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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 196dadf | careful not to ogle her wares, as dames often do not care for that, even when it is evident that they have spent no little time and effort preparing their wares for ogling. | Christopher Moore | ||
| bba02f1 | It's French," she said. "They designed it like a zoo--you know, keep 'em in, but give everyone a good look at 'em..." | Christopher Moore | ||
| 88b867e | In Breeze's business one got used to running across the skeletons in people's closets. If Billy's skeleton wore women's underwear, it didn't really matter. Homosexuality on Billy Winston was like acne on a leper. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 4abbfcd | Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. This | Christopher Moore | ||
| 74598f9 | Everyone at the bar turned toward The Breeze and waited, as if the next few words he spoke would reveal the true meaning of life, the winning numbers of the lottery, and the unlisted phone number of God. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 90e4dd8 | Every guy can basically be boiled down to what he wants and what he's afraid of. | Christopher Moore | ||
| d4fb2da | What a bawdy bitch is fate when the best bit of a bloke's day is a brace of bloody mermaid murders. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 87cbd06 | If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them. The key--and this is very relevant in our case--is to find someone whose insanity dovetails with your own. | Christopher Moore | ||
| be262bf | Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1687f80 | Sometimes, it turned out, art was what you had to say, not how you said it. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 1d6341e | His words were: hello, good-bye, yes, no, please, thank you, okay, sorry, and suck my dick. He | Christopher Moore | ||
| 9f7c99d | Before we knew it a year had passed, then two more, and we were celebrating the passage of Joshua's seventeenth birthday in the fortress. Balthasar had the girls prepare a feast of Chinese delicacies and we drank wine late into the night. (And long after that, and even when we had returned to Israel, we always ate Chinese food on Joshua's birthday. I'm told it became a tradition not only with those of us who knew Joshua, but with Jews every.. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 11da132 | The only way to control the faithful is to not become one of them | Christopher Moore | ||
| d06e455 | My ma had a record of that Moron Tallywacker Choir singin' Christmas music. Sounded like someone hurtin' a dog. I broke it and melted it on the radiator. | Christopher Moore | ||
| fd9b46f | Isolate 'em. That's why all your loony-toon cult guys have to get their people out in the boonies somewhere where no one can talk any sense into 'em. Just | Christopher Moore | ||
| 78a169c | if you do your job and assume that everyone else is incompetent, you will seldom be disappointed. | Christopher Moore | ||
| b535f8c | The entire town of Monte Rio consisted of a gas station and a tire-flattened raccoon. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 072ff65 | I didn't do anything. I didn't move a thing, I didn't touch a thing, I didn't change a thing. Believers do everything. | Christopher Moore | ||
| 4995906 | He is angry when he leave today. Like bear," said Mrs. Korjev, who was possessed of an atavistic compulsion toward ursine simile." | Christopher Moore | ||
| bc48255 | That's it?" Joshua asked, as he hopped off his post and winced upon landing. "Why did we set up twenty posts if we were only going to use three?" "Why were you thinking of twenty when you can only stand on one?" answered Three. "I have to pee," I said. "Exactly," said the monk. So there you have it: Buddhism. Each" | Christopher Moore | ||
| ca9d54f | Brunetti had long been of the opinion that one of the handicaps of stupidity was its inability to imagine intelligence. | Donna Leon | ||
| 4937573 | But no, music lasted longer than anything it inspired. After LPs, cassettes, and CDs, when matrimony was about to decay into its component elements--alimony and acrimony--the songs startled him and regained all their previous, pre-Rachel meanings, as if they had not only conjured her but then dismissed her, as if she had been entirely their illusion. He listened to the old songs again, years later on that same dark promenade, when every CD .. | Arthur Phillips | ||
| d28b69a | How strangely distributed are our scruples. When they are evenly spread across our lives, we are judged good people. Mine, unfortunately, tend to bunch up. | Arthur Phillips | ||
| 9661ce3 | If music can ever restore a lost past, then this was the moment. Redemption! We do crave it. But music is different: we tolerate songs without redemption. | Arthur Phillips | ||
| 12612f2 | Life had taught him to be profoundly suspicious of coincidence, and it had similarly taught him to view any seemingly random conjunction of events or persons as coincidence and thus be suspicious of that, as well. | randomness | Donna Leon | |
| 4de31d9 | But maybe you could get better at missing things--and people--with enough practice. | Mike Lupica | ||
| 8d82dbc | Nick said. "Failing at school, failing at baseball..." The last part just came out, one last part of this he couldn't stop if he'd tried: "... failing at being your son." For the second time that day, Nick ran." | Mike Lupica | ||
| 438f8a5 | It doesn't matter how old or young you are: The truth will always catch up with you eventually...Best thing is to own the truth from the start, whether you like it or not. | Mike Lupica | ||
| e3e0b3d | how he had done so she never | Robert Goddard | ||
