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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 20b2ee2 | Not everything's funny, Mother." "No," said Leola, "so I guess when you can laugh,, it's all the sweeter." | truth-of-life wisdom | Lorna Landvik | |
| 4429862 | in the beginning God created light . . . to read by. | Lorna Landvik | ||
| 2aae69b | Twice before in his life Nomis had tried to raise a storm. Only once had he been successful, and the persistent suspicion remained that on that occasion the storm might have come anyway. At the height of the gale there had persisted a shade of doubt, a feeling that the ordering of such forces was beyond his powers or those of any man. Doubtful as he was of present success, he persisted in the effort that had kept him almost sleepless on thi.. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| 4e3aa51 | The pendulum he really faced was that of choice. His mind could swing one way, tick, and meet in foresight the shame of swallowed truth and swallowed pride, all the humiliation of an enforced recanting. And if he swung his thoughts the other way, tock, there they confronted the breaking agony of the boot or the rack or the slower destruction in a buried cell. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| fd02e8e | The universe is bad; and men are fools, never really all on the same side in any war. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| da1cea6 | It had been fifteen years since Belam's warning injunction, which Vincento himself had since managed almost to forget. Other scholars before and since had talked of the heliocentric hypothesis with impunity and had used it in their published calculations. But when the Defenders' summons came, Vincento realized that he had bitterly antagonized men who were in high places and who never forgot anything. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| 7a51cfa | The metal war-machines that humans called berserkers were the ultimate enemy of everything that lived. The creators of those inanimate weapons were gone, but the weapons themselves raged on across the Galaxy, endlessly repairing and replicating themselves, improving their own design, and refining their killing capabilities in an eternal effort to accomplish their basic programmed task, the elimination of all life, wherever and whenever they.. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| 404bc22 | paladin | Robert E. Vardeman | ||
| aeb484c | Vincent, why do you waste your mind and soul in all these struggles and disputes? Their outcome does not matter, really. But one thing matters, and that is the love of God." The mad innocent sincerity of these words all but wiped away Vincento's suspicions and could provoke him to nothing stronger than a smile. "It seems you have taken the trouble to learn something of my affairs. But, reverend Brother, what do you really understand of my d.. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| d2e802b | How to convey, to someone who had never seen even depictions on film or holograph, the centuries of mass destruction berserkers had visited upon the galaxy, the documented cases of individual horrors? Whole planets had been sterilized, whole solar systems laid waste by the unliving enemy. People by the thousands or tens of thousands had perished in berserkers' experiments aimed at discovering what made the strange two-legged Earth- descende.. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| c9e3863 | For at every stage of your civilizations there are numbers of you who put aside selfishness and dedicate their lives in service to something they see as being greater than themselves. I say you may prevail, I say not that you will. For in each of your generations there are men who choose to serve the gods of darkness. | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| 0bdcd86 | It must be nice to declare yourself an emperor or whatever, and have people hurl themselves all over the galaxy to do everything for you." "Can't be nice to have someone bring you your brother's corpse," | Fred Saberhagen | ||
| 2798e21 | Technology! How can any man who means to keep his sanity go far in such an art? | technology | Fred Saberhagen | |
| fa039a2 | Rastignac had no Skin. He was, nevertheless, happier than he had been since the age of five. He was as happy as a man can be who lives deep under the ground. Underground organizations are often under the ground. They are formed into cells. Cell Number One usually contains the leader of the underground. Jean-Jacques Rastignac, chief of the Legal Underground of the Kingdom of L'Bawpfey, was literally in a cell beneath the surface of the earth.. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| ce2a6fa | Sam's heart felt as if it were being licked by a cat. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| d1ee835 | First, humiliation, then humility, he would have said. And then comes humanity as a matter of course. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 112bd72 | yet the world between them was wide. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 13d9041 | What's that got to do with it?" Sam said. "A humorist is a man whose soul is black, black, but who turns his curdles of darkness into explosions of light. But when the light dies out, the black returns." | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 368e440 | even killed a man, though it had been more by accident than skill. But he was an ineffectual warrior. In battle the valves of his heart were turned full open, and his strength poured out. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 196fde0 | why should human beings have another chance at an afterlife? They were such miserable, conniving, self-deceiving, hypocritical wretches. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| f17f105 | For the unholy trinity of Bobs: Bloch, Heinlein, and Traurig-- may I meet them on the banks of The River, where we'll board the fabulous Riverboat | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 8511025 | Burton struggled to get up onto his feet. Nobody, not even God, was going to punch Richard Burton in the ribs and get away without a battle. | Philip José Farmer | ||
