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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a34b7db | Ordering pizza--for your division--and more for the E and B team. And don't give me any bloody grief about it. I'm a bit on edge here as I couldn't get through the bloody, buggering door for more than five minutes--and that was after Feeney started on it before me. And my wife about to be blown to bits on the other side." She knew the fear, the soul-emptying terror of it. She'd felt it for him a time or two. All she could do now was try to .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| a3218fd | No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust." "Yet very sweet." Eve rolled her eyes toward him. "I think you have to have a penis to get that impression." | humor | J.D. Robb | |
| 93fddf7 | Divorced him--hired a fucking shark lawyer--excuse the language." "No problem. Cops hear words like lawyer all the time." Fanny" | J.D. Robb | ||
| 5a9a836 | She smiled at him, very sweetly. "What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?" "You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back." "You're not going to hell." "Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?" "You married a cop. You married me. I'm your goddamn salvation." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6718b4a | Hey, sweetheart. All alone in this palace?" She arched a brow when she felt the hand on her bottom and turned her head slowly to stare at McNab. He went red, then white, then red again. "Christ! Lieutenant. Sir." "Your hand's on my ass, McNab. I don't think you want it to be there." He snatched it away as if scorched. "God. Man. Shit. Beg your pardon. I didn't recognize you. I mean..." He jammed the hand he sincerely hoped she'd allow.. | husband possessive-hero wife | J.D. Robb | |
| 0371616 | It's a mistake to be too much one of your own as they'll never see you as fully in charge. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 45d09a0 | Lisa had insisted that Patton Oswalt was right: Batman was the only DC superhero who was allowed to brood. No one else in that 'verse could do it. Superman was many things but he did not brood. Jeff agreed with her on that score. Christopher Reeve was the only Superman worth caring about. Not that it mattered now. Thank you, Lord, he thought. Thank you for making sure that Zack Snyder will never make another superhero film. You did good. Th.. | Daniel Arthur Smith | ||
| 7e82b26 | Gail Mitchell was a microcosm of the human race, of the thousands of people who would look at us and see their children, friends, and lovers turned into monsters and turned against them. | Mira Grant | ||
| 1b093a2 | Raymond hadn't phoned anyone or asked an outside agency to intervene. He'd elected to look after me himself. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 0a559b3 | There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I'd lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 960eb8a | Based on past experience, I'd be more likely to end up living in Dante Lane or Poe Crescent. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 5a1494d | purchased my laptop. It was 5:20 p.m., and the store would close in less than an hour. Womenswear was on the first floor (when did Ladieswear become Womenswear? I wondered) and I took the escalator, being unable to find the stairs. The shop floor was vast, and I decided to request assistance. The first woman I saw was matronly, and did not seem well placed to dispense fashion advice. The second was in her late teens or early twenties, and t.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 08a0711 | Sometimes you're too quick to judge people. There are all kinds of reasons why they might not look like the kind of person you'd want to sit next to on a bus, but you can't sum someone up in a ten-second glance. That's simply not enough time. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 39b2ac7 | What, after all, is the point of eating out if you have to clear up yourself? You might as well have stayed at home. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 49f0484 | When you're struggling hard to manage your own emotions, it becomes unbearable to have to witness other people's, to have to try and manage theirs too. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 9b51c08 | The barman was well over six feet tall and had created strange, enormous holes in his earlobes by inserting little black plastic circles in order to push back the skin. For some reason, I was reminded of my shower curtain. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 171cef9 | I had intended to buy Alphabetti Spaghetti, but, on impulse, chose hoops instead. It's good to keep an open mind, | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 5a7e999 | I'm familiar with the concept of bacchanalia and Dionysian revels, of course, but it strikes me as utterly bizarre that women should want to spend an evening together drinking and purchasing such items, and, indeed, that this should pass as 'entertainment'. Sexual union between lovers should be a sacred, private thing. It should not be a topic for discussion with strangers over a display of edible underwear. When the musician and I spent ou.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 015e4d1 | It often feels as if I'm not here, that I'm a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I'd lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 4b7073b | There is no such thing as hell, of course, but if there was, then the sound track to the screaming, the pitchfork action and the infernal wailing of damned souls would be a looped medley of "show tunes" drawn from the annals of musical theater." | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 9f31d10 | libraries are life-enhancing palaces of wonder | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 83a95fa | felt a warmth inside, a cosy, glowy feeling like hot tea on a cold morning. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| a5e985c | I had no idea what it was, but I realized that I'd happily sit here in the warmth with him and watch a golf programme if that was all there was. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| f28108a | Human mating rituals are un-believably tedious to observe. At least in the animal kingdom you are occasionally treated to a flash of bright feathers or a display of spectacular violence. Hair flicking and play fights don't quite cut the | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 490b731 | I'm not lonely, Mummy," I said, protesting. "I'm fine on my own. I've always been fine on my own." | Gail Honeyman | ||