| 67ec752 | She only modelled for him once,' Max said stubbornly, leaning the canvases back against the wall and replacing the sheet. 'Once, twice or umpteen times, it's proof she knew Spataro... how shall we put it?... on terms a man who loved her might resent.' 'There are lots of artists in Montparnasse, Appelby, and lots of artists' models.' 'I wouldn't like it. And I bet Sir Henry didn't like it either.' 'There was nothing between Corinne and Spat.. | modeling painter pun | Robert Goddard | |
| f9b0f4d | was not personally religious; his most immediate and consistent motivation was a desire for recognition as the founding genius of rocket science. | goddard motivation recognition robert-goddard robert-h-goddard rocket-science science | Kendrick Oliver | |
| 885ec64 | On breezy days when the wind was not too light and not too strong, Will and Pamela and the children flew their homemade kites in Peaceful Park until they were specks in the blue sky. When the wind was just right, the kites felt so strong and safe up there that Honor imagined nothing could budge them. 'Ho bum," boasted Will, 'I could stand here all day and this kite would hold. It's like fishing.' 'Fishing in reverse,' said Pamela. 'Sky fish.. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 208a1fd | I used to write poetry when I was younger," Jess said. She had kept a notebook by her bed, in case some line or image came to her in her dreams, but she had always been a sound sleeper, and no Xanadus or nightingales woke her. She read Coleridge or Keats and felt that they had covered the great subjects so well that she had nothing to add about beauty, or immortality of the soul. "Now I just read." She spoke cheerfully, without a hint of wi.. | jess-and-george jess-bach poetry protective | Allegra Goodman | |
| a67a9f1 | Reading was like visiting distant friends. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| bd20928 | Talent and intelligence, not to mention tireless hard work, got lab scientists through the door, but--this was the dirty secret--you needed luck. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 5aea09b | Jess gazed at the apples arranged in all their colors: russet, blushing pink, freckled gold. She cast her eyes over heaps of pumpkins, bins of tomatoes cut from the vine, pale gooseberries with crumpled leaves. "You could buy a farm." "Why would I do that?" "To be healthy," said Jess. Emily shook her head. "I don't think I'd be a very good farmer." "You could have other people farm your farm for you," said Jess. "And you could just eat all .. | colors emily-and-jess farmers-market haha produce | Allegra Goodman | |
| 9af94fa | The wines were great, and better by the minute, even as the drinkers softened. Just as wines opened at the table, so the friends' thirst changed. Their tongues were not so keen, but curled, delighted, as the wines deepened. Nick's Latour was a classic Bordeaux, perfumed with black currant and cedar, perfectly balanced, never overpowering, too genteel to call attention to itself, but too splendid to ignore. Raj's Petrus, like Raj himself, mo.. | food-and-wine george-friedman wine-tasting | Allegra Goodman | |
| e4bffe1 | She turned the next several pages and found a black-ink drawing on a slip of typing paper, a nude woman holding a round fruit to her mouth. Jess plucked it out and read the collector's tiny caption: "Do I dare to eat a peach?" "Will you?" George asked, closing the book and placing it atop the cabinet. "Maybe," Jess said lightly. "Do you have any?" "No peaches." "Oh, well. I can't ruin this dress, anyway." Words he took as permission to look.. | jess-and-george peaches | Allegra Goodman | |
| b80d898 | I want to give back." He looked at her and said in all seriousness, "Why? What did you take?" | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 8ee1a2e | She herself vacillated when it came to belief. She did not particularly believe in God. Or, rather, she didn't believe in a particular God. Nevertheless, she kept an open mind. She was not a melancholy agnostic, but the optimistic kind. She liked to give God the benefit of the doubt. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| bc64024 | He felt poor, as well, although he didn't consider himself poor. He considered himself free. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 260b87c | To make a tarte of strawberyes," wrote Margaret Parker in 1551, "take and strayne theym with the yolkes of four eggs, and a little whyte breade grated, then season it up with suger and swete butter and so bake it." And Jess, who had spent the past year struggling with Kant's Critiques, now luxuriated in language so concrete. Tudor cookbooks did not theorize, nor did they provide separate ingredient lists, or scientific cooking times or temp.. | fauna jess-bach old-books old-english poultry transformations tudor | Allegra Goodman | |
| 94b3ada | Once he left the Haywood out for her with a page number on a scrap of paper, and she opened the book to recipes for "Distillation." Jess laughed at the page George had found for her. There, between instructions to make rose water and clove water, were instructions "to make jessamine water: Take eight ounces of the jessamine flowers, clean picked from their stalks, three quarts of spirit of wine, and two quarts of water: put the whole into a.. | ingredients jess-and-george jessamine recipe water | Allegra Goodman | |
| 398a694 | He dealt every day with people who believed they weren't happy and who further believed that by committing some crime--theft, murder, deceit, blackmail, even kidnapping--they would find the magic elixir that would transform the perceived misery of their lives into that most desired of states: happiness | Donna Leon |