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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3606a82 | Okay, I don't know if any of you have ever lost consciousness before, so let me just say here real quickly: Don't do it. Really. If you can avoid situations in which you might lose consciousness, please do so. Whatever you do, do not pass out. Trust me. It is not fun. It is not fun at all. Unless, of course, you're guaranteed to wake up having mouth-to-mouth performed on you by a totally hot California lifeguard. Then I say go for it. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 8aa5a7c | Lilly asked me if i had to choose between Harrison Ford or George Clooney who would it be, and I said Harrison Ford even though he's so old, but the Harrison Ford from Indiana Jones, not Star Wars, and then Lilly said she'd choose Harrison Ford as Jack Ryan in those Tom Clancy movies, and then Michael goes, Who would you choose, Harrison Ford or Leonardo di Caprio? and we both chose Harrison Ford because Leonardo is so passe, | Meg Cabot | ||
| fc75aa9 | I really wished he would go away. Plus a bunch of his computer nerd friends were standing there, staring at me like I was some new kind of pixel or something. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 3d90222 | What kind of name is Paolo, anyway? I mean, this is America, for Pete's sake! YOUR NAME IS PAUL!!! | Meg Cabot | ||
| 1310f26 | Okay, big guy," I said, after taking in the view for a minute or two and listening to the soothing pulse of the waves. "Go put on your swim trunks. We're hitting the pool. It's too nice out to stay inside." Jack, as usual, looked as if I'd pinched him rather than suggested a fun day at the pool. "But ?" he cried. "You know I can't swim." "Which is exactly," I said, "why we're going. You're eight years old today. An eight-year-old who can't.. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 5bdc1b6 | We can go in like we were invited. Too bad we didn't bring that bottle of sparkling wine. It would have been a nice hostess gift, to throw them off." Jesse pulled into a space as close as he could get to the house, though we were still going to be soaked as we made our way in. "That's one of the many things I love about you, Susannah," he said. "You're always so polite to the parents of the kids you've unintentionally set up to be murdered... | Meg Cabot | ||
| d4b0a2a | I wasn't about to admit to him that I'd never had a boyfriend. You just don't go around saying things like that to totally hot guys, even if they're dead. | humor dead | Meg Cabot | |
| cdc877d | Thrust into this dingy classroom we die like lampless moths locked into the desolation of fluorescent lights and metal desks. Ten minutes until the bell rings. What use is the quadratic formula in our daily lives? Can we use it to unlock the secrets in the hearts of those we love? Five minutes until the bell rings. Cruel Algebra teacher, won't you let us go? | Meg Cabot | ||
| c6bc4c4 | Whatever it is, I cannot seem to pull off something as simple as dinner between the two of us. As you know, my first attempt ended with us eating pizza standing up (and her paying for her own slice). My second attempt was even worse: We spent most of the evening in an animal hospital. And then I very suavely added insult to injury by sexually harassing her on Max Friedlander's aunt's couch. She fled, in romance-novel vernacular, like a star.. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 8e1dca9 | LJS: rrr! K? lol! JIM: :( ! :) | Lane Smith | ||
| 7421f5e | The memories that went with the house--the sense of unfairness and failure, the patched hole in the kitchen wall--were too raw. Frank felt as though he had been tricked out of his entire life and the best part of that life had been lived at 51 Smith Lane, | Stephen King | ||
| c0e5b34 | Music was strange that way though; there were people into any damned thing, it seemed like, and if you got enough of them together in one bar, she guessed, you could have a pretty good time. | William Gibson | ||
| ece7473 | And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some Tokyo pop song to herself in the next room, dressing, in a gray morning of Paris rain. | coffee marly-krushkova | William Gibson | |
| 97854fb | the windows of army surplus stores constituted hymns to male powerlessness. | masculinity | William Gibson | |
| ab47fac | His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. | William Gibson | ||
| 9a017f3 | The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. "It's not like I'm using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It's like my body's developed this massive drug defi- | William Gibson - Neuromancer | ||
| 900edce | There was also the matter of four dead Americans at the U.S. compound in Benghazi, Libya: Ambassador Chris Stevens, the first U.S. ambassador killed on duty since the Carter years; foreign service officer Sean Smith; and retired Navy SEALs Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty. The September 11, 2012, attack on the Benghazi compound was coordinated and carried out by radical Islamic terrorists. Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta testified to the Sen.. | Ted Cruz | ||