| 965b71c | We'll cry," she said. "An then we'll stop. Because it's only a house." | Roddy Doyle | ||
| d2520f1 | And even the aches and pains that had joined her as she got older--she'd liked them. They were reminders--the back, the knee, the achy wrists--they were even friends: Feel that now, Emer. You're alive. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| b9c43f5 | They were joking, but it was a serious conversation. They were often like that, Mary and her granny, when they were alone together. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 381498d | If you just watch and listen you'll get better answers. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 3e3cc83 | She was in the book again and, by the time she got to page-turning time again, she'd forgetting I was there. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| b30c754 | Jesus, she said. -Are you in there at all? -I am, Annie, I told her. -Bursting to get out. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| eef0f1a | They didn't understand. They didn't understand that robbing had nothing to do with what we wanted; it was the dare, the terror, the getting away with it. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 3a64d9b | They were our friends because we hated them; it was good to have them around. I was cleaner than them, brainier than them. I was better than them. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 46831cb | Not songs abou' Fianna fuckin' Fail or annythin' like tha'. Real politics. (They weren't with him.) --Where are yis from? (He answered the question himself.) --Dublin. (He asked another one.) --Wha' part o' Dublin? Barrytown. Wha' class are yis? Workin' class. Are yis proud of it? Yeah, yis are. (Then a practical question.) --Who buys the most records? The workin' class. Are yis with me? (Not really.) --Your music should be abou' where you'.. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 3593688 | Terror. That was it. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 5e39038 | The family trees of the poor don't grow to any height. | family-trees poor poverty | Roddy Doyle | |
| 924f47b | It's gas but, isn't it? How we get suckered in. Some prick in a white coat says if you eat all o' your peas Gina Lollobrigida will sit on your face. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 4eb2a48 | They'd had a fight again. - You'll have your work cut out for you, I said. One of their quiet ones. She laughed. Where they whispered their screams and roaring. She laughed at me. And she was always the first one to cry and he kept stabbing at her with his face and his words. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 27a04b1 | Gloria screamed, but nothing came out. She could feel the scream in her throat, but it was clinging there, too scared to climb out of her mouth. Raymond might have screamed, too--he wasn't sure. His face was an exploding red ball--that was what it felt like. His heart was in the middle of his head. He couldn't see a thing. | fear | Roddy Doyle | |
| 5045324 | The worst was when there was nothing in the sky, nothing to grab, blue blue blue. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 6aeba76 | One day at a time, sweet Jesus. Whoever wrote that one hadn't a clue. A day is a fuckin' eternity." -- Roddy DoyleIf" | Nikki Sex | ||
| 69a1e07 | I was going. I couldn't stay here. Every breath of its stale air, every square inch of the place mocked me, grabbed at my ankles. It needed blood to survive and it wasn't going to get mine. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 5426917 | There's a joke I heard years ago, about an Irishman who ends up on a desert island with Claudia Schiffer, after a plane crash. There's just the two of them, sitting on the sand. After a few days of this, she moves closer to him. 'Do you wish to ride me, Dermot?' she says. 'Jesus, Claudia,' he says. 'Like - are you sure?' 'Yes,' she says. 'We will be here for quite some time, I think. And the days are quite long - yes?' So, they start riding.. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| d590685 | But it wasn't boring like this; I loved it, sitting there doing nothing. There wasn't even anything to look at except the houses across the road. | Roddy Doyle | ||
| 1c9cc92 | The World's New Age hath dawned. The sun is bright in heaven, for Balder hath returned. Earth rises a second time, from the deep sea; it rises clad with green verdure. The sound of falling waters fills the morning air. High soars the eagle; from the mountain ridge he espies the fish. . . . | Donald A. Mackenzie | ||
| 60bd471 | Skirner had no fear. "Our fates," he said, "are spun when we are born. Our doom we can never escape." | Donald A. Mackenzie | ||
| f236d32 | Our propositions are true if they have the same structure as the world. Truth is a correspondence through structure. | Janna Levin |