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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3b575b5 | He was headstrong, and stupid, and handsome, which gave him cover for a hell of a lot of the mistakes he continually made-the same mistakes, over and over again, because why try new ones when the old ones worked so well in his favour? | Karin Slaughter | ||
| a189422 | You're supposed to be my lawyer." "You're supposed to be a human being," | Karin Slaughter | ||
| e0a6a31 | what you call my struggle to submit . . . is not struggle to submit but a struggle to accept and with passion. I mean, possibly, with joy. Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy--fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest." --FLANNERY O'CONNOR" | Karin Slaughter | ||
| c1dd5d0 | Women were as mysterious to them as the origins of the planet. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 131a3a3 | Everybody had something horrible happen to them at one time or another in their life; it was part of the human condition. How they struggled through adversity proved what kind of people they were. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| aa062a6 | Monte Carlo was blocking the driveway. The trashcan was still on the curb, so he dragged it up to the garage. The motion lights came on, blinding him. Will held up his hand to block the light as he unlocked the front door. 'Hey,' Angie said. She was lying on the couch in front of the television, wearing a pair of cotton boxer shorts and a tank top. She didn't take her eyes off the set as Will let his gaze travel along her bare leg. He felt .. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 61f9580 | He's like a spoon--always stirring things up. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| aa31215 | Not realizing until exactly 3:12 this morning, that the reason toy box smelled like rotten fruit roll ups is because Emma was hiding all her fruit roll ups in the bottom. Toddler are such fucking assholes. | parenting-humor | Karin Slaughter | |
| b99935b | poor Yorick of infinite jest. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 2e3c241 | He was shier than she would've guessed; even that evening, standing so near, the rain spattering against the taut fabric only inches above their heads, he hadn't dared to kiss her good night. This was still to come, another week or so in the future, and it was nice that way; it gave weight to the other things, the smaller gestures, his arm hooking hers as they stepped out from beneath the brightly lighted marquee onto the rain-slick streets.. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 0acc267 | all the lies people utter around death in order to comfort themselves, to bury their grief with the body, but here, suddenly, they were true. Die, Eric said in his head. Do it now, just die. And all the while--yes, implacably, inexorably--the Greek's breathing continued its ragged course. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 4ffbe69 | Trying to remember things." It was what people did, Amy had decided, as they waited for death; they lay there struggling to remember the details of their lives, all the events that had seemed so impossible to forget while they were being suffered through, the things tasted and smelled and heard, the thoughts that had felt like revelations, and now Jeff was doing this, too. He'd given up. They weren't going to survive this place; they were g.. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 386882e | liar's smile | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 1b5824c | he'd believed that he was smarter and more disciplined than the others, and that these traits alone might save them. He was a fool, though; he could see that now. He'd been a fool to cut off Pablo's legs. All he'd managed to do was prolong the Greek's suffering. And he'd been a fool--worse than a fool, so much worse--to sit there pouting while, fifteen feet away from him, Amy had choked to death. Even if, through some miracle, he managed to.. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 36b0518 | Stacy waited till she was certain he'd fallen asleep, then slipped free of his grasp, edging backward, leaving his hand lying open on the tent's floor, palm up, slightly cupped, like a beggar's. She imagined dropping a coin into it, late at night on some dark city street; she pictured herself hurrying off, never to see him again. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| d5e1984 | Recalls The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, the better work of Jim Thompson (The Grifters; After Dark, My Sweet) and Thomas Berger's tales of small-town souls who succumb to murderous mayhem. | Scott B. Smith | ||
| 5ebd0d1 | From all accounts, it seems the faithful opposition is reduced to Gideon's 300. The day has arrived for Christians to engage the battle...From now on, true Christians will engage the battle of ideas in academy. The time for giving up ground is over. Now we must fight. We must engage the [B]iblical worldview vigorously in the world of great literature. The greatests wars ever fought in history are not those fought by sword or artillery. The .. | culture dominion postmillenial postmillenialism worldview | Kevin Swanson | |
| 5e17bd2 | When many Christian teachers enter the public schools, instead of teaching the fear of God as the beginning of knowledge, they do just the opposite. They teach children not to fear God. In so doing, they contribute to the ongoing demise of the Christian faith in academics, politics, and the marketplace. | Kevin Swanson | ||
