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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7b254a7 | The following day his outline appeared in white chalk on the asphalt. Did the hand of the person who skirted the coastline of his body tremble? The city, its sidewalks: an enormous blackboard- instead of numbers, we add up bodies. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 3756241 | Our final hours together were predictable: the temperature of the arguments rising, the almost comic melodrama of the play beginning. Faces, masks. One shouting, the other crying; and then, change masks. For one, two, three, six hours, until the world finally falls apart: tomorrow, this Sunday, next Wednesday, Christmas. But in the end, a strange peace, gathered from who knows what rotten gut. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 3cb72f5 | The process by which a child is asked questions during the intake interview is called screening, a term that is as cynical as it is appropriate: the child a reel of footage, the translator-interpretor an obsolete apparatus used to channel that footage, the legal system a screen, itself too worn out, too filthy and tattered to allow any clarity, any attention to detail. Stories often become generalized, distorted, appear out of focus. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| ac0aea7 | Jason looked down at her with smoldering eyes in a taciturn face. "You'll have to do something about Mumbles before we come back for Thanksgiving, Gracie," he told her quietly. "Kittie's allergic to cats." | Diana Palmer | ||
| b2e3bdd | More often than not, a woman marries for money and a man marries for sex. What difference does a sheet of paper with signatures make?" "If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand the answer," she said simply." | love marriage sex | Diana Palmer | |
| 3f2be9d | way for new, winter taking away the remnants of the old to clear room for the young growth. Life, in other words, in all its fierce beauty and stark routine. All things went to the soil eventually. It was the way of life. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 27992fa | How silly of her not to realize that strongest friends make the best enemies; they always know where the weaknesses are hidden. | Diana Palmer | ||
| 1acc3f6 | Well so am I." She stared at the coverlet. "What I said...earlier," she faltered, glancing at him and then away. "I was overwrought and tired, and I guess I kind of got carried away." "You mistook a chill for true love?" | peddling-back | Diana Palmer | |
| 694f931 | Not really. I'm tired and I'd like to go to bed." "At last, we agree on something." He moved toward her. "Oh, no, you don't. I'm saving myself for my future husband." "Thank you." "It won't be you," she told him doggedly. "I'm not crazy enough to think that. You aren't a marrying man, remember? You don't want commitment." "I don't know what I want anymore," he muttered. "Well, I do," she said. "I want to go home." "To a lonely apartment in .. | sniping | Diana Palmer | |
| b8b60a2 | Boy, it sure was some strange Christmas, she told herself as she opened the living room door. And then she stopped dead. Because her present wasn't under the huge lighted Christmas tree. It was sitting on the sofa, looking toward her furiously, with a glass of whiskey in one lean hand. "Merry Christmas," Winthrop said curtly. Her mouth flew open. He had a bow stuck on the pocket of his gray vested suit, and he looked hung over and pale and .. | Diana Palmer | ||
| daf7ad3 | After the pain, the pleasure. | Diana Palmer | ||
| b33b4dc | You may not believe it, but standing up to people is the only way to get through life with your mind intact. Nothing was gained by giving in. | standing-up | Diana Palmer | |
| ca8a2cf | But you'll get used to it. Life has to be lived. You can't sit by the road and watch it pass. | Diana Palmer | ||
| c96a52e | A mi no me afligen esa clase de preocupaciones porque nunca tuve cualidades efimeras. Yo solo tengo de las permanentes . | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| c47d703 | caminando por una misma calle que, sospecho, es la superposicion de muchas calles. Se, ademas, que algunos recuerdos son elaboracion posterior: fantasias labradas durante una charla... Recordar, releer: transformar el recuerdo: sutil alquimia que nos concede el don de reinventar nuestros pasado. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 8f15469 | Because - how do you explain that it is never inspiration that drives you to tell a story, but rather a combination of anger and clarity? How do you say: No, we do not find inspiration here, but we find a country that is as beautiful as it is broken, and we are somehow now part of it, so we are also broken with it, and feel ashamed, confused, and sometimes hopeless, and are trying to figure out how to do something about all that. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 95d9990 | The process by which a child is asked questions during the intake interview is called screening, a term that is as cynical as it is appropriate: the child a reel of footage, the translator-interpreter an obsolete apparatus used to channel that footage, the legal system a screen, itself too worn out, too filthy and tattered to allow any clarity, any attention to detail. Stories often become generalized, distorted, appear out of focus. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 825e8b7 | Harley Diekerhoff looked up from peeling potatoes to glance out the kitchen window. It was still snowing... even harder than it had been this morning. So much white, it dazzled. Hands still, breath catching, she watched the thick, white flakes blow past the ranch house at a dizzying pace, enthralled by the flurry of the lacy snowflakes. So beautiful. Magical A mysterious silent ballet in all white, the snow swirling, twirling just like it d.. | Jane Porter | ||
| 66b7fa1 | I'm not a hermit. I'm just an introvert, which means I like people, but I don't find parties exciting. They tire me out. | Jane Porter | ||
