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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e010779 | His father clasped his shoulders, holding him at arm's length, looking him up and down. "You've grown." "It's been eleven years," said Jack numbly. "Of course I've grown." | Lauren Willig | ||
| f97a07b | The Subjective Method is co-extensive with our ignorance. | Aristotle: a Chapter from the History of Science | ||
| 88d60d8 | I have nothing to say," she said in a tight little voice. "If you have, I wish you would just say it and get it over with. I'm sure we both have other things to do this afternoon." Alex's hands grasped her by the shoulders and turned her bodily around to face him. Up close, his face wasn't expressionless at all. The expression on display appeared to be intense irritation. "Damn it, Penelope," he said harshly. "Don't play games. Do you?" .. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 35774c6 | counterpane | Lauren Willig | ||
| 29409f9 | he just didn't want to share him with anyone. Ever. She wanted to be the person his eyes sought out in a crowded ballroom, the person he nudged when he had a really smashing joke he just had to tell, the first person he saw when he woke up in the morning, and the last person he spoke to when he went to bed at night. She wanted to be the one whose ear he whispered in at the opera, and the one perched next to him in his alarmingly tottery pha.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 770b8d8 | It's just a devilish odd coincidence. I shared a boat - and a carriage - with Balcourt's sister and cousin." "I didn't realise he had a sister." "Well, he does." Richard abruptly pushed away his empty bowl. "What a great stroke of luck! Could you use the acquaintance with the sister to discover more about Balcourt's activities?" "That," Richard said grimly, "is not an option." Geoff eyed him quizzically. "I realise that any sister of Balcou.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 0a17bcb | Richard!" On Hortense's lips, the name was soft and exotic, Reeshard. She demanded of him in French, "When did you return?" Richard bowed over Mme Bonaparte's hand before kissing her daughter's. "I returned Monday night." "And you have not called until now! Cad! Is he not a beast, Mama, to have deprived us of his company for so long? Eugene will be disappointed to have missed you - he is off at the theatre tonight." Amy was about to back qu.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 497c2a2 | myself in love with her,' he repeated, | Lauren Willig | ||
| 4b4df72 | Jack's throat worked as he looked out across the waves. "How much of a chance do you think she has against the Gardener?" Miss Gwen didn't belittle or make light of his concerns. "The man's twisty; I'll give him that. And there was a time . . . There was a time when he might have been a danger to her." She looked shrewdly at Jack. "I take it that is no longer likely to be a concern." Was he wearing a sign on his chest? Jack felt like a raw .. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 78eb8ec | It didn't take peering at the brass plates at the bottom of the paintings to guess who they must have been: my very own Lord and Lady Uppington, presiding over Uppington Hall in paint as they once had in the flesh. One could almost picture them stepping out of their frames to play host, sweeping aside the tourists and signaling the silent harp into song. The re-enactors were all wrong; from their costumes, they were late Regency, 1820 or so.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 49e8f94 | Swooning solves nothing. | Lauren Willig | ||
| a00deaf | