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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cf3d45e | I never thought you cared all that much if I ever found Gaunt." Hadrian looked up at the tower again. "At least not that much." "Honestly? I don't care at all. This whole quest of yours is stupid. So you find Gaunt--then what? You follow him around being his bodyguard for the rest of your life? What if he's like Ballentyne? Wouldn't that be fun? Granted it'll be exciting, as I'm sure anyone with a sword will want to kill him, but who cares?.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 742ba35 | You sound drunk." "I feel drunk-and I hate being drunk. Nothing works the way it's supposed to. And it makes me act stupid ... like you." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 6b92c91 | Okay, let's say you're a cat and Hadrian's a dog and you want to make him happy. You give him a dead mouse and are surprised when he isn't thrilled. The problem is that you need to see the world through the eyes of a dog to understand what's best for him. If you did, you would see that a nice juicy bone would be a better choice, even though to a cat it's not very appealing. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 2d366cd | Hadrian had always felt that cats were picky, untrusting things. Being fragile, they had to be. Whenever a cat sat on him, Hadrian felt special, as if the animal approved, and their acceptance was some sort of gift. Makes a body feel worthy of something to have a cat trust you that much. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| f1bd71e | You don't believe in right and wrong? Good and bad?" "Sure, right is what's good for me, and bad is what I don't like, and those things are very, very wrong ." "You really were raised by wolves, weren't you?" "Yes, I was." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 9f10b38 | That's not the reason I didn't tell you," Royce snapped. "You just said it was!" "I know I did!" "So you're lying to me again?" "Call me a liar one more time--" "And what? What? You going to fight me?" "It's dark in here." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 03fd840 | By the way," Hadrian began, "what was the real reason you didn't tell me?" "Huh?" "A bit ago you said--" "Oh." Royce continued to study the walls. He seemed a little too preoccupied by them. Just as Hadrian was sure he would not answer, Royce said, "I didn't want you to leave." Hadrian almost laughed at the comment, thinking it was a joke, and then nearly bit his tongue. Thinking of Royce as anything but callous was difficult. Then he r.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| c0a4190 | I should have let you kill him." Silence. "You're nodding, aren't you?" "I didn't say a word." "Bastard," Hadrian grumbled. "You know the worst thing?" "I've got a pretty long list of bad things right now, and I'm not sure which one I would put on top. So I'll bite." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| bb08c8e | The moment the two men entered, she leapt from her seat, knelt, and bowed her head. "Hey! Watch it, that's a new dress," Hadrian said with a smile. "Oh!" She scrambled to her feet, blushing, then curtsied and bowed her head once more. "What's she doing?" Royce whispered to Hadrian. "Not sure," he whispered back. "I'm trying to show the proper reverence, Your Lordships," she whispered to both of them while keeping her head down. "I'm sorry i.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| d335e0c | Take my advice: live your life to the fullest. Breathe the air, taste the wine, kiss the girls, and always remember that the tales of another are never as wondrous as your own. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| a464153 | If it was that easy, your father would have told you himself. This-like any real truth-must be discovered on your own. Honestly, I have no idea what your father might have told you. I do know he felt you were too optimistic, too naive, and Royce is ... well ... not. At our last meeting, I spoke to him of Royce. It was Danbury's idea-his last wish-that if I ever found his wayward son, I should introduce the two of you. I think he felt Royce .. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 621b62c | You're a bastard, you know that?" "Being an orphan, I have no idea, but you might be right. Now, can we eat?" | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| d49ed19 | But we are sailors--served on the Endeavor." "Are you, now?" the ship's master asked skeptically. "Let me see yer hands." The master examined Hadrian's palms, looking over the various calluses and rough places while grunting occasionally. "You must have spent most of your time in the galley. You've not done any serious rope work." He examined Royce's hands and raised an eyebrow at him. "Have you ever been on a ship before? It's certain you'.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 71a857b | You didn't kill him, did you?" "No. I locked him in the chapel but it won't hold. Which reminds me, could I borrow your sword? You're not going to use it, anyway." Royce handed him the falchion sword that had been part of his castle guard disguise. Hadrian took the weapon, slipped it from its sheath, and weighed it in his hand. "I tell you, these swords are terrible. They are heavy and have all the balance of a drunken three-legged dog tryi.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 4092679 | Royce decided to try to reason with Hadrian. "Would you rather they find out and send a detachment to hunt us down?" "No, I just hate being the cause of an innocent man's death." "No one is innocent, my friend. And you aren't the cause ... You're more like"--he searched for words--"the grease beneath the skids." "Thanks. I feel so much better." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| a42123b | You don't win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid. You end up tripping over your own two feet. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| cb78cdb | One truth doesn't refute another. Truth doesn't lie in the object, but in how we see it. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| c93eb1e | The dwarf?" Malcolm paused and thought a moment. "Well, I wasn't referring to him specifically. But now that you bring it up, I should point out that you run the risk of painting a whole race with the same ugly brush, which could have unexpected consequences in the future." -- | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 7aa0213 | Pain, fear, drudgery, boredom, lots of boredom--these are the things that build character. And you need to experience loss and remorse because falling down gives you the opportunity to rise once more. Overcoming challenges turns a self-centered infant into a caring adult. Empathy--the ability to understand and appreciate the feelings of others--is the cornerstone of civilization and the foundation of our relationships. Lack of it . . . well.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| c1e7ee3 | Never say never on any endeavor; it sounds like a dare to gods that don't care. If the likes of us prosper, fail or falter; it matters not while they roll with laughter on an alter, at our miserable, sad little lives. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 92493d2 | You were a mistake, you know," Flood told Frost as they plodded up the hill. "Mother didn't want you." Frost shook his head. "We're twins, you idiot." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 937df91 | We have but the roads that lie before our feet, and all too often our choices are limited to walking or standing still. And standing still gets us nowhere. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 862b708 | from arrogance came apathy, from apathy came ignorance, from ignorance came hatred, and from hatred, well...nothing good ever came from hatred. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| bb49681 | Instructors could teach the basic techniques and methods, but a mastery of mechanical knowledge could never make a person an artist. No one could teach creativity or invention. A spark needed to come from within. It must be something unique, something discovered by the individual, a leap of understanding, a burst of insight, the combining of common elements in an unexpected way. | creativity inspiration | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 8bc299e | Troublemakers in times of peace become heroes in times of trouble. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 1aec531 | Just to get through life was no ambition. It was the opposite of ambition. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 917267f | Usually to make something truly great, you need to start from scratch, Royce remembered him saying. You need to break everything down, strip away the impurities, and it takes great heat to do that, but once you do, then the building can start. The result can seem miraculous, but the process--the process is always a bitch. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 8ab91e5 | The question was, What could we do? Could we get up every morning and take showers and put on clothes and go to work? Could we think straight? Could we not say crazy things when they occurred to us? Some of us could; some of us couldn't. In the world's terms, though, all of us were tainted. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 5c5cc9b | They didn't have time to wonder why I was a little more miserable than most. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 5858aa9 | Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark -- why not kill myself? Missed the bus -- better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie -- maybe I shouldn't kill myself. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| df785b9 | Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that? I | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f48e489 | It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives | hospitalization | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 4f62262 | The group had an atomic structure: a nucleus of nuts surrounded by darting, nervous nurse-electrons charged with our protection. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 4e78ea8 | Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 54d8b09 | Era um dia de primavera desses que trazem esperanca: cheio de brisas suaves e delicados aromas de terra aquecida. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 9704249 | But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. You put the gun back in the drawer. You'll have to find another way. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f728b3c | On top of the bookcase were several Mexican papier-mache figures of people with knives stuck through their heads and blood running down their faces...I found these comforting...They looked happy enough that way, and they were a nice metaphor for mental disturbance. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 83b824b | I always got irritated when he told me he wasn't a doctor. Technically, he was a doctor. Being a doctor is like being a Jew; you can't get away from it. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 26049e7 | My friends have hated Asa, first for monopolizing my mind, then for the endless discussions of him they were subjected to, finally, for making me unhappy. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 955ee7c | Asa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. [...] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 35a5645 | Then he heard the hum. Vibrating in consonance with one of the tones of the ocean's churning, it slid in and out of perceptibility in the way that the landscape disappeared in the mist. But by stilling his breath and, to some degree, his jumping pulse, Jonathan was able to pick it out, the low continuo in the cantata of sea and wind. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 02ef442 | Quando sei triste hai bisogno di sentire il tuo dolore fatto musica | música triste | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 05c0584 | Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 35473a2 | Il suicidio e una forma di omicidio. Omicidio premeditato. Non lo fai la prima volta che ti passa per la testa. Ti ci devi abituare. E ti servono mezzo, occasione e movente. Un suicidio riuscito esige buona organizzazione e sangue freddo, cose solitamente incompatibili con lo stato d'animo suicida. L'importante e coltivare il distacco. Un modo per farlo e esercitarsi a immaginarsi morta, o in punto di morte. Quando vedi una finestra, devi i.. | Susanna Kaysen |