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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8b94a5e | The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 2e8b1d7 | Children frighten me. I mean, I appreciate them on a cute aesthetic level, but they're very demanding and unreasonable creatures and often smell funny. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 482550c | I am stronger than words and bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 369a2fd | He pauses a moment to reflect on the F-word. 'Sometimes I think it's an idea that enslaves us. We're never free from hungering for the notion that we can even have freedom. When perhaps it's the very idea of it that causes us to suffer. | individuality suffering | Rachel Cohn | |
| 22bac3f | Sometimes you make plans. Sometimes plans make themselves. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 5255d68 | It's like nothing else exists in the world right now except him, me, touching, exploring, longing, needing, sharing, having. So much for my straight-edge vow, because I am drunk on our ing's. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 802ad94 | I start to lose consciousness, and only desperation and fear keep my heart pounding, hard. Darkness descends, as Awful rises. Ivan has no idea what's coming. Neither do I. Last time I did not fight hard enough. This time, I will. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 8155d6b | It was a red Moleskine--made of neither mole nor skin, but nonetheless the preferred journal of my associates who felt the need to journal in non-electronic form. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 460f0b2 | I am the ticking, I am the pulsing, I am underneath every part of this moment. | Rachel Cohn and David Levithan Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist | ||
| 42133f1 | I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 3fcdf06 | Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer, | Rachel Cohn | ||
| d4a7108 | I know there was no God waiting for her, because no God could have let her find Him this soon. | Rachel Cohn | ||
| 01ee283 | The government has incredible powers at its disposal, and when it abuses those powers, someone has to stand up. | Mark Hertsgaard | ||
| 0795283 | Where would tourism be without a little luxury and a taste of night life? There were several cities on Deanna, all moderate in size, but the largest was the capital, Atro City. For the connoisseur of fast-foods, Albrechts' famous hotdogs and coldcats were sold fresh from his stall (Albrecht's Takeaways) on Lupini Square. For the sake of his own mental health he had temporarily removed Hot Stuff Blend from the menu. The city was home to Atro.. | all and application atro badfeller beck blend bounty capital city coldcats collecting crockett davy deanna everything fast-foods features folklore for from goes had he hood life lifetime little local luxury make-up menü mill missing moderate of once planet-famous size sock square stall story taught the there to university was were where year | Christina Engela | |
| 4b96b6d | And for the information of young hunters, I will just say, in this place, that whenever a fellow gets bad lost, the way home is just the way he don't think it is. This rule will hit nine times out of ten. | Davy Crockett | ||
| 6ff9aa4 | Jesus, you know I was walking back to the huddle and I looked over and, god damn, I almost flipped when I saw you and Davis standing together on the sideline. I thought, man, the world really is changing when you see a thing like that--Hunter Thompson and Al Davis--Christ, you know that's the first time I ever saw anybody with Davis during practice; the bastard's always alone out there, just pacing back and forth like a goddamn beast. ... | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| a8afab6 | Johnstone railway station was small, neat and tidy, quite attractive. On the platforms, I noticed that the signs also had the name in Gaelic - 'Baile Iain', literally 'John's town'. It is a recent wheeze by the triumphant, all-conquering Scottish National Party to add the Gaelic name to every station in the whole of Scotland, despite the fact that most of these places never had a Gaelic name or people who ever spoke Gaelic. | Hunter Davies | ||
| 81deec3 | He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all but letters like in words. He shivered at the possibilities of such untold magic. | numbers roman-numeral time | Davis Grubb | |
| 93f3592 | The wide receiver had a real taste for crime, and he indulged it with an erratic kind of vigor that made him an albatross for Madden and a natural soulmate for my old friend, Al Davis, who remains the ultimate Raider. They were serious people, and John Madden was definitely one of them, for good or ill. Living with the Oakland Raiders in those days was not much different than living with the Hell's Angels. I | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 03a7f57 | Lady Beatrice grunted and turned to Emma. "Here is your escort, dear." She shook the elderly man's arm and shouted in his ear, "This is Miss Peterson, Mr. Maxwell. You'll be taking her in to dinner." "What? Thinner?" Mr. Maxwell was so bent over, his face was only inches above Emma's bosom. "Sacrilege! Don't take an ounce off 'em, my dear." Emma stepped back before a bit of drool hit her bodice." -- | Sally MacKenzie | ||
