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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b3fbdc1 | It's often said that writers sometimes need to go around the block a few times to get where they're going. | Christopher Bram | ||
| 68c5046 | A written man is more porous and accessible than a live one. | writers | Christopher Bram | |
| e7f1bcb | The closest he comes to explaining why he found it gay is to say that like "Virginia Woolf", it showed a woman defeating a man. Presumably a straight man could never imagine such a thing." | Christopher Bram | ||
| a15b9cb | Stories have the ability to take us inside all kinds of life. | writers | Christopher Bram | |
| 81b223f | A disproportionate number of stories are love stories - and what is homosexuality but a special narrative of love? | love-stories writers | Christopher Bram | |
| 8418eef | A writer's unconscious is difficult to read, but the imagination is rooted in the unconscious. | Christopher Bram | ||
| e646337 | The orgy room at Dave's Baths was democracy made flesh; race and social standing were checked at the door along with clothes. | Christopher Bram | ||
| f9031f4 | Ginsberg was the favourite bohemian poet of straight college boys who wanted to transgress, and of gay college boys who were not yet ready to come out. | ginsberg writers | Christopher Bram | |
| 41c5825 | You've been busy, he said. Want something done, ask a busy person. | Tim Winton | ||
| d061017 | I spend most of my days up to my elbows in someone's chest cavity. Really, I know zip about music." He didn't bother hiding his surprise. "Wow. That must be...messy." "That didn't sound too great, did it? Let me reassure you--I'm a doctor, not a serial killer." | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| d844045 | That was the only explanation for how good his butt looked and why he was universally known as the Man With the Golden Ass among the women in the building. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| b651eba | This may shock you, but my love doesn't come with conditions or requirements. It absolutely doesn't require physical exam, that is for sure. It just is, Will. And it's unstoppable, because, believe me, I've tried to stop it. So I guess what I'm trying to say in my usual inarticulate, rambly, too-wordy way, is that I'm not going anywhere. No matter what. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 48a0b65 | He finished up then shed his clothes and climbed into bed. Turning onto his side, he closed his eyes. As always as he drifted toward sleep, there was a small, forgetful moment where he slid his hand over to touch Billie's back, instinctively seeking reassurance as he hovered on the brink. As always, he found nothing but cold sheets. A few minutes after that, he fell asleep. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 3744b46 | Her legs started to tremble and together they went down to the rug. Angie lay spread before him like an impossible offering and every thought, every memory, every consideration dissolved and there was only the need to be inside her, to lose himself in the slick warmth of her, to feel alive and to feel pleasure. He stretched on top of her and her legs spread to accept him. He gripped himself and found her entrance. He slid inside her, into t.. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 58d8da3 | She watched as Michael stripped and walked toward the bed, his erection standing proud. The bed dipped as he got in the other side. She rolled toward him, and he pulled her into his arms. His skin was cool against hers, making her nipples bead. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against him, offering him her heat. Offering him everything. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 50b1374 | But she did believe that the fundamentals of most people remained the same throughout their lifetimes. People who were generous usually remained generous, unless life taught them not to be. And people who saw the world through the prism of their own needs first and foremost would always be that way. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 876e56f | She should have looked ridiculous, standing there wet and bedraggled in her silly underwear, but she looked magnificent. Like some kind of mythical goddess rising from the mists of time. Statuesque, utterly feminine. Breathtaking. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 36a0993 | He was strong and warm and male and his mouth moved gently against hers, his kiss provocative and soothing at the same time. Her hands found his shoulders, her fingers gripping muscle and bone. She felt the brush of his tongue against her lips, then he was inside her, hot and wet and demanding, and a part of herself she'd pushed down deep inside came roaring to life. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 1219fcc | Then Jack turned to her. Safari? That was the best excuse you could come up with for me not being at a meeting?" She winced apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm a terrible liar." What was wrong with simple sickness? A nice, normal bout of food poisoning?" He was in a bad mood. I kind of got carried away," she admitted. Boy, are you lucky I watched Tarzan so much as a kid." | humor | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 2ca0b6b | and the Buck women found themselves in the novel position of having two healthy, strong men at their bidding. | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 76ded12 | Lucus?" She found him on the bed in the master suite, lying with his arms crossed behind his head, glaring at the ceiling as though it had done him wrong in some way." | romance | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 3f72f79 | Rude Scrabble) You played this game with your parents?" he asked skeptically. Yep. And Mom always won, the dirty bitch. I guess being older she'd been around more than me and Carrie," Sophie said, extracting replacement tiles from the box. "Although I don't know what Dad's excuse was. lack of imagination, I guess. Your turn." | romance scrabble | Sarah Mayberry | |
