1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
1384
2208
3346
3522
5443
5511
5512
5513
5514
5515
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a516857 | Give orange give me eat orange me eat orange give me eat orange give me you. --NIM CHIMPSKY, 1970s Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more. --BRITNEY SPEARS, 2007 | Sara Gruen | ||
| b1db3d4 | comparison. His eyes were hazel, and his arms ended in white bandages just below the elbows. | Sara Gruen | ||
| f41dad1 | He's paragon schnitzophonic.' 'He's what?!' | Sara Gruen (Author) | ||
| cdd87d7 | One Crow for sorrow, Two Crows for mirth, Three Crows for a wedding, Four Crows for a birth, Five Crows for silver, Six Crows for gold, Seven for a secret, never to be told. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 8882c31 | But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it. | Sara Gruen | ||
| b21eef1 | It was full of luxurious trappings and shiny baubles, and that had blinded me to the fact that nothing about it was real. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 9ef9098 | Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently | Sara Gruen | ||
| 2e1f572 | She's not your friend. She's a barmaid. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 4a6b784 | I'm glad has promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-even the dogs are howling. | Sara Gruen | ||
| 71c4273 | She noticed then that Conor was watching her. 'Are you going for a swim?' he asked her. 'In a while. Why don't you go down and check if it's warm enough?' 'And if it's not warm enough?' 'We'll still go in. But at least we'll know. | sea swimming | Colm Tóibín | |
| 08e8574 | I drove home in a State of Utter: utterly startled, utterly confused, utterly flummoxed. | Lawrence Sanders | ||
| 6d11429 | What I'm trying to convey is that I love my parents. Of course. But just as important, I enjoy them. How many sons and daughters can say that? | Lawrence Sanders | ||
| 92bb4ad | There, there, there. | Lawrence Sanders | ||
| 1aa942f | Valkyrietype | Jack Kerley | ||
| 3222f00 | She'd intended to sign with an escort service, but fucked up and immediately acquired a heroin habit which detoured her career to a massage parlor, cranking out handjobs like Dunkin' cranked out donuts. | Jack Kerley | ||
| 31bc53e | If you don't make mistakes, they'll notice you and they'll get to like you,' she added. Eilis | Colm Tóibín | ||
| f5e4b50 | It was later, when she got home and lay in the bed after her evening meal, that the day she had just spent would seem like one of the longest of her life as she would find herself going through it scene by scene. Even tiny details stayed in her mind. When she deliberatively tried to think about something else, or leave her mind blank, events from the day would come quickly back. For each day, she thought, she needed a whole other day to con.. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 8f9a431 | Ne znam kolko vreme shcheshe da otselee na brega, ako ne go biakh spasil. Niamam predstava kolko trae zhivot't na kam'nite po ueksfordskite plazhove. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 5278a92 | There's an immense dramatic possibility in describing that universe. The books, for me, were an enormous relief in that sense of how they were written to allow primary emotion, elemental emotion, to matter enormously but to give the thing an extraordinary flow so you don't notice at what point that you're actually overwhelmed by this. There's no showiness, at all. It's the opposite of showiness. I think, if it was a painting, it could be ve.. | fiction short-stories | Colm Tóibín | |
| b997fff | A mezhduvremenno imam samo tazi k'shcha,tazi svetlina, tazi svoboda, i shche prekarvam vremeto, stiga da imam nuzhnata smelost, v s'zertsavane na moreto, shche otbeliazvam promenite mu i zvutsite, koito izdava, shche izuchavam khorizonta, shche slusham viat'ra ili shche se naslazhdavam na tishinata, kogato e tikho. I dori v nai-d'lbokite si s'nishcha niama da letia tv'rde blizo do sl'ntseto ili tv'rde nisko nad moreto. V'zmozhnostta za vsic.. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| cf8ea2e | in this waking time his presence, once so solid, lacked any substance or form; it was merely a shadow at the edge of every moment of the day and night. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| f9a26e3 | Carefully, she went back up the stairs and found that if she moved along the first landing she would be able to see him from above. Somehow, she thought, if she could look at him, take him in clearly when he was not trying to amuse her or impress her, something would come to her, some knowledge, or some ability to make a decision. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| f084e4e | Finally, she let herself feel how much she had lost, how much she would miss. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 3a3f0e7 | I have,' Georgina said. 'I go home once a year to see my mam. It's a lot of suffering for a week. By the time I've recovered I have to go back. But I love seeing them all. We're not getting any younger, any of us, so it's nice to spend a week together. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| d3b3523 | the idea that what had happened could be erased, that the burden that was on her now could be lifted, that the past could be restored and could make its way effortlessly into a painless present. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 47ef510 | I have to give up everything, the house, the servants, my friends, my whole life. I will freeze to death or I will die of boredom. It will be a race between the two. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 67fbacd | There will always be reservations, things one must leave out, events one can't explain without handing over a full map of one's life, unfolding it, making clear that all the lines and contours stand for long days and nights when things were bad or good, or when things were too small to be described at all: when things just were. This is a life. | narrative storytelling | Colm Tóibín | |
| 10472a4 | There were always children, Miss | Colm Tóibín | ||
| c2f2699 | It struck her that he might have told no one, not even his brothers, how he felt, and she thought how lonely that might have been for him. | loneliness | Colm Tóibín | |
| ffd114d | I'm hungry." "We're all hungry. But, darling, you don't need to look hungry. Pretend you are full." "And" | Colm Tóibín | ||
| fafc38a | The world has loosened, like a woman preparing for bed who lets her hair flow free. And I am whispering the words, knowing that words matter, and smiling as I say them to the shadows of the gods of this place who linger in the air to watch me and hear me. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 0f1f33e | The memory of my name will last longer than the lives of many men. | name | Colm Tóibín | |
| ea44fa2 | I saw him trying to struggle and call out. But because of the robe, he could not move and his voice could not be heard. I caught his hair and pulled his head back. I showed him the knife, pointing it first towards his eyes until he flinched, before I stabbed him in the neck just beneath the ear, moving aside to avoid the jet of spurting blood, and then, pushing the blade further into his neck, I began to drag it slowly across his throat, sl.. | Colm Tóibín | ||
| 4c47a18 | Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still. | karen-tei-yamashita memories memory time tropic-of-orange | Karen Tei Yamashita | |
| 6d20b90 | The oaks and firs stood up as they reached the interstate and pushed on through the South West Pacific Highway to the Salmon River Highway, past places with names like Falling Creek, Tualatin, Joe Dancer Park, and Erratic Rock. Places you could walk out into and die and never be found. He could imagine them seared by sun in summer and shrouded in snow in winter. Hammered by hail the size of coins in spring and autumn, pounding flesh and sma.. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 69cef7f | Science fiction didn't see the mobile phone coming. It certainly didn't see the glowing glass windows many of us carry now, where we make things amazing happen by pointing at it with our fingers like goddamn wizards. That, by the way, is what Steve Jobs meant when he said that iPads were magical. The central metaphor is magic. And perhaps magic seems an odd thing to bring up here, but magic and fiction are deeply entangled, and you are all .. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 2fda450 | The near future? The future of anything is like some massive weather system on the horizon, pushing out thunderheads all over the place, and it's impossible to predict where the lightning will strike. And in 2011 it's worse than ever. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 814349f | The future arrived here a couple of weeks ago and nobody noticed. Because that's how the future always arrives. You don't realize it's here until you bump into it. | Warren Ellis | ||
| c210735 | Ballardian banality comes from not getting the future that we were promised, or getting it too late to make the promised difference. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 2efeede | There was so much silence. The quiet felt like a huge new country that he could wander around inside for years without ever meeting its coastlines. A silence the size of the sky. | Warren Ellis | ||
| d1012bb | the glowing glass windows many of us carry now, where we make things amazing happen by pointing at it with our fingers like goddamn wizards. | Warren Ellis | ||
| ec76a33 | Time was this place didn't make sense and I could live with it. Either it's changed, or I have. | the-state-of-the-nation | Warren Ellis | |
| ce30d78 | Welcome to JG Ballard's future, fast becoming a consensus of its own, wherein the future is intrinsically banal. It is, essentially, the sensible position to take right now. | Warren Ellis | ||
| 208aa5f | The quiet felt like a huge new country that he could wander around within for years without ever meeting its coastlines. A silence the size of the sky. | Warren Ellis |