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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ccfa7c4 | That was the one thing June had been terrified of having - a standard life, an ordinary life, a life like her parents' - living in a pink sandstone semi-detached villa in the suburbs with a neat garden and an en-suite master bedroom with fitted wardrobes | Kate Atkinson | ||
| b32c4dc | Life is too precious to be unhappy. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 4d86a6f | He preferred solitary pursuits, and being a member of a group seemed rather dutiful, but he could do dutiful and somebody had to or the world would fall apart. | duty | Kate Atkinson | |
| 8261b1c | It had been a while since Juliet had shared her bed with anyone. There had been a few, but she thought of them as mistakes rather than lovers, | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5067a29 | He loved his wife and daughter. It was perhaps a stalwart affection rather than a magnificent obsession, but nonetheless he didn't doubt that if called upon to do so he would sacrifice his own life in a heartbeat for them. And he also knew that there would be no more hankering for something else, something beyond, for the hot slices of colour or the intensity of war or romance. That was all behind him, he had a different kind of duty now, n.. | family | Kate Atkinson | |
| 9eb390e | The beauty of the pearl was just the poor oyster trying to protect itself from the grit. From the truth... | Kate Atkinson | ||
| b9bc4be | I need to talk to you." "People always say that," Hartley said grimly, "but usually what they need is not to talk." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5d31e9f | She wanted to be left alone in peace, to disappear into her own quiet world and meditate upon death. Death. Yes, she could form that blunt, obscene word too. But instead she was the one who was going to have to be kind and strong and say that everything was going to be all right (which it clearly was not) and that she had "come to terms with it." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| beff52b | Best to avoid morbid thoughts", Ursula counselled, advice that would stand him in good stead for the next three years. For the rest of his life, in fact." | Kate Atkinson | ||
| cfa1181 | her. It was a cruel thing, trying to sprout and find the light of day. It was truth. She wasn't sure that she wanted it. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| dc1512e | Each reported on a myriad others, filaments in an evangelistic web of treachery that stretched across the country. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 0f571f8 | No woman was ever truly safe. It didn't matter if you were as tough as Sigourney Weaver in Alien Resurrection or Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 because wherever you went there were men. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| fb1a27c | Giselle would rouse herself from her torpor occasionally (she moved like a particularly lazy cat) in order to despise something. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 3167452 | It just went to show, you never knew what you were going to feel until you felt it. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| f97afc1 | The world inside his head was so much better than the world outside his head. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 33dbf19 | 'Do not equate nationalism with patriotism,' Perry warned Juliet. 'Nationalism is the first step on the road to Fascism.') | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 5bef24a | She didn't feel she had the fortitude for all those Tudors, they were so relentlessly busy - all that bedding and beheading. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 008146d | She was the deer. She was the arrow, She was the queen. She was the contradiction, She was the synthesis. Juliet ran. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 0046255 | quoting Elizabeth I. Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested. | Kate Atkinson | ||
| fda8e20 | The wounds of war, Juliet thought, rather pleased with the way the words sounded in her head. It could be the title of a novel. Perhaps she should write one. But wasn't artistic endeavor the final refuge of the uncommitted? | Kate Atkinson | ||
| 868cf70 | Don't let your imagination run away with you..." But why would you not when the reality was so awful?" | Kate Atkinson | ||
| c478b0c | And life in a continual state of apprehension was no life at all. | Andre Norton | ||
| 05acbde | I'm a radical feminist, not the fun kind. | Andrea Dworkin | ||
| b098b89 | His name is Jed," he said. "He's in pre-law at Rice University. That's all I know, except that he's probably straight." The landlady gave him a sly smile. "That's what he told you? He's probably straight?" He laughed. "Well, he's currently in love with Bruce Springsteen, so I just assumed he was." | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 06604db | LIKE OTHER THINGS ABOUT HER, MARY ANN'S MENSTRUAL cycle was so regular that Mussolini might have included it on his train schedules. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| d970857 | How old are you?" I hadn't been asked this in a place of business since I was seventeen, when I tried, unsuccessfully, to buy a fifth of Jack Daniel's at a liquor store across the highway from Mr. Grady's gas station. It was just as unsettling to be carded at the other end of my life, for a fucking biscuit, no less, but I answered as civilly as possible. "I'm" | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 287b4c5 | Who's Sally Bowles?" asked Ben. I turned and looked at my younger, less theatrical half. "She used to be married to Ansel Adams." "You're kidding?" "Yes, I am," I said. Jake" | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 05484c8 | Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us. We have to, if we are to live without squandering our lives. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 09683c7 | Two days after his twelfth birthday, a fortnight before his father was jailed for debt, Charles Dickens was sent to work in a blacking factory. There, in a rat-infested room by the docks, he sat for twelve hours a day, labelling boot polish and learning the pain of abandonment. While he never spoke publicly of this ordeal, it would always be with him: in his social conscience and burning ambition, in the hordes of innocent children who lang.. | dickens suffering | Armistead Maupin | |
| 01fb0fc | Small world, huh?" She grinned lewdly. "Not particularly. I'd say you've just run out of material." | get-laid | Armistead Maupin | |
| 1e5a49b | A half-hour conversation with Binky was like eating a Whitman Sampler in one sitting. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| f086ad3 | I couldn't write--or wouldn't write, at any rate--unable to face the grueling self-scrutiny that fiction demands | write | Armistead Maupin | |
| cd59e7d | It's time to get mad, Michael. Niceness doesn't count for shit! | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 974fd66 | The worst of times in San Francisco was still better than the best of times anywhere else. There | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 4afdd75 | transcendental volleyball | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 8cb4cca | Look," said Mary Ann evenly, "if think you're really attractive, there must be plenty of men in town who feel the same way." "Yeah," said Michael ruefully. "Size queens." "Oh, don't be silly!" Sometimes Michael was sensitive about the dumbest things. He's at least five nine, thought Mary Ann. That's tall enough for anybody." | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 7df5c4c | The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. "Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh!" Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated. "An echo!" exclaimed Frannie. "No," smiled Helena. "Sybil Manigault. She's into nature." | Armistead Maupin | ||
| d27affe | It makes more sense if you've lived it." A" | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 974e00c | C'mon, let's go join those tedious people. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| adf3d09 | That's all I know, except that he's probably straight." The landlady gave him a sly smile. "That's what he told you? He's probably straight?" He laughed. "Well, he's currently in love with Bruce Springsteen, so I just assumed he was." "Now wait a minute." | Armistead Maupin | ||
| f0adeec | There, as usual, she found her husband asleep in the flickering light of MTV. She knelt by the sofa and laid her hand gently on his chest. "Hey," she whispered. "Who's it gonna be? Me or Pat Benatar?" He stirred, rubbing his eyes with the knuckles of his forefinger. "Well?" she prodded. "I'm thinking." -- | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 772d9cf | You don't really know for certain about a family until somebody dies. You don't know anything until that happens." She" | Armistead Maupin | ||
| 938186b | Jesus Christ, you people are complicated. | Armistead Maupin | ||
| feb43d3 | The earth knows exactly how to hold us if we just let it. | Armistead Maupin |