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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 30adf1b | I'm glad there's one woman left in this village you don't want to show your bum to. | M.C. Beaton | ||
| 25ffe25 | The breeze sent sunny ripples dancing across the sea loch. The village of Lochdubh in Sutherland looked like a picture postcard with its row of small eighteenth-century whitewashed cottages facing the sea loch. Hamish was leaning on the seawall, thinking dark thoughts about getting Charlie transferred back to Strathbane, that ghastly town full of drugs and crime. | M.C. Beaton | ||
| 5ff4ba1 | one of those people who would be enormously improved by death. --Saki | M.C. Beaton | ||
| 92c5fb3 | One day a baking competition, another a murder. | murder | M.C. Beaton | |
| 577edc6 | eyes | M.C. Beaton | ||
| 712b705 | You always run to answer the bell, Agatha, and when you see me, your face always falls in disappointment, as if you were expecting someone else. | M.C. Beaton | ||
| 2a0164d | Well, murder comes before illegal hooch. | M.C. Beaton | ||
| 526a4fc | Mine is not a success story. Mine is, simply, a true story. | Roxane Gay | ||
| 4c4daef | Cartile sunt pentru aceia care nu au vieti adevarate. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8f0a74e | Jesus heals the whole person. | Bill Johnson | ||
| 21d577d | tunnel into Ocher Bar, the long cavern below the Counting Room. | Tad Williams | ||
| 5390262 | Like every great writer before or since, Jonson understood that the best poets 'are both made and born'. That all great writing has to be hammered out and all great poets stand or fall by that 'second heat', their laboured revision. | James Shapiro | ||
| 92a6e42 | WHEN SCHOLARS TALK ABOUT THE SOURCES OF SHAKESPEARE'S PLAYS, they almost always mean printed books like Raphael Holinshed's Chronicles | James Shapiro | ||
| 100c6b0 | you there was, or might be, such a man / As this I dreamt of?"--he can only answer like a Roman, "Gentle madam, no," | James Shapiro | ||
| 13d5115 | Genius may be a necessary precondition for creating a masterpiece but it's never a sufficient one. | James Shapiro | ||
| e11e0ab | Is his benevolent art meant to distract us from Prospero's absolutist exercise of authority over his subjects? | James Shapiro | ||
| 9f89c35 | And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life. / Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, / And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more. / Never, never, never. Pray you, undo / This button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O! | James Shapiro | ||
| c56cabe | Lear wills his own death: "Break, heart, I prithee break" | James Shapiro | ||
| 34c5c84 | Sonnet 55 that "Not marble nor the gilded monuments / Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme" [1-2])." | James Shapiro | ||
| 1eacb50 | The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest have borne most. We that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long. (24.318-21) | James Shapiro | ||
| a8f4c66 | Albany had declared that "All friends shall taste / The wages of their virtue, and all foes / The cup of their deservings" (24.297-99)." | James Shapiro | ||
| 8a2af20 | I am a man more sinned against than sinning" (Lear, 9.60)." | James Shapiro | ||
| fd33f0c | Sonnet 138, which begins: "When my love swears that she is made of truth, / I do believe her though I know she lies")." | James Shapiro | ||
| cc619a9 | Shakespeare didn't conceive of his tragedy in Aristotelian terms--that is, as a tragedy of the fall of a flawed great man--but rather as a collision of deeply held and irreconcilable principles, embodied in characters who are destroyed when these principles collide. | James Shapiro | ||
| 49b7aff | he will equivocate at the gallows; but he will be hanged without equivocation. | James Shapiro | ||
| 204228e | Antony and Cleopatra: "what love, what accomplishments, what repetitions of natural affections passed between them is not for vulgar minds to imagine, none but so great hearts know them." | James Shapiro | ||
| 20ba8fd | As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods; / They kill us for their sport | James Shapiro | ||
| 104d7f6 | The great thinkers of the eighteenth century were also pioneering tourists | Niall Ferguson | ||
| 269fd32 | That was how I knew Sister Mukumbu was a real teacher, aside from her welcoming smile and her blackboard penmanship. She asked a teacher's type of question. The kind that says: Join in. | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| e0c96ed | Mission Impossible | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| 2ab3e79 | I remember a time when smoke filled the house. Not coughing smoke but smoke from a woman's smooth-voiced singing, with piano, bass, and drums. All together these sounds made smoke. Uncle Darnell would say, "You can't remember that. You were two. Three, maybe." But I do. I still see, hear, and feel bits and flashes. The sounds of musical smoke." | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| b2b6ddc | Star Trek. | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| a7f8f8f | Cecile | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| ccd8043 | Heckle and Jeckle again | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| df0799b | Cecile carried on a full conversation, on and on | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| d147733 | There was also one Anthony, whose mama could spell, and one Antnee, whose mama couldn't. It | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| e8a8f25 | P.S. Be eleven. | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| 60745a6 | Although I didn't hear the door swing | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| 2301cbf | I)f you prayed for the miracle you'd sell your most treasured possession for, you don't care about anything else but waiting on that miracle. | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| 1e81cda | I didn't want to say Big Ma was right. Cecile was no kind of mother. Cecile didn't want us. Cecile was crazy. I didn't have to. | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| fd1dcba | Crazy. | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| f7e4c77 | the Blue Nile. I could see the envelope sinking, sinking...but | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| 4885339 | Blue Nile. I could see the envelope sinking, sinking...but | Rita Williams-Garcia | ||
| c958917 | Every good-bye ain't gone. | Rita Williams-Garcia |