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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 07ec580 | Nearby, Lady Liberty hoists her torch in the harbor, a beacon to all who come to these shores to escape persecution or famine or hopelessness. For this is the land of dreams. The | Libba Bray | ||
| 1de0d15 | Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo eunuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those other guys keep sexing. / You and me, we be texting / 'bout unicorns and rainbows and our perfect love. / Girl, we fit together like a hand in a glove. / Now I don't mean that nasty, tell your mom don't get mad. /I even wrote 'You're awesome' on .. | Libba Bray | ||
| a5fab53 | So, what's your type?" Gonzo asks a few minutes later. ... "Staci Johnson. Dude, I feel like I need to shave my insides when you say that." | Libba Bray | ||
| 4914059 | Well frankly, that's the sort of stuff I expect my critics to say, because they want to turn all women into sluts who can get an abortion at the drive-through while they're off at college gettin' indoctrinated with folk-singin', patchouli-wearin', hairy-armpit-advocatin' feminism, which is just one step away from terrorism, and we should be afraid of that. | Libba Bray | ||
| 1493376 | But it would have made them suspect. Women who have power are always feared, | Libba Bray | ||
| 2ff3129 | But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you." I" | Libba Bray | ||
| fac4c2a | Miss McCleethy stands to address us. "Thank you, Miss Bradshaw. That was a nice start to our day." A nice start? It was lovely. Perfect, in fact. Miss McCleethy has no passion at all, I decide. I shall be forced to give her two bad conduct marks in my invisible ledger." | Libba Bray | ||
| 3419a62 | This brings a fresh wave of tears. To my great surprise, Kartik wipes them away with his hand. " he murmurs. I understand only a little Hindi, enough to know what he as said: . "I've never known a braver girl," he says." | Libba Bray | ||
| cf0b32d | When you looked up to the sky and cried "Why?" sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. "Sorry," it whispered on the wind. "Sorry for all the pain loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too." | Libba Bray | ||
| 187a648 | At first, I was scared to be alone. No routines. No rules. Just me. But I think..." Taylor wiped a tear away. "I think I was always in the jungle. Before. It was always there. I think I had to come out here to find the answer." "And what did you find?" "I love myself. They make it so hard for us to love ourselves." Taylor stared off into the dark. Her face gleamed with tears. Snot ran over her lips. "The judges won't like that answer." "Nob.. | self-love teen-girls | Libba Bray | |
| f6c009c | They'd never discussed how to find one's place in the world, never talked of fathers and sons, or what makes someone a man. No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed through the careful curation of supernatural knickknacks. And Jericho couldn't help but feel cheated at how little he'd gotten when he'd needed so much more. | Libba Bray | ||
| eb4da6b | We are nowhere, wanting to be somewhere, idling at the starting line of adulthood. | hope nowhere somewhere youth | Libba Bray | |
| 7089142 | They would have been mystics and healers, women who worked with herbs and delivered babies. But it would have made them suspect. Women who have power are always feared," she says sadly." | Libba Bray | ||
| 1e06106 | With a satisfied groan, Sam leaned back against his chair, his hands on his protruding gut. "Ling. How would your mother feel about a Jewish son-in-law?" | Libba Bray | ||
| 074dd66 | He's jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me ... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find. | Libba Bray | ||
| 7a4f53f | Kartik feels like a country I want to travel--vast, dangerous, and unknown. | infatuation lust | Libba Bray | |
| 65fc0e5 | What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It's such a bother that it must be masculine. | men new-languages | Libba Bray | |
| 00c9ab7 | it stung, too, knowing that it was easier for his father to erase his only son's existence than it was for him to tolerate the disappointment of who his son really was. | gay-son unaccepting-parents | Libba Bray | |
| 41ced6f | The steam trains crossed the country, the gleaming tracks clumsy sutures across wounded miles of stolen land. | manifest-destiny native-land | Libba Bray | |
| cc76f26 | They're too tired for bathing, but they're not too tired for dreams. For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and the city hall to many dreams. | Libba Bray | ||