| 1ae1701 | Blessed Man" is a tribute to Updike's tenacious maternal grandmother, Katherine Hoyer, who died in 1955. Inspired by an heirloom, a silver thimble engraved with her initials, a keepsake Katherine gave to John and Mary as a wedding present (their best present, he told his mother), the story is an explicit attempt to bring her back to life ("O Lord, bless these poor paragraphs, that would do in their vile ignorance Your work of resurrection").. | Adam Begley | ||
| 95efade | They call them the bad old days, and in a way they were. But at least they taught us the value of money, and it was something yer had to work for. These days, the youngsters seem to get everything they want. And what gets me is, they believe they're entitled to it! | Joan Jonker | ||
| cdc7e84 | Shit," Rhage breathed. "I'm sorry. And shit, I shouldn't have said 'shit.' Fuck. I mean...damn it." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 75be05f | true love required so much more than the boy-meets-girl stuff--and mutual attraction was the easy part: | J.R. Ward | ||
| 70a36c2 | How they hell does it do that? | Peter F. Hamilton | ||
| 8e52607 | So you're really going to do this?" Tohrment asked him. Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire's eyes met his own. "Yeah. I am." Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. "You're crazy, D." "You should know." Tohrment tilted his glass in deference. "But you're raising the bar." -Tohrment & Darius" | J.R. Ward | ||
| d02c2bf | All the deeds done in a moment that had repercussions which lasted a lifetime. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 888523a | You can trust me, Novo. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. | J.R. Ward | ||
| d867f43 | Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 40e9f0e | Easy, son," Wrath said. "Jesus Christ--" "Actually it's Lassiter," the man said, "in case you forgot." | J.R. Ward | ||
| eb32848 | Wrath held her even closer, right to his beating chest. ". . . a son?" "Yes. A son." All of a sudden, he felt the biggest, widest, happiest grin hit his face, the g*dd*mn thing stretching his cheeks until they hurt, making his eyes water from the strain, pulling at his temples until they burned. And the joy wasn't just on his puss. A flush so great it burned him alive flooded through his body, cleansing him in places he didn't know were.. | beth happiness wrath | J.R. Ward | |
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| d9c0572 | She started to giggle. And she let the girly sound go because, fuck it, she had just made a male nearly twice her size tap the fuck out. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 272125e | denying his cock wasn't an option: When he'd backed off a couple months ago as a test pattern, within twelve hours he'd been ready to fuck a tree, he was so horny. Was there any such thing as anti-Viagra? Cialis Reversailis? Limpicillin? Rolling | J.R. Ward | ||
| 3279f56 | Hey, can I help you--whoa!" As he wheeled around and settled into his attack stance, the black human salesperson jumped back and put his palms up. "Forgive me," Xcor muttered. At least he hadn't outed one of his weapons. "No problem." The handsome, well-dressed man smiled. "You looking for something specific?" Xcor glanced around, and nearly walked back to that fancy stairwell. "I require a new shirt." "Oh, cool, you got a hot date?" .. | J.R. Ward | ||
| 0b4d3ea | Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker.... | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9f135da | here's your change and receipt. You want a bag for your old stuff?" "Yes, please. Thank you." A big white bag with a red star was passed over the console. "Thanks for coming in--my name's Antoine, by the way. If you want to come back for shoes." After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. "Your assistance has been much appreciated." Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on th.. | J.R. Ward | ||
| ce0240a | When he was finished, she started to get off the bed. She didn't get far. With a great lurch, he pitched over onto his side and put his head in her lap, throwing one muscular arm around behind her. He was seeking comfort. Beth didn't know what she could really do for him, but she put the glass aside and stroked his back, running her hand over his fearsome tattoo. She murmured things she wished someone had whispered to her when she felt ill... | J.R. Ward | ||
| 9c2d22f | You got hair like a girl," Mr. D said. "And you smell like bubble bath. At least I can get a trim." "I'm wearing Old Spice." "Next time try something stronger. Like horse manure." Mr." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6629b2b | It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another. | J.R. Ward | ||
| e5570a0 | Even if I'm defending the rights of women?" "Until you grow a set of ovaries, you can shut the hell up about our rights!" | J.R. Ward | ||
| 82089d0 | Shit of ten horses," his twin said in the Old Language. "The new aftershave of the lessers," Phury muttered, rubbing his eyes." | J.R. Ward | ||
| 6d7d259 | I think not all things have to be spoken to be understood. | J.R. Ward | ||
| b3c5082 | Are you holding her?" Wrath asked. There was a pause. "As soon as I get this bow tied in the back--hold on, girlie. Okay, up you go. She's in a pink dress that Cormia made her by hand. I hate pink. I like it on her, though--but keep that to yourself." Wrath flexed his hands. "What's it like?" "Not totally hating pink? Pretty fuck--ehrm, frickin' emasculating." "Yeah." "Do not tell me Lassiter's been metrosexualizing even you. I heard h.. | gossip nalla pink wrath zsadist | J.R. Ward |