| 67d5522 | you can't talk about death without celebrating life. How amid the devastation, many still manage to stay erect in a world that's slumping around them. How despite the bloodshed, some manage, heroically, not only to push on but also to push back. How in death there is love. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| 085ba64 | There are so many . . . who carry the violence, who keep moving forward enshrouded in its aftermath. Yet there doesn't seem to be any sense of urgency, especially among the rest of us. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| 61a2348 | The shooting doesn't end. Nor does the grinding poverty. Or the deeply rooted segregation. Or the easy availability of guns. Or the shuttered schools and boarded-up homes. Or the tensions between police and residents. And yet each shooting is unlike the last, every exposed and bruised life exposed and bruised in its own way. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| c554407 | I just needed to hear someone else say it. I do deserve better. | Jill Mansell | ||
| d94cbff | Once a Pot Noodler, always a Pot Noodler. | pot-noodles | Jill Mansell | |
| b043bb1 | What if everything she most dreaded was happening now? | Jill Mansell | ||
| 173a148 | Now she knew, and she couldn't un-know. Life would never be the same again. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 7c943b0 | Abbie wondered why she was even bothering to stay alive, when she was evidently so gullible and pathetic and pointless. The only thing that stopped her taking an overdose was, she couldn't be bothered. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 6c3031c | Ah, the old don't-need-a-man thing. I love that line. I mean it sounds great, and girls love to say that stuff because it makes them sound all strong and independent. But it's not actually true, is it? Deep down they're panicking, getting more and more desperate, and the next thing you know, they're hurling themselves into a new relationship. | Jill Mansell | ||
| f73973f | Having to pretend nothing was wrong, when everything was wrong, was excruciating. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 122c1cb | She'd got so used to not wanting to go out and be sociable that saying no had become her natural default setting. The moment anyone invited her anywhere, her brain began scrambling for plausible excuses as to why she couldn't make it. | Jill Mansell | ||
| d8a7a16 | And just because she was crossing her fingers didn't mean her wish would come true. | Jill Mansell | ||
| bb1e306 | Just because it's normal doesn't make it any easier. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 2cc2cad | Was this rock bottom? Had he finally hit it? | Jill Mansell | ||
| 74ed8df | It might not be much. OK, it wasn't much. But it was a start. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 9bc7af5 | She was tired, her back was aching, and her life was. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 0955253 | He remembered hearing Karl tell James once that it was hard for people to ever know what they really looked like. Reflections in mirrors weren't accurate, Karl said, because when you stared at yourself in a mirror, you subconsciously composed your face in a way that wasn't your natural expression. Marvin wondered it that was true when you were with strangers too. Maybe you only looked like your true self with the people you loved. And maybe.. | love reflective true-self reflections self mirror | Elise Broach | |
| c053309 | I hurried after Sam, calling, "You might wait for us!" The last word, though it was but one syllable, covered two octaves, for my voice broke, as it had been doing lately with alarming frequency. Sam turned back with a mischievous grin on his face. "Was that your voice cracking, or were you attempting to yodel?" -- | Gary L. Blackwood | ||
| 8841992 | I don't really understand what politics are ... I'm concerned with injustice ... I'm not attuned to politics, I'm just attuned to people.' He | Peter Doggett | ||
| 0755597 | Some things may never change but other things can be so completely different that they make the things that don't change bearable. | hope life love | Donna VanLiere | |
| 1b981c0 | Here's something you must know and don't forget it - animals never lie. They don't like, they don't put on disguises, and they are always true to what they are. That's why you can trust them. | Jonathan Carroll | ||
| d5d9257 | Listening to him, I realized how lucky I was not to have had a wonderful childhood. Those who do, or those who peak in their early years, have only that remembered joy or strength to tide them over the rest of their lives. Nothing could ever be as good as that time; for them nothing ever is. | Jonathan Carroll | ||
| d24918a | Paru let ia kollektsioniroval avtoruchki. Odnazhdy na bloshinom rynke vo Frantsii ia uvidel, kak kakoi-to chelovek peredo mnoi vzial s lotka odnu ruchku i stal rassmatrivat'. Po shestiugol'noi zvezde na kolpachke ia srazu ponial, chto eto "monblan". Staryi "monblan". Ia zamer kak vkopannyi i nachal povtoriat' pro sebia: "POLOZhI EE, NE POKUPAI!" No tshchetno - chelovek prigliadyvalsia k nei vse vnimatel'nei. Togda mne zakhotelos', chtoby on.. | Jonathan Carroll | ||
| d2cd8be | A wish is a dream come true. Since dreams are never clear, they invariably disappoint. | Jonathan Carroll | ||
| 848f383 | Pilot had never seen this particular ghost before. Head resting on paws, he mildly wondered what it was doing here. Dogs see ghosts about as often as people see cats. They're there but they're no big deal. | Jonathan Carroll | ||
| 148c3fb | Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. --Eugene O'Neill My | Donna VanLiere | ||
| 2884eee | I've noticed most people are at their best during the day, in the light. Night fascinates you with its mystery and potential, but it's ominous too because things are easily hidden or lost in the dark, especially control. Most species I've encountered are powerless there. No matter where that dark is--inside or out--you are all at its mercy. It's harder to lose things and easier to find them, including yourself, in the light. | Jonathan Carroll |