| db9d91b | Beside her uncle's picture was his resident permit, which all Chinese were required to carry. To be caught without it could mean prison time or deportation. Ling had been born right there in Chinatown. She was considered a citizen. But under the Chinese Exclusion Act, her father never would be. As for her Irish mother, the moment she married an "Asian alien," she'd given up her chance to become an American citizen. Ling lived with the worry.. | Libba Bray | ||
| 94bb23a | Go on, darling," she said, batting her lashes. "Tell them the rest." "Riiiight," Sam said, suppressing a smirk." | Libba Bray | ||
| 3521a97 | Here is the world before you. You have only to reach for it. | Libba Bray | ||
| e58e8a1 | Sometimes I just want to burn down all the rules and start over, | Libba Bray | ||
| fe581c8 | I took a train to Liverpool. they were having a festival when I arrived. Citizens had taken time off from their busy activities to add crisp packets, empty cigarette boxes and carrier-bags to the other wise bland and neglected landscape. | Bill Bryson | ||
| 09f7d42 | as far as I'm concerned, writer's block is a myth. | Ann Patchett | ||
| cea1402 | So was the movie excruciating to watch because nothing was right, or was it excruciating to watch because, impossibly, some things were? Every | Ann Patchett | ||
| e2bd5e0 | The two sisters were connected by neither love nor mutual affinity but by a very small bathroom that could be entered from the bedroom on either side. | sisters | Ann Patchett | |
| a48e787 | The women in the kitchen took turns making a fuss over the baby, acting like it was their job to keep her entertained until the Magi arrived. But the baby wasn't entertained. Her blue eyes were glazed over. She was staring into the middle distance, tired of everything. All this rush to make sandwiches and take in presents for a girl who was not year a year old. | christening humor party women | Ann Patchett | |
| 647b747 | Their relationship, which had been going on five years, was built on admiration and mutual disbelief. After | Ann Patchett | ||
| a0bcec4 | She was not one to set her teeth so far into something that she couldn't let go when presented with the truth. | Ann Patchett | ||
| e1f890e | a woman raised her hand and said that her minister had told the congregation that they should never read novels with omniscient narrators, because the writer was trying to imitate God. "Really?" I said. "No Tolstoy? No Dickens?" The woman shook her head. I have to say it thrilled me to think that narrative structure was dangerous enough to rate its own Sunday sermon.) " -- | Ann Patchett | ||
| 9fc0bfd | It was soaring, that voice, warm and complicated, utterly fearless. | Ann Patchett | ||
| d64e0d0 | We are, however, entirely responsible for procrastination, and in the best of all possible worlds, we should also be responsible for being honest with ourselves about what is really going on. I | Ann Patchett | ||
| 78023e7 | Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can't write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself. | Ann Patchett | ||
| 52c3bec | I remember complaining one night on the phone to my mother that we spent too much of our time worrying about love and money. "Think of it as research," she said. "That's what everybody writes about." | Ann Patchett | ||
| 06006f8 | She isn't my mother." He meant, of course, by simple mathematical extension, that his mother wasn't Teddy's mother either. Which meant that Bernadette, for whom he had lit a thousand candles, was the mother to whom his enormous love and devotion had no claim." | Ann Patchett | ||
| 6873c8d | She told the woman to go to one of the online agent sites that list agents who are looking for new clients, and then follow their submission guidelines to the letter. If they ask for a twenty-page writing sample, do not send in twenty-two pages. | Ann Patchett | ||
| be52816 | Ann Patchett about the lack of a fiction Pulitzer winner this year. "Let me underscore the obvious here: Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying within the | Lynne Marshall | ||
| dfc0721 | Time applied equaled work completed. I | Ann Patchett | ||
| c7265a7 | I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, | Ann Patchett | ||
| 4fe0071 | Maybe he was concerned, or bored, or inappropriately friendly, or midwestern friendly. | Ann Patchett | ||
| a9c5ff3 | The sick were a ferocious lot. They'd walk right through you if they thought that health was on the other side. | Ann Patchett | ||
| f3cdfa8 | An essential element of being a writer is learning whom to listen to and whom to ignore where your work is concerned. Every | Ann Patchett |