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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6f41d69 | Also, he had the kind of mustache a college roommate of hers used to say looked like it had crawled up to find a warm spot to die. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 4636d52 | When they slept together, she almost cried. He was a kisser, and he kissed and kissed. It seemed the kindest thing that had ever happened to her. He kissed and whispered and brought her a large glass of water when she asked for one. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 08cb618 | He began to prefer talking on the phone to actually getting together with someone, preferred the bodilessness of it, and started to turn down social engagements. He didn't want to actually sit across from someone in a restaurant, look at their face, and eat food. He wanted to turn away, not deal with the face, have the waitress bring them two tin cans and some string so they could just converse, in a faceless dialogue. | conversations dialogue introvert like-life lorrie-moore restaurant tin-can waitress | Lorrie Moore | |
| 2d1ed3d | Tell me something wonderful," he said to Dane. "Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep." "You're always writing one of your plays on the phone," said Dane. "I said, something wonderful. Say something about springtime." "It is sloppy and wet. It is a beast from the sea." "Ah," said Harry." | dreams like-life lorrie-moore love loved plays reality sloppy springtime wet writing | Lorrie Moore | |
| 4debef6 | And all love that had overtaken her would have to be a memory, a truck on the interstate roaring up from the left, a thing she must let pass. | memories | Lorrie Moore | |
| c00f055 | Guns, she was reminded then, were not for girls. They were for boys. They were invented by boys. They were invented by boys who had never gotten over their disappointment that accompanying their own orgasm there wasn't a big boom sound. | boys disappointment guns hunting like-life lorrie-moore orgasm | Lorrie Moore | |
| a746587 | Jane gave Heffie an anxious look. It said "Please forgive me." It also said "What is your problem?" and "Have a nice day" Pleasantness was the machismo of the Midwest. There was something athletic about it. You flexed your face into a smile and let it hover there like the dare of a cat" | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 15ceb7a | The piece was like an elegant interrogation made of tangled yarn, a query from a well-dressed man in a casket, not yet dead. It proceeded slowly, like a careful equation, and then not: if x = y, if major = minor, if death equals part of life and life part of death, then what is the sum of the infinite notes of this one phrase? It asked, answered, reasked, its moody asking a refinement of reluctance or dislike. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| c948888 | Things, I know, stiffen and shift in memory, become what they never were before. As when an army takes over a country. Or a summer yard goes scarlet with fall and its venous leaves. One summons the years of the past largely by witchcraft-a whore's arts, collage and brew, eye of newt, heart of horse. Still, the house of my childhood is etched in my memory like the shape of the mind itself: a house-shaped mind-why not? It was this particular .. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| ea07e09 | All of life seems to me a strange dream about losing things you never had to begin with. About trying to find your glasses when you can't see because you don't have your glasses on. | life | Lorrie Moore | |
| 290eb15 | Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 6fe0516 | She recognized the panic at even a moment's boredom that all these piles contained, as well as the unreasonable hopefulness regarding time. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| ce20308 | I'll go see her tonight,' I said. I felt I was a person of my word, and by saying something I could make it so. It was less like integrity perhaps and more like magic. | integrity lorrie-moore | Lorrie Moore | |
| da673fc | Kucuk bir sinek vizlayip kulagimin yanindan gecti, sonra kayboldu. Daha once hic Noel'de sinek gormemistim; Sanat 102 dersinde hissetmemiz ogretildigi gibi, iki tanidik seyin beklenmedik sekilde yan yana gelmesinin gercekustulugunu hissederek ona vurdum. Gelecek bu olacakti. | iklim olağan sanat | Lorrie Moore | |
| 9dfdc46 | Pek cok eski Fransiz tuccari dogayla, ozellikle de suyla oyle dusmanca iliskiler icindeymis ki isim verdikleri her sey kasvetlerini tasiyordu: butun hos tatil yerlerinin adlari Fransizcadan Olumun Kapisi, Dalgalarin Mezari ya da Seytanin Golu olarak cevrilmisti. | fransızlar su yer-isimleri | Lorrie Moore | |
| 65d621f | This lunge at moral fastidiousness was something she'd noticed a lot in the people around here. They were not good people. They were not kind. They played around and lied to their spouses. But they recycled their newspapers! | Lorrie Moore | ||
| b0b95e7 | Irrigation sprinklers like the skeletons of brontosauruses. -Tassie Keltjin | Lorrie Moore | ||
| b942061 | This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greasepaint and a relentless need for applause. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 2570fd7 | Una vida asi requeria una autoestima exagerada. Suponia tener cantidades excesivas de esperanza y desesperacion, y ponerlas al tuntun, como paises tercermundistas del continente de las emociones. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 2e00f09 | I feel his lack of love for me. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| d5a05e4 | Bummer,' said Ira, his new word for "I must remain as neutral as possible" and "Your mother's a whore." | Lorrie Moore | ||
| c510e74 | Let's make our own way,' says the Mother, 'and not in this boat. | independence | Lorrie Moore | |
| dc8c490 | It's two against one out here; we just keep taking turns. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 684f84f | I was Baptist and had always prayed, in a damp squint, for things not to happen. Sils was a Catholic, and so she prayed for things to happen, for things to come true. She prayed for love here and now. I prayed for no guns. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 025c4ef | it seemed one could just say are you serious? for the rest of existence and it would never be unjustified and would always have to be answered and so would keep the conversation going | lorrie moore | ||
| d406025 | Denial, when one was accused, was a life force, and would trump any desire to confess. Perhaps this was the animal strength of the psychopathic brain. Or the psychopathy of the animal brain. An admission of guilt would knock the strength right out of you--making it easier for them to twist your arms behind you and put the handcuffs on. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| c816c61 | From Charades: when she was younger she was a frustrated mother, so she is pleased when her children act as is they don't remember | Lorrie Moore | ||
| f802529 | As a feminist you mustn't blame the other woman," a neighbor told her. "As a feminist I request that you no longer speak to me," Kit replied.)" -- | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 4629c33 | I remember thinking that once there had been a time when women died of brain fevers caught from the prick of their hat pins, and that still, after all this time, it was hard being a girl, lugging around these bodies that were never right - wounds that needed fixing, heads that needed hats, corrections, corrections. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 1222bb1 | he had had some eye work done: a lift to remove the puff and bloat; he would rather look startled and insane than look fifty-six. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 2f973bd | Nothing sounds better than being away from this mess. Nothing sounds better right now than getting higher than the hole I'm in. | Walter Dean Myers | ||
| d89b490 | They'd call us girls because of the long hair. "How you doing, girls? Dance with me?" Hair... the little things that you wouldn't think about that changed whole cultures. The way they reacted to our looks in certain parts of London then was not much different from the way they reacted to us in the South. "Hello, darling," and all that shit." | Keith Richards | ||
| c7a4fb7 | This country makes a man younger than his birthdays. | memoirs richard-proenneke | Sam Keith | |
| 99a510a | But I've always felt very comfortable on stage, even if I screw up. It always felt like a dog, this is my turf, piss around it. While I'm here, nothing else can happen. All I can do is screw up. Otherwise, have a good time. | Keith Richards | ||
| 7c89b81 | Depending on how you looked at it, Darren was our Mick Jagger (designated swaggering extrovert) to Simon's Keith Richards (quietly virtuosic, blatantly self-destructive). Or else Darren had been Paul McCartney (chirpily commercial) and Simon had been John Lennon (moody, introspective, possessed of quasi-mystical insights). | darren-ackerman extrovert john-lennon keith-richards mick-jagger moody-introspective paul-mccartney quasi-mystical-insights self-destructive simon-bertucci virtuosic | Austin Grossman | |
| 76a96c0 | that coolness is a social category, not a natural attribute (with the possible exception of Keith Richards) | Carl Wilson | ||
| a71a9b0 | Y, aun con todo, la gente quiere llegar al otro, al corazon del otro, por eso existe la musica: si no eres capaz de decirlo, cantalo. | music | Keith Richards | |
| 669d83a | We've got the sound and we know we can find it one way or another if we've got the song - we'll chase the damn thing all around the room, up to the ceiling. We know we've got it and we'll lock on to it and find it. | Keith Richards | ||
| aa48358 | It was decreed that we should leave French territory until I was "allowed back," but I had to keep renting Nellcote as some kind of bond, at $2,400 a week." | french-justice | Keith Richards | |
| 3a8f535 | As the cards fluttered to earth, as everyone's hand was revealed as worthless, as every point won was shown to be a pointless charade, she would tell them how wonderful this other man was, and how if she didn't see him for another thirty years she would still love him, how she would still love him if he was dead until she was dead too. But instead she watched as Harry Robertson played the right bower, and he and Keith, who always played as .. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| 130e5be | The silence was suddenly too much. He hit the CD button on the car's radio. Brian Jones's sitar riff opened for Charlie Watts tribal-like drumbeat thundering from the speakers. Keith Richards' jangly guitar joined in, followed by Mick singing about seeing a red door that he wanted to paint black. | Glenn Rolfe | ||
| 0b02585 | Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. It is a strange movie with no plot and no beginning. The movie is in black and white, and grainy. | Walter Dean Myers | ||
| e28bc8d | wqty khh byrwn z zndn hsty tSwr mrdn zndny h r hm nmy khny. fqT fkhr my khny an h Hbs shn r my khshnd w b`d hm azd my shwnd. wly khyly h an tw tlf my shwnd. b`Dy wqt h bh dst khwdshn w b`Dy wqt h hm bh dst zndny hy dygr. b`Dy h hm khh mthl mn mryD w z zndgy shn syr my shwnd. my fhmy chh my gwym? | Walter Dean Myers | ||
| eb55f63 | The skillful are not obvious They appear to be simple-minded Those who know this know the patterns of the Absolute To know the patterns is the Subtle Power The Subtle Power moves all things and has no name. | David R. Hawkins |