I was, in effect, prohibited from examining my own experience too closely by the tremendous demands and the very real dangers of my social situation. | James Baldwin | ||
| 8917931 | She didn't turn around. She put her foot on the bottom step, then felt herself being whirled around. She shrieked as her world tilted. Richard's shoulder in her stomach robbed her of any air and her forehead bumping against his lower back made her slightly sick. It was Archie's hoisting trick all over again, only Richard seemed to be more adept at taking circular stairs. She thought she just might barf. "Put me down, you jerk!" she gasped. .. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| b44c219 | If Jessica had been pleased with his work, that was enough. He had bent to his work and poured his entire soul, black as it might have been, into fashioning something beautiful for his lady. His lady. He could no longer think of her as anything else. And that was the thought that left him standing in the lists, useless and fair blinded by the thought of his poor heart being so exposed. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| c16e28f | Come," he said, holding out his hand for her. She shook her head. Richard paused, then frowned. "I said, come." "And I said, no." He frowned again. "The cold has numbed your thinking, lady. 'Tis your duty to obey me." "I'm not your trained dog to come when you call." "You forget your place." "My place, buster, is not at your feet, licking your boots!" "There are many who would beg for the chance to do just that!" | Lynn Kurland | ||
| cd724a6 | Runach didn't consider himself particularly dull, but he had to admit he was baffled. "Then what now?" "What do you mean, Weger echoed in disbelief. "Do what is necessary! Bloody hell, man, must I instruct you in every bloody step? Take your mighty magic and heal her!" Runach blinked. "What in the world are you talking about?" Weger threw up his hands in frustration. "Heal her, you fool! Use Fadaire or whatever elvish rot comes first to m.. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 4fbf541 | Runach smiled ruefully. "She doesn't tell me anything." "Perhaps you intimidate her." "Im certain thats not it" Nicholas look at him, clear-eyed. "Runach, my dearest boy, you forget who you are--" "Were--" "Are," Nicholas stressed. "There is nothing of what I was in my veins," Runach said, managing it without too much bitterness. "I am simply a man who will live an extraordinarily long time to enjoy my terribly ordinary life. There is nothi.. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 289dac3 | I love you," she said. "What brought that on?" She smiled. "It's like a fever. It comes and goes. I think your smiles bring it on." "Then remind me to give you more of them." She rested her head against his chest and couldn't help but marvel over how changed he was. He soaked up every expression of love she gave him. She watched him as he listened to her laugh or watched her smile. It broke her heart a little to see how hungry he was for su.. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| a9a6d38 | Twenty-four years of sneaking cola drinks for breakfast had finally taken its toll, and she had been tossed into sugar-induced hallucination. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| eb1aca2 | But she had no hard cash. Not even a tissue in case she became hysterical. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 761291d | Why did you enter Gobhann?" "I already told you." "I know what you told me", she said impatiently. "I want to know the real reason." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then reached for her plate. He set it down on the floor with his, then pulled her close and put his mouth against her ear. "I went inside Gobhann because I wanted you to come out of the dark. With me. Because I love you. Because you were made for more than life in th.. | love miach morgan | Lynn Kurland | |
| f440dba | Richard opened the door, then stood back. "After you, my lady." Jessica walked into the room and gasped. She turned around and around, trying to take in the entire view. He had painted the bedroom walls. Talk about an unobstructed ocean view. It was more magnificent than she ever could have imagined. She laughed and threw herself at him. "You're amazing," she said breathlessly. "It's beautiful!" "Nay," he said, shutting the door and bolting.. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 398709e | The dead man mattered, the new life mattered; blackness and whiteness did not matter; to believe that they did was to acquiesce in one's own destruction. Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated and this was an immutable law. | James Baldwin | ||
| 9ba80e7 | Eventually, after listening to a good deal of grumbling and muttering, Jessica felt the bed dip. A calloused hand reached for hers. "It is late?" she asked. "Late enough." "Hold me?" How gentle were those powerful arms as they gathered her close. Jessica pressed her face against Richard's neck and sighed at the pleasure of the warmth. His hint of a beard was rough against her forehead but she didn't mind that either. She put her hands on th.. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| c567cf3 | She smiled. "You're very sweet." "Now you go too far--" She shoved her hand under his nose. "This is your ring you see, my lord, and that gives me the right to tell you to be quiet. So, be quiet. I'll probably be back to thinking you're a jerk tomorrow, so live with the compliment while it's still in force. Got it?" He grumbled something she didn't catch. But then, to her utter surprise, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it in a ro.. | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 9edd48e | The more I see you," he said quietly, "the more I want you." | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 869148b | It isn't done easily," he said with a half smile. "I'm just not one to complain overmuch." | Lynn Kurland | ||
| 3ee9037 | It is savagely, if one may say so, ironical that the only proof the world -- mankind -- has ever had of White supremacy is in the Black face and voice: that face never scrutinized, that voice never heard. The eyes in that face prove the unforgivable and unimaginable horror of being a captive in the promised land, but also prove that trouble don't last always: and the voice, once filled with a rage and pain that corroborated the reality of t.. | James Baldwin | ||
| 46386de | Perhaps it now occurs to him that in this need to establish himself in his relation to his past [the African American] is most American, that this depthless alienation from oneself and one's people is, in sum, the American experience. | america blacks history race race-relations | James Baldwin | |
| 394fe84 | The structure of the American commonwealth has trapped both these minorities into attitudes of perpetual hostility. They do not dare trust each other--the Jew because he feels he must climb higher on the American social ladder and has, so far as he is concerned, nothing to gain from identification with any minority even more unloved than he; while the Negro is in the even less tenable position of not really daring to trust anyone. | James Baldwin | ||
| 6825690 | Thomas Hobbes, in the seventeenth century, resisted his era's new-media hype: "The invention of printing, though ingenious, compared with the invention of letters is no great matter." Up to a point, he was right. Every new medium transforms the nature of human thought. In the long run, history is the story of information becoming aware of itself." | James Gleick | ||
| bf5a0b1 | By the time Carl was four, was actively lobbying against a first-grade science book proposed for California schools. It began with pictures of a mechanical wind-up dog, a real dog, and a motorcycle, and for each the same question: "What makes it move?" The proposed answer--"Energy makes it move"--enraged him." | James Gleick |