| dd8da43 | Don't live to please others. Don't think everyone else knows what's right or true. Listen to yourself, and be true to yourself. That way, no matter what else happens in life, you will always have your self-respect. | Jane Porter | ||
| 407b343 | I love you more than I hate cars, so I decided I'd try to face my fears and take some risks. | Jane Porter | ||
| eed9a05 | Chapter I. Scotland. | Jane Porter | ||
| 20ea552 | He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink. She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand. How convenient. He had two. | Jane Porter | ||
| 93eff7b | He was beautiful, but he was what he was. A man. | Jane Porter | ||
| c4e9e79 | fine tailoring couldn't cloak the primitive danger of the desert. The desert was about life. Death. Survival. And she saw the desert in his eyes, dark gold like the Saharan sand. | Jane Porter | ||
| c83f489 | Don't. Don't say you've changed your mind. You promised me! | Jane Porter | ||
| 7f9d22f | If she went with him, she'd enjoy Kahil's revenge. She'd welcome the humiliation as it would be at his hands, in his hands, with his body. | Jane Porter | ||
| 5eab8f0 | I want what's mine. And you wife, are mine. | Jane Porter | ||
| 411e01c | It was enough that slander could ruin a woman, because her purity was the most important thing about her. | Jane Porter | ||
| 80d29b5 | Although his honor demanded he immediately leave Juliana, he couldn't, for the queen visited. He couldn't seek an annulment, for the king demanded he retain Juliana's lands. He would remain her husband, and even if he moved his official residence to Barton-hale and she stayed at Lofts, he would still have to meet with her at Christmastide and Easter, at harvest accounting and at Midsummer...what pleasure he would find in the touch of her ha.. | Christina Dodd | ||
| 05481ed | I could write an epic poem about your thighs." "That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn't like that." "I wouldn't either." She pressed her cheek to his belly. "I can't think of a word to rhyme with marble column." -- | humor sex | Christina Dodd | |
| cd308c2 | When she thought of how Lord Northcliff was ruining the life of a poor, sweet, old lady, she wanted to shriek with frustration. She wanted to shake him until he saw sense. She wanted to . . . she wanted to arrange a carriage accident that would finish him off. | Christina Dodd | ||
| dc63f90 | I think that's Miss Victorine now with your breakfast. Are you hungry?" "Do you expect me to sit here like a bloody fool and eat a meal?" "You'll always be a bloody fool, there's nothing to be done about that, and I don't care if you starve to death." Moving to the bottom of the stairway, she took the tray from Miss Victorine's hand. "But right now you have to maintain a modicum of health or we won't get our money." | Christina Dodd | ||
| e16f075 | Women want to own a man, and that grows irksome. | Ellis Peters | ||
| 63d07f7 | By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones. | christina-dodd death life suspense thriller virtue-falls | Christina Dodd | |
| 21f76b6 | Saura nodded, bemused by the code of ethics that allowed for murder and kidnapping but balked at a lady touching a lord outside of the state of wedlock. | Christina Dodd | ||
| 0254fe2 | Fill me in on the details of your life." "I thought you didn't give a shit." "It'll give me something to do while I wait for you to stab me to death." | christina-dodd humor life suspense thriller virtue-falls | Christina Dodd | |
| f70658c | Yes, I'm a man and everyone knows men are great hairy beasts scarcely tamed by civilization -Jermyn, Duke of Northcliff to Amy, Princess Beaumontaigne | man rake | Christina Dodd | |
| 3683865 | Let her go or I'll shoot you." "I've never met a woman who'd have the guts to shoot a man," he sneered. All the women he knew were too kind. Too gentle. "I have the guts," the girl said. "Better yet, I to shoot you." That shook him. The words, and the tone, a kind of flat, plain aversion the like of which he'd never met in all of his privileged life. What had he ever done to deserve this girl's contempt? And why did he even care? "Which p.. | Christina Dodd | ||
| bfa58b4 | Don't you have any respect for your betters?" "I do. That's why I'm going to help her up the stairs and put her to bed with a cup of hot tea. You can just sit here and . . . jangle your manacle!" | Christina Dodd | ||
| c389977 | With great care, Amy opened the cellar door. With ladylike demeanor, she descended the stairs. And as her reward, she had the satisfaction of catching His Mighty Lordship sitting on the cot, his knee crooked sideways and his ankle pulled toward him, cursing at the manacle. "I got it out of your own castle," she said. Northcliff jumped like a lad caught at a mischief. "My . . . castle?" At once he realized what she meant. "Here on the island.. | Christina Dodd | ||
| 1e71d30 | So while I can spin my fantasy whenever I wish, I'm afraid you wouldn't do for me." Sarcasm dripped from her every word. "You're good at imagining, so pray imagine my heartbreak." | Christina Dodd | ||
| fcdb539 | Amy's disagreeable tone shredded his fantasy. "My lord, you have been staring at the chessboard for a full five minutes. Would you like me to make your move for you?" He jumped like a lad with his fingers caught in the jam pot. The rickety chair beneath him groaned. "Now, Amy, you must be patient with His Lordship," Miss Victorine chided. "He's spent the day manacled by his ankle and he's ready to snarl like a lion." "More like a small, ill.. | Christina Dodd | ||
| a747648 | I'm manacled to the bed. When the house is quiet and even the cat is asleep, you could come down the stairs and make love to me." "Don't be ridiculous. You would never let me--" "But I would. I'd let you take the lead, explore me as you liked, show me what gives you pleasure. I would kiss you anywhere you instructed--on your lips, on your breasts, on your--" "My lord, please!" "--shoulders. Really, Amy, what did you think I was going to say.. | Christina Dodd |