| a885ced | These magazines could tell me which clothes and shoes to wear, how to have my hair styled in order to fit in. They could show me the right kind of makeup to buy and how to apply it. This way, I would disappear into everywoman acceptability. I would not be stared at. The goal, ultimately, was successful camouflage as a human woman. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 04ff75a | I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a moon and a sun sitting high in a sky that was sugar almond pink and shot with gold. The birds were singing valiantly against the coming night, swooping over the greens in long, drunken loops. The air was grassy, with a hint of flowers and earth, and the warm, sweet outbreath of the day sighed gently into our hair and over our skin. I f.. | dusk nature outside serenity walking | Gail Honeyman | |
| 32d6b1a | It fell open at a pivotal scene, the one where Jane meets Mr. Rochester for the first time, startling his horse in the woods and causing him to fall. Pilot is there too, the handsome, soulful-eyed hound. If the book has one failing, it's that there is insufficient mention of Pilot. You can't have too much dog in a book. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 0ec70ee | I suppose, although they should get drunk at home, like I do, so that they don't cause anyone else any trouble. But then, not everyone is as sensible and considerate as me. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 33afe69 | I realized what I felt . . . happy. It was such a strange, unusual feeling--light, calm, as though I'd swallowed sunshine. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| aa90f29 | I had convinced myself that he was the one, that he would help to make me normal, fix the things that were wrong with my life. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 8dee5b1 | I contend that good children's stories are always about the Getting of Wisdom. That's another way of saying, "Let your characters grow. Up." And good stories for adults are about the Holding of Wisdom. Another way of saying, "Recognize you are grown up." -- | writing | Jane Yolen | |
| 9e60696 | You may adore Love You Forever, but I hear it as a story about an overbearing and smothering mother who infantilizes her son and can only tell him she loves him when he is fast asleep. I also contend that she drugs his cocoa. And that when the man's baby daughter wakes up sixteen years later and finds him fondling her in her room, she will be calling 911 and going into therapy. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 908d03f | He was always being sent away from place to place for lying. The problem was, he never lied. He simply saw truth differently from other folk. On the slant. | merlin-s-booke | Jane Yolen | |
| bc2dfd3 | And I say that to tell a prince to his face that you have dreamed of his doom invites the dreamer's doom as well. And, as you yourself reminded me, it may not be all of the truth. The greatest wisdom of any dreamer is to survive in order to dream again. Besides, how do you really know if what you dream is true or if, in telling of it, you make it come true? | merlin-s-booke | Jane Yolen | |
| fd7b925 | Now you must close your eyes. Yes, that is it. Selinda, you, too. Good. Good. Bring in the dark that I may teach you to breathe. For it is breath that is behind words. And words that are the shapers of knowledge. And knowledge that is the base of understanding. And understanding, the link between sister and sister." And" | Jane Yolen | ||
| 47d2729 | Because though women lie when they have to and men lie all the time, the mirror always tells the truth. | lies | Jane Yolen | |
| 77c787e | Stories retold are stories remade. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 40aa0c2 | We write not just to show off, not just to tell, or only to have written. We write to know ourselves. | self-discovery writers writers-on-writing writing | Jane Yolen | |
| ecb0240 | from Taking Your Clothes to the Salvation Army: Okay, so strangers will be grateful for this, will wear the socks to keep their feet warm, blow their noses in your handkerchiefs, pull up the shorts, tuck in the size large shirts (too small for our boys, too big for our daughter), and bits of you will be out there, engaging in a life you no longer have. | Jane Yolen | ||
| eb13779 | You think you know this story. You do not. | stereotypes stories | Jane Yolen | |
| ecf1a8e | If we do not laugh, we will cry. Crying will only make us hotter and sweatier. We Jews like to joke about death because what you laugh at and make familiar can no longer frighten you. Besides, Chayaleh, what else is there to do? | holocaust time-travel wwii | Jane Yolen | |
| cbeb274 | He knew he was not a brave man, but he had a great sense of drama. In some circumstances it could seem the same. Forcing | Jane Yolen | ||
| 02d1e58 | A man whose axe was missing suspected his neighbor's son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief. But the man found his axe while he was digging in the valley, and the next time he saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked, and spoke like any other child. | Jane Yolen |