| 03a9bd8 | There is no room for rosy eyed acceptance of the cultural decay around us. Highly suspect will be any Christian literary and cultural critic who makes too much room for Lady Gaga, Harry Potter, Hester Prynne, Huckleberry Finn, James Bond, Katniss Everdeen, Joe Brooks, Leroy Van Dyke, and Star Trek: Into Darkness. Those who enthusiastically embrace these cultural icons appear to be happy with the macro-cultural trends of the Christian aposta.. | christianity culture pop-culture | Kevin Swanson | |
| 12b2a2f | But what if men refused to trust God's revelatory truth? What if they began to test His Word, all of it or part of it, by the scrutiny of scientific minds? What if they were to reduce His revelation to just one potential source of truth among many, and presume that God was simply incapable of communicating by an objective Word? What if they were to question the historicity of the Bible, the resurrection, the miracles, the virgin birth, and .. | Kevin Swanson | ||
| 98fb78a | But we weren't going to risk it. I said, focus on your picture, and so you drew a girl figure and wrote Sir Fus In Love, and then said it said Sara Falls In Love. I didn't want to correct your spelling because it really didn't matter that much, because who was going to see the drawing except us anyway? | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| b0f19fd | Americans are considered crazy anywhere in the world. | Anti-Americanism | ||
| 81bb046 | The most effective lie is ninety-nine percent true. | truth | Robert Ferrigno | |
| 5afc8da | I... stopped acting as if I was privileged enough to worry about corporate ethics. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 974f063 | Our mother teach us to speak, and the world teaches us to shut up. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| fdf2ece | and as beautiful and real as life feels when you're not thinking about its consequences. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| e06f2af | Getting older... mostly it entails accepting the unacceptable. | Robert Ferrigno | ||
| 11319e9 | I suddenly realized he probably didn't know the difference between a noun and a verb. So I asked him. He looked up at the ceiling theatrically, and after a few seconds said yes, of course he knew: nouns were the letters on the yellow cards above the blackboard, and verbs were the ones on the blue cards below the blackboard. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| ca1ed64 | as if the deep fragility of the person becomes exposed in their absence, through their belongings? | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 70ddec4 | Impossible to know why items like these can reveal such important things about a person; and difficult to understand the sudden melancholy they produce in that person's absence. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| d5cd3db | My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word. | Valeria Luiselli | ||
| 9fe2180 | Wine is like many of the finer things in life, which take time and experience to extract their full pleasure and meaning. | Douglas Preston | ||
| a1aa9dd | ratiocinate | Douglas Preston | ||
| 7c9ee57 | anyway, the money was great, but the corporate world just wasn't to my liking. i guess i'm not a team player--or an ass-kisser. | Douglas Preston | ||
| c4e3841 | Despite the ongoing risks, during great swaths of its mostly charmed 142 years, Goldman Sachs has been both envied and feared for having the best talent, the best clients, and the best political connections, and for its ability to alchemize them into extreme profitability and market prowess. | William D. Cohan | ||
| 03bd09d | Not so much wonderful as perfect," she replied. "Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side." She looked at the Prince. "Am I being helpful?" "I think emotions are clouding your objectivity just a bit." | William Goldman | ||
| 8f335cb | What made the movie business unique in the history of corporate capitalism is captured in the screenwriter William Goldman's maxim, true for many decades: "nobody knows anything." No other industry pumped out so many products so frequently with so little foreknowledge of whether they would be any good. The only feasible business strategy, it appeared, was to sign up the best creative talent, trust your strongest hunches about what looked li.. | Ben Fritz | ||
| ac22896 | A knife slash with a sharp blade almost never caused pain unless delivered with force. As the skin parted, there was only a stinging sensation. Spinning, | David Morrell | ||
| 6836d1d | It's not polite to pass out when you've got company. Conversation, | David Morrell | ||
| 0fb0ca3 | The trouble with instant gratification is, it takes too long. | David Morrell | ||
| 3445eef | He showed his love and determination by burning her BMW and strangling her cat, then | David Morrell | ||
| 763dde4 | He was a God who observed without intervening in this hell he created" -Carlisle" | sadquotes | David Morrell | |
| 84abc65 | He strode with the weight of robbed innocence and a stolen childhood, for a life time of pain and anger, of terror and death." - Frank Balenger" | sadness sadquotes | David Morrell | |
| 5e3892b | His blank face communicated an emptiness that could never be filled" - Frank Balenger" | sad-quotes sadness | David Morrell |