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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cde33a3 | breaking tradition always comes with a noise like mountains falling. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 3cba019 | Cornbread?" He brightened immediately. I was as bad as Paulie, really, despite how long I'd been doing this. Someone wants to eat my food, they're automatically my friend. Someone who doesn't want to eat my food, they automatically aren't. This is an awkward attitude if you hang out a lot with a vampire." | Robin McKinley | ||
| 12c40e8 | Nothing?' said Corlath. 'I said there were two things. I have told you the first. You told us what you saw as you saw it. But this is the second thing: you spoke in the Old Tongue, what we call the Language of the Gods, that none knows any more but kings and sorcerers, and those they wish to teach it to. The language I just spoke to you, that you did not recognize- I was repeating the words you had said yourself, a moment before. | Robin McKinley | ||
| dacc777 | Would it help perhaps if I told you that, had your father returned to me alone, I would have sent him on his way unharmed?" "You would!" I said; it was half a shriek. "You mean that I came here for nothing?" A shadowy movement like the shaking of a great shaggy head. "No. Not what you would count as nothing. He would have returned to you, and you would have been glad, but you also would have been ashamed, because you had sent him, as you th.. | Robin McKinley | ||
| af6390b | Narknon put a paw on Harry's chest and began licking her face; a hunting-cat's tongue is much harsher than a housecat's. Harry thought her skin would crumble and peel off, but she didn't have the strength to push her away. | fantasy-fiction | Robin McKinley | |
| 4228ba2 | Muffin cups in my bakery were real sorcerer's apprentice material, like the dough for the cinnamon rolls every morning could have stood in for The Blob. | Robin McKinley | ||
| de80234 | Little John: I would come too. He might want knocking in a stream to cool his anger. Much: I will come too, to fish him out again, and to reassure him that not all of us have this queer craving for hurling folks in water. | much | Robin McKinley | |
| e3431f6 | Mr. Responsible Media was looking rebellious, but this was my country. I was the Cinnamon Roll Queen and most of those assembled were my devoted subjects. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 5f5b3bb | The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the nature of gossip abhors a vacuum of the unexplained. | mystery sunshine unexplained | Robin McKinley | |
| d6e9329 | Post-traumatic shock, phooey. Seemed to me the trauma was trotting right along with me, like a dog on a leash with its owner. I was the dog. I | Robin McKinley | ||
| e116446 | but she brooded not only about how to tackle her father, but also about what, precisely, she was setting out to do. Test the fire-repellent properties of her discovery. Toward killing dragons. Did she really want to kill dragons? Yes. Why? Pause. To be doing something. To be doing something better than anyone else was doing it. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 856701c | And everybody dreams about vampires; we grow up dreaming about them. They're the first and worst monster that lives under everybody's bed. | nightmares vampires | Robin McKinley | |
| 4495253 | It is not so easy as running and not running. | trauma | Robin McKinley | |
| 888a879 | I believe that the one thing that has come out of this -- extraordinary -- meeting this morning is an awareness that we have, perhaps, been careless about the critical relationship between human and pegasus, careless in our that no better bond than what we are accustomed to can exist. The king agrees with you that his daughter and Lrrianay's son suggest a different way. But the king's view, and indeed hope, for that way is diametrically o.. | outburst pegasus-and-human-relationship | Robin McKinley | |
| 8d5fdd8 | Sylvi wished she could gouge out the look in Dorogin's stony eyes, and change the course of history. She wished Fthoom had been eaten by a sea monster. | gouge wish | Robin McKinley | |
| 526103f | The Beast turned back to me. I could look at him fairly steadily this time. After a moment he said harshly: "I am very ugly, am I not?" "You are certainly, uh, very hairy," I said. "You are being polite," he said. "Well, yes," I conceded. "But then you called me beautiful, last night." He made a noise somewhere between a roar and a bark, and after an anxious minute, I decided it was probably a laugh. "You do not believe me then?" he inquire.. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 1db6b19 | When you're feeding the second coachload of tourists that day you aren't thinking about the birthday party for fifty next week. | coping food life life-lessons worry | Robin McKinley | |
| 2e15a8b | It is halfway true that if you are involved in a family coffeehouse you don't have a life. | family-business family-restaurant restaurant | Robin McKinley | |
| 7b6c344 | The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 26648e9 | She had courage enough, but little imagination; or she would not have forgotten joy, whatever the weight on her. | Robin McKinley | ||
| fc03ba0 | The rich smell of the rose was almost visible; I fancied it lent a rosy edge to the shadows cast by the firelight. | roses scents | Robin McKinley | |
| c04d235 | I wasn't grateful. You want to talk cranky, coitus interruptus takes me well beyond cranky. My engorged labia felt like they were pressing on my brain--what there was of my brain--and if I didn't get to fuck someone, something, now--a vampire would do--I was going to fucking explode. My cunt ached like a bruise. Beyond cranky, rather fortunately, doesn't transmute into embarrassment. It transmutes into fury. As my blood pressure began to re.. | cunt | Robin McKinley | |
| 597c651 | at four o'clock in the morning, when the world is full of magic, things may be safely said that may not be uttered at any other time, so long as the person who listens believes in the same kind of magic as the person who speaks. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 4c7712f | When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so. " Anne of Green Gables" | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 0e24c29 | There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves. So much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight and for which to be thankful. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 60c76c6 | There is nothing but meetings and partings in this world - Anne Shirley | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 0a609b3 | The Piper is coming nearer," he said, "he is nearer than he was that evening I saw him before. His long, shadowy cloak is blowing around him. He pipes--he pipes--and we must follow--Jem and Carl and Jerry and I--round and round the world. Listen-- listen--can't you hear his wild music?" | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d10d13c | Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4d8dabb | Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd look up into the sky--up--up--up--into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just FEEL a prayer. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 46c7621 | I said I thought I liked Dean's idea of a succession of lives - I can't make out from him whether he really believes that or not - and Ilse said that might be all very well if you were sure of being born again as a decent person, but how about it if you weren't? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 644ed5b | I like teaching, too," said Gilbert. "It's good training, for one thing. Why, Anne, I've learned more in the weeks I've been teaching the young ideas of White Sands than I learned in all the years I went to school myself." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| b6757bb | There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 96bec36 | Ilse lost her temper at once and went into a true Burnley tantrum. She was very fluent in her rages and the volley of abusive "dictionary words" which she hurled at Emily would have staggered most of the Blair Water Girls. But Emily was too much at home with words to be floored so easily; she grew angry too, but in a cool, dignified, Murray way which was more exasperating than violence." -- | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 9c39ede | There isn't any devil in a good dog. That's why they're more lovable than cats, I reckon. But I'm darned if they're as interesting. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 8e165ae | There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves--so | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 5e5589f | inert and seemingly lifeless. | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 6a79107 | As the long limousine purred to life Edwina felt as if she were Elizabeth, setting sail to battle the Spanish Armada. She was Elizabeth, damn it! What she had built no one was going to take away from her. Not her house, not her hotels, not her fine stable of horses -- and most especially not the young thoroughbred she had left sleeping by the side of her Olympic-size outdoor pool. Some pleasures, she decided, were simply too enticing to giv.. | power | Barbara Taylor Bradford | |
| 8be34b3 | There are some people who hate for no reason at all. They just simply hate. They do not realize that their unjustified hatred inevitably turns inward to destroy them. Yes, it is self-destructive in the long run. | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| cdf2d84 | A une epoque de sa vie, il y avait de cela de nombreuses annees, elle avait perdu sa foi en Dieu. Elle l'avait maudit, hai, accuse d'etre responsable de tous les maux de la terre. Mais le mal n'etait pas une creation de Dieu. L'homme avait invente le mal. Finalement, elle avait reussi a pardonner a Dieu. | grandmother istanbul london love past secret secret-affair suspense turkey united-kingdom | Barbara Taylor Bradford | |
| fde365a | The whole enchilada, kid. | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 53562e1 | Edwina knew things with Greg had just about run their course. She'd bedded him, and bought him clothes, and now it was time for the polite push out the door. Of course she wished her latest conquest all the best. If he was lucky, Greg would just fall right into some other powerful woman's bed. If not . . . well, if not he'd just have to do the old-fashioned thing and look for work. Though darling Greggy-poo didn't really seem the type. Edwi.. | older-women | Barbara Taylor Bradford | |
| a8ef0b8 | make money. To keep myself | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 1a5a33e | You've got to admit it takes real genius to start out with nothing and build what she has so brilliantly built. Only | Barbara Taylor Bradford | ||
| 880c70a | Emma. | Barbara Taylor Bradford |