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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f61a914 | Past the dam the city spread out in a blanket of a million lights, which shimmered in the cool evening air like floating dreams. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 87b15a0 | wish you would." "Right. When I had the emerald again, I was in a cell. I guess they were afraid the rest of the guys might try to spring me right away, 'cause they hid me out in a precinct on the Upper West Side for the first" | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 4eb1f57 | a whole lot of ideas isn't a plan. A plan is a bunch of details that mesh with one another, so you go from this step to this step like crossing a stream on a lot of little boulders sticking out, and never fall in. Ideas without a plan is usually just enough boulders to get you into the deep part of the stream, and no way to get back. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| e100e2d | since dispassionate self-knowledge is not a quality held in much esteem by the majority of the human race, | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 7dd3a70 | Dortmunder and the Major strolled away down the long corridor overlooking customs, with the duty-free shops on one side of the corridor and on the other side the railing where people can stand and look down at their returning relatives and visiting foreign friends being degraded. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 9c262f7 | understood that in the business environment it was considered a gesture of civilization to offer the guest something to drink without booze in it, and probably a hostile act to refuse it, so he said, "Seltzer, yeah, sounds good." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 9851fa4 | Mr. Dortmunder, this is too good a story to just jump in and tell the end." Dortmunder hated stories that were that good, but" | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 00d6fec | I Googled it all." Dortmunder had heard of this; some other nosey parker way to mind everybody else's business." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 0d1088c | At the moment, the discussion concerned global warming. "The reason for global warming," one of them said as Dortmunder leaned his front against the bar somewhere down to the right of them, "is air conditioners." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 84216da | Like the residents of Brigadoon, the people in the church drifted in a long and dreamless sleep, freed of struggle and expectation. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| ca2889c | In the cab going downtown, Doug believed he now understood the sensations felt by a person slowly sinking into the grasp of an octopus. Play dead, he told himself. But how? | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 712039a | Real life. The greatest interactive fiction of them all. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 6dc6b03 | There are no Territories to light out for, not in this century. It was no longer easy to become the new you. New or old, you were already you. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| ec03b56 | Two days in a row with morning appointments! What kind of evil cloud was he under here, all of a sudden? | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 3944c59 | found himself marveling at how many different names there are in this world. All individual, most pronounceable. Think of that. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| c5108bd | Since he'd been born rich into a family that had been a long time rich, he'd never known the need to suppress his feelings, so he pouted completely and might even have stamped his foot again, except he sensed that a kind of lumpish stillness might better illustrate the sulk he'd fallen into. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 506871d | Since the conversation had deteriorated to a loop, Dortmunder abandoned it and looked out his window instead at the thin sunlight out there, until Murch's Mom made the right turn onto Eighth Avenue and sank contentedly into the perpetual blockage there, a traffic snarl well into its second century, running--or not running--from below Penn Station up to above the Port Authority bus terminal. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 7b83eae | That was the annoying thing about the kid, who was otherwise okay. Every once in a while, he'd get it before anybody else got it, and when he got it, he got it. So Tiny said to him, "If you got it, give it to us." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 3939271 | Apart from the scenic majesty of the mountainous countryside, unspoiled by modern, conveniences, there is also the small but vibrant capital city of Quetchyl (pronounced "Clutch"), with its many squares and plazas, each with its magnificent statue of President Malagua, sometimes astride a horse and sometimes not astride a horse." -- | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 9c8f470 | The office containing these two men was of such hushed opulence that it seemed as though their words were borne to one another on small plush pillows. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| ec8ae9e | Good God!" he said. "Are you a faculty wife?" | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 5fb6205 | But other things had added to Jerry's present weird mood, his new view of himself as someone who'd suddenly found he was in a six-foot-deep rut when all along he'd thought of himself as sailing. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| f4639f0 | Why, Wally," he said. "Except for leaving out the part where Tom continues to be a homicidal maniac, it's all the truth." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 1184f8d | mother of the bride had been determined that her daughter would have a church wedding, and women who successfully name their infant daughters Tiffany do tend to get their own way, so an evening wedding it was. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| eb70867 | The way London carries on about the Thames you'd think it was a big deal, including lining it with all their classiest buildings, such as Parliament. San Francisco, the wind-up toy of cities, never gets over its Bay, and Venice is so much in love with its Bay that it's sinking into it. New York is full | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| c32686d | New York as a character in a mystery would not be the detective, would not be the murderer. It would be the enigmatic suspect who knows the real story but isn't going to tell it. --DONALD E. WESTLAKE | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 0abad85 | Probably nobody ever jogs toward the room where they will write their suicide note, | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| cfbaaa2 | Bobbi doubted there was ever much future for a couple who had nothing in common except heterosexuality. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 6136eee | I am cuckolding myself | relationship | Donald E. Westlake | |
| 2635b6b | There were other ways to live. You could do something else, if you wanted. And if you had a reason. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 60c436d | If he were any more crooked, you could open wine bottles with him. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| f769d01 | now he was requesting as much microfilm as the librarians would let him have at one time, and was buzzing it all through the viewer with such speed that the machine was actually rocking on the table. (Several other researchers, with the frowns of elephants disturbed at their feeding, had gathered up their own materials and moved | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| ccff156 | Not all things that cast man shadows were men. | J.V. Jones | ||
| b51a479 | Why did you save Mahmoud?" Killian's voice was so low she almost didn't hear him. "Instinct," she muttered sleepily. "I certainly wasn't about to save " His laugh vibrated through his leg, through her body. "Of course not. Mahmoud's grateful." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 28c293c | To her surprise, Jilly appeared to have handed over the telephone and a moment later Taka ended the call. No, maybe it shouldn't surprise her. Jilly would have resisted bullying, but Taka's calm control was very...seductive. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 1566c16 | Dawn couldn't come soon enough. He had to get her out of his life as quickly as possible. It was becoming the most important thing--more important than breathing, living. He needed to get away from her, fast. Because he didn't want to let her go. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 829d85f | She heard the zip of his pants, and expected him to step away from her, leave her alone in the bathroom to pull herself together. Instead, his hands were very gentle as he moved her out of the way, running water into the tiny sink. And then his hands were between her legs, and he was washing her, and she was too shocked to do anything more than let him. He tossed the paper towels, then took her discarded clothes from the floor and put them .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| ed08c68 | Takashi had no choice, and he'd always known it. This was one reason he'd tried so hard not to care about anyone, one reason why he'd known immediately just how dangerous Summer Hawthorne could be. Because now she was the one he couldn't sacrifice, couldn't walk away from, no matter how high the stakes. He could die for what he believed in. He just couldn't let her die as well. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 1d3f20f | He couldn't have known. The moonlight wasn't enough to illuminate the room, and the tears that spilled silently down her cheeks didn't touch him. But suddenly the kiss softened, the hands gentled on her, the lips coaxed and teased and healed. And without any more thought she was kissing him back, reaching for him with her mouth while her hands were held back, seeking him out with her tongue, calling him to her in the only way she could. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b28cf18 | He tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her toward him in the darkness. He knew exactly how she'd respond, her other hand coming up to push him away, her hand touching the bare, hot skin of his chest so that she drew back in surprise, long enough for him to wrap her tightly against his chest, trapping her hand between them. He knew she'd try to jerk her head away when he slid his hand into her hair and tilted her face back for his kiss.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 5ac8142 |
Talvolta bisogna rinunciare a quel che si ama per sopravvivere.>> Takashi le lascio la mano. < |
Anne Stuart | ||
| 5101e37 | She might have forgotten names and faces and people and events, but she hadn't forgotten emotions. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b742544 | some good," Randall said, opening the door for Holly. "We'll meet you in an hour. Call and order something from room service. You look" -- | Anne Stuart | ||
| d1f2317 | and then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes. | Anne Stuart |