| 2cc6d24 | He'd worn himself ragged with second-guessing until his head felt like a tinful of bees. | Tim Winton | ||
| e9a3461 | Wasted and wounded It ain't what the moon did I got what I paid for now See you tomorrow Hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you To go Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda You'll go waltzing Matilda with me . . . | Tim Winton | ||
| cc0225c | Keely's pulse quickened. A stab of apprehension. He was the same at any live performance, suddenly anxious for the players. So stupid; these people were professional muscicians. But the way his throat narrowed they could have all been kds at a school recital. His kids. | Tim Winton | ||
| 43ef9d8 | And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light. | imagination innocence perspective sunlight | Tim Winton | |
| 232f3a7 | She was still glad she looked like Scully. He wasn't pretty either, but pretty people weren't the kind you need. Pretty people saw themselves in the mirror and were either too happy or too sad. People like Billie just shrugged and didn't care. She didn't want to turn into anyone pretty. Anyway, she had scars now, you only had to look. | attitude children perspective pretty vainity | Tim Winton | |
| 8fa5111 | There's things that have no finish, Scully, no ending to speak of. There's no justice to it, but that's the God's truth. The only end some things have is the end you give em. | foreshadowing heartbreak | Tim Winton | |
| 65928b2 | Here, said the nuggety bald fixture. You look dry as a camel's cookie. | Tim Winton | ||
| 8f61a44 | Rare as rocking-horse turds, these days, feeling halfway to decent, with barely a sick twinge, and he was damned if he'd waste | Tim Winton | ||
| 9bdbad6 | Old Scully, who according to Jennifer, hadn't the imagination to think the worst. Something she said once, as though neurosis was an artform. | mindset neurosis thoughts | Tim Winton | |
| 00eaf66 | She wants to be something creative,' he murmured. 'It's not something to want. It's something you have. It's a curse. One she doesn't have. | Tim Winton | ||
| b9de811 | In Europe, the dimensions of physical space seemed compressed. The looming vertical presence of mountains cut me off from the horizon. I'd not lived with that kind of spatial curtailment before. Even a city of skyscrapers is more porous than a snowcapped range. Alps form a solid barrier, an obstacle every bit as conceptual as visual and physical. Alpine bluffs and crags just don't rear up, they lean outwards, projecting their mass, and thei.. | australian-literature geography-and-culture home | Tim Winton | |
| 410d7c4 | Glamour-hounds and donor-hogs they may be but he loved them. | Tim Winton | ||
| b6df178 | Few landscapes have been so deeply known. And fewer still have been so lightly inhabited. | australian-literature | Tim Winton | |
| 6b7ddfd | I invested them with a bogus nobility. To a suburban kid they seemed so special, enduring, wild and stiff-necked, in amongst the ancient rocks and gnarled trees, and while it was true enough they carried their secret places in their bodies and in their language, many simply wore their ordinary, dreary undigested pasts like rain-sodden greatcoats and lived like cripples. | Tim Winton | ||
| 86176b9 | Life was something you didn't argue with, because when it came down to it, whether you barracked for God or nothing at all, life was all there was. | Tim Winton | ||
| fc87651 | Every vegetable, every bit of protein on the list had a provenance more complex than a minor Rembrandt. | Tim Winton | ||
| 0cf446b | They probably don't understand this, but it's important for me to show them that their father is a man who dances - who saves lives and carries the wounded, yes, but who also does something completely pointless and beautiful, and in this at least he should need no explanation. | Tim Winton | ||
| 85b3a6d | out there houses are rare as rocking horse turds. | Tim Winton | ||
| 66218a6 | To live you gotta be hard, I know that. But nobody wants to be a deadset cunt. That's just not fucking decent. | misogeny sexism | Tim Winton | |
| 8aa201d | Everything imaginable had been done or tried out there. It wasn't the feeling you had looking out on his own land. In Australia, you looked out and saw the possible, the spaces, the maybes... | australian-literature possibilities possibility | Tim Winton | |
| b5c073c | architecture was what you had instead of landscape, a signal of loss, of imitation. Europe had it in spades... | australian-literature cities europe landscape loss | Tim Winton | |
| 660a19c | She was like a sheet anchor sometimes, a steadying influence on him, on everyone around her. Made people laugh, that sensible streak in her, but it also made her someone of substance. | good-influence person-of-character person-of-substance personality-types sensible sensible-person | Tim Winton |