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0833d43 I just--we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn't, um--'' ''Yeah, you'd better not have ummed. eve-rosser morganville-vampires Rachel Caine
0323c03 He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands. Miranda July
7d3cf08 Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live. Jack Kerouac
c47dc37 And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all. honesty narrowness uncertainty Jack Kerouac
21f8b84 Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated Laurell K. Hamilton
bf2be66 Illusion is sometimes all that keeps us sane." - Anita" Laurell K. Hamilton
6a38623 I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts. Laurell K. Hamilton
9014419 n 'rdt 'n tHZ~ bkhdm@ mmtz@ khdm nfsk bnfsk. José Saramago
8a340df When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying. numbers Don DeLillo
5d7a0d2 There have been so many interpretations of the story that I'm not going to choose between them. Make your own choice. They contradict each other, the various choices. The only choice that really matters, the only interpretation of the story, if you want one, is your own. Not your teacher's, not your professor's, not mine, not a critic's, not some authority's. The only thing that matters is, first, the experience of being in the story, movin.. William Golding
24d0e21 People don't help much. ralph William Golding
82cddd8 An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them. Arthur Golden
62f9ba0 I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance. Arthur Rimbaud
530b6a5 Dante's poem, Langdon was now reminded, was not so much about the misery of hell as it was about the power of the human spirit to endure any challenge, no matter how daunting. Dan Brown
e8ead66 The truth can be glimpsed only through the eyes of death. Dan Brown
ff6d4fa He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of homes, and up to the windows, and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed of any walk, that anything, could give him so much happiness. (p. 119) happiness pleasure Charles Dickens
2242268 In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong man. But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective in this kind of story must be such a man. He is the hero; he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and y.. Raymond Chandler
9d364c6 We had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us... calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. Jeffrey Eugenides
32dcd16 Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that's why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden. Truman Capote
be20eba Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man's heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned. love man J.R.R. Tolkien
d35e460 Being tired isn't the same as being rich, but most times it's close enough. Chuck Palahniuk
830a2d0 Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone. Jodi Picoult
b1ed681 I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be. mothers people Jodi Picoult
819353b The question is not if you're willing to die for her. The question is, can you live without her? jodi-picoult love samantha-van-leer jodi picoult samantha van leer
7a504ea I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo. [Thorn] Sherrilyn Kenyon
643f8c3 How did you get me here? (Tory) I have my evil Jedi ways. The Force is strong with this one. (Acheron) Sherrilyn Kenyon
ad9430a Grudges seldom hurt anyone except the one bearing them. dark-hunter sherrilyn-kenyon Sherrilyn Kenyon
43512a8 When Liam stepped forward again, Derek's arm shot around me , a growl vibrating up from his stomach. Liam put his hand out toward me. When Derek tensed he pilled back, then did it again, testing his reaction, laughing when he got one, untill even Ramone started to laugh. "Check this out," Liam said. "I think the pup's got himself a mate. Isn't that the cutest thing?" Kelley Armstrong
bd12742 I made a concerned effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The most important thing. I love you," I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell. As i love you,"He told me." Stephenie Meyer
9e7fbd1 Will you be?" I asked, suddenly anxious. "Will you really be here?" "As long as you want me," he assured me. "I'll always want you," I warned him. "Forever." Stephenie Meyer
510c01d From p. 40 of Signet Edition of Thomas Wolfe's _You Can't Go Home Again_ (1940): Some things will never change. Some things will always be the same. Lean down your ear upon the earth and listen. The voice of forest water in the night, a woman's laughter in the dark, the clean, hard rattle of raked gravel, the cricketing stitch of midday in hot meadows, the delicate web of children's voices in bright air--these things will never change. The .. Thomas Wolfe
c570286 Certainty is missing the point entirely. Anne Lamott
f529fab music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, the breath. We're walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn't get to any other way. Anne Lamott
8a337f2 I don't want to always be 'the best I can be.' I just want to be me. Simone Elkeles
36ff3d0 But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. William Shakespeare
4385a16 This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life. Jess Walter
d8bcff8 He stared at me. "She liked you, boy." The intensity of his voice and eyes made me blink. "Yes," I said. "She did it for you, you know." "What?" "Gave up her self, for a while there. She loved you that much. What an incredibly lucky kid you were." I could not look at him. "I know." He shook his head with a wistful sadness. "No, you don't. You can't know yet. Maybe someday..." I knew he was tempted to say more. Probably to tell me how stupid.. Jerry Spinelli
56bf74f Before mass leaders seize the power to fit reality to their lies, their propaganda is marked by its extreme contempt for facts as such, for in their opinion fact depends entirely on the power of man who can fabricate it. adolf-hitler big-lie donald-trump fascism post-factual post-truth propaganda reality-control totalitarianism Hannah Arendt
1422d54 Jane's stories are too sensible. Then Diana puts too much murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them." -Anne Shirley" friends humor reading writing L.M. Montgomery
9adb09e I don't want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I'm learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are. David Levithan
3b706b4 A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price. women Charles Bukowski
7e57b2c Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned. Charles Bukowski
6a77e60 they say that nothing is wasted: either that Charles Bukowski
15dc0c3 Art is the Mirror of our betrayed ideals. Doris Lessing