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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 262d556 | Not as romantic as a dozen roses," she countered. "Still," he said, "what is it that a man is trying to say with a dozen roses? Simply that he is thinking of you." Shortly" | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 57f6d26 | When he came to his senses, he was aware that a large number of telephones were singing their little electronic songs. Including his. The birth cry of a new age. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 44fd5d2 | I didn't think you talked to people in the Metaverse." "I do if I want to get through to someone in a hurry," she says. "And I'll always talk to you." "Why me?" "You know. Because of us. Remember? Because of our relationship -- when I was writing this thing -- you and I are the only two people who can ever have an honest conversation in the Metaverse." "You're just the same mystical crank you always were," he says, smiling so as to make thi.. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 326fed1 | She eyes him warily. Exactly the same way she did when he came into her office years ago. It comes into his mind to wonder why she is always so alert in his presence. In college, he used to think that she was afraid of his intellect, but he's known for years that this is the last of her worries. At Black Sun Systems, he figured that it was just typical female guardedness -- Juanita was afraid he was trying to get her into the sack. But this.. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| ba26352 | Is this part of your church thing?" he asks. Juanita has been using her excess money to start her own branch of the Catholic church -- she considers herself a missionary to the intelligent atheists of the world. "Don't be condescending," she says. "That's exactly the attitude I'm fighting. Religion is not for simpletons." "Sorry. This is unfair, you know -- you can read every expression on my face, and I'm looking at you through a fucking b.. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| a10bac2 | one (everything looks the same in America, there are no transitions now). | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 3821304 | No point in describing the office. No point in even allowing the office to even register on her eyeballs and take up valuable memory space in her brain. Fluorescent lights and partitions with carpet glued to them. I prefer my carpet on the floor, thank you. A color scheme. Ergonomic shit. Chicks with lipstick. Xerox smell. Everything's pretty new, she figures. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| ee520e4 | The ports were individually numbered with glowing digits, and annotated, in the mixture of Latin and Cyrillic used throughout the ring, as to their purposes: TRANZIT IMMIGRAShON MILITARY CURVEY CPETs | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 6d30e45 | The businessman turns out to have a lot of zanshin. Translating this concept into English is like translating "fuckface" into Nipponese, but it might translate into "emotional intensity" in football lingo." -- | Neal Stephenson | ||
| df4f525 | Algunos dicen que la bipolaridad es una adaptacion util. Cuando las cosas van mal, te deprimes, te retiras, conservas energia. Cuando las cosas van bien, te mueves con gran energia. --?Y | Neal Stephenson | ||
| bba10d1 | Henry, que en aquel momento tenia once anos, no habia prestado atencion al proceso de elevar el imponente cohete hasta su posicion vertical porque se distrajo viendo un par de perros callejeros copulando a unos cien metros del punto de lanzamiento. El | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 1b8d479 | Creo que lo que Camila quiere decir es que ciertos tipos de personalidad, si se llevan al extremo, son tan negativos como una enfermedad mental; si no peores | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 2de265e | from a hundred to a hundred and fifty kilometers, depending on how fat you were and whether | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 0889b40 | Se podian haber planteado todo tipo de argumentos filosoficos sobre si ese enfoque era mejor o peor que lo que estaban haciendo en realidad, pero, en el fondo, la filosofia no contaba demasiado. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 937a7a4 | The doctor had been dousing her hands with a sort of ointment they use, scented like bad gin. It is a ritual with them. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 0a8ef1a | amistica, un termino acunado hacia eones por un antropologo moirano para referirse a las elecciones que hacian las diferentes culturas en cuanto a que tecnologias formarian parte de su vida y cuales no. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 65e3dfc | Garrison | Mark Kurlansky | ||
| e3c732b | Hey," Shaftoe says, "if we surrender to you, you'll kill us. Right?" "Yes." "If you guys surrender to us, we won't kill you. Promise. Scout's honor." "For us, living or dying is not the important thing," Goto Dengo says. "Hey! Tell me something I didn't fucking already know!" Shaftoe says. "Even winning battles isn't important to you. Is it?" Goto Dengo looks the other way, shamefaced. "Haven't you guys figured out yet that banzai charges D.. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| c9f0b30 | Pero el mundo no lo llevan cientificos e ingenieros, ?es lo que pretendes decir? | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 7dd374c | people with hopes were apt to become profligate in spending resources and taking risks. Which | Neal Stephenson | ||
| a6cb59b | Back in very ancient times, when the marble columns of the Halls of Orithena still rose from the black rock of Ecba, all the world's theors would gather beneath the great dome just before noon. Their leader (at first, Adrakhones himself; later, Diax or one of his other fids) would stand on the analemma, waiting for the shaft of light from the oculus to pass over him at midday: a climax celebrated by the singing of the Anathem to our mother .. | Neal Stephenson | ||
| 9c717cb | Pelear no es cuestion de saber hacerlo, sino de decidir hacerlo.>> | Neal Stephenson | ||
| ac26503 | Predation is] a great evil that a wise or benevolent creator would have avoided. | Alexander Skutch | ||
| d62bb28 | Family, at least to me, especially now, is defined by love, grace, a true kinship of spirits more than a common blood type. | Tom Lowe | ||
| 4960525 | knew immediately it came from a round shot through a padlock. A clear ointment had been applied | Tom Lowe | ||
| 568612e | But here it is. So pick the bones from that. 'I think we need another tense for dreaming in,' I said, which made an old drunk shake his head and smile. | Sean O'Brien | ||
| 332edf7 | I'm not a philosopher, but I have pondered whether we're born with a blank slate and life experiences become the writing on our wall. Or is some of that writing on the wall already there--a kind of invisible ink? Does it become more legible the more we find out who we are in life? | Tom Lowe | ||
| 76fb502 | His time had been so short. But I knew time was always borrowed. Always on loan, rented. Never owned. | Tom Lowe | ||
| 7e0f16b | Yet over the years, we found, in fact, that our advice was wrong, because the exact opposite happened. Low-fat | Tom O'Bryan | ||
| bedaf4c | He blinked as the blindfold was removed, and Baltsaros lifted Jon back up onto his knees with a smile. His large hand closed over Jon's stiff cock, and he leaned forward to brush his lips to Jon's in a brief kiss before gesturing to Tom. Jon watched as the first mate quickly rid himself of his pants and positioned himself on the floor where Baltsaros pointed, broadside to Jon. The muscles in Tom's wide shoulders rippled as he supported hims.. | Bey Deckard | ||
| b72bd73 | Stay a pace behind me, stop fidgeting, and stop looking around you like you want to start a fight. You were a slave long enough, start acting like one," said Baltsaros in a low, harsh whisper. Tom clenched his jaw and looked down, nodding. "Aye, Da," he murmured. Even at the best of times, Tom had made a lousy slave... but the captain was right; he was behaving foolishly. There was gold to be had here and maybe something even more valuable... | Bey Deckard | ||
| ba1e208 | The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other. | Alexander Smith | ||
| ca3702f | As Charms are nonsense, Nonsence is a Charm. | Nonsense | ||
| bd11984 | He is the Master of wood, water, and hill.' 'Then all this strange land belongs to him?' 'No indeed!' she answered, and her smile faded. 'That would indeed be a burden,' she added in a low voice, as if to herself. 'The trees and the grasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each to themselves. Tom Bombadil is the Master. No one has ever caught old Tom walking in the forest, wading in the water, leaping on the hill-tops und.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 9478422 | There's Tom," Becky says. He's been tromping around the city half the day, but I don't see a speck of mud on him. Though he dresses plain, it always seems he rolls out of bed in the morning with his hair and clothes as neat and ordered as his arguments. We walk over to join him, and he acknowledges us with a slight, perfectly controlled nod. He's one of the college men, three confirmed bachelors who left Illinois College to join our wagon t.. | Rae Carson | ||
| ec38822 | He stirred, though, at the sounds of the garden gate opening and low voices. "Tom?" he came out from under his sheltering quince, to find both Tom and Rodrigo--both of whom were amazingly, if flatteringly, delighted to see him. "We thought you was done for, sure, me lord," Tom said for the third or fourth time, following Grey into the kitchen. "You sure you're all right, are you?" The tone of accusing doubt in this question was so familiar .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e3e07e0 | When Maggie laid down her work at night, it was her habit to get a low stool and sit by her father's knee, leaning her cheek against it. How she wished he would stroke her head, or give some sign that he was soothed by the sense that he had a daughter who loved him! But now she got no answer to her little caresses, either from her father or from Tom,-the two idols of her life. Tom was weary and abstracted in the short intervals when he was .. | George Eliot | ||
| 7d5dede | Tom held up a DVD with two fingers and turned red in the face, choking a little. It was a low-budget gay porno set on a submarine. I took it away from Tom quickly and stuffed it in my back pocket. "Yeah. No." Just my luck, he'd start watching it all the time and jerk off to that instead of saving sexy times for me. "Let's go home. We'll play submarines if you want. But...not that." Tom laughed shakily. "You know," he said, "for Joey.. | Hollis Shiloh | ||
| 1bb6b82 | Thank God in heaven! What a relief! They could let their breaths out now. Miss Efficiency was a bigot. These days the thing about bigotry was, it was undignified. It was a sign of Low Rent origins, of inferior social status, of poor taste. So they were the superiors of their English baby nurse, after all. What a fucking relief. | class | Tom Wolfe | |
| de04e64 | parts. Jobs said that the past twelve years of his life, since his return to Apple, had been | Walter Isaacson | ||
| d703688 | Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well. | Alexander Smith | ||
| d627860 | Everything is sweetened by risk. | Alexander Smith | ||
| 6cdd8dd | Can life be counted upon to limit itself? No. It is the mindless striving of two to become infinity. Can death be counted upon to limit itself? Never. It is the equally mindless effort of zero to encompass infinity. | anubis infinity life-and-death zero-equals-two | Roger Zelazny | |
| 6e32e95 | Yes,' it announced then. 'You are the one.' 'The one what?' I said. 'The one I will accompany. You've no objection to a bird of ill omen following you, have you, Corwin?' It chuckled then, and executed a little dance. | Roger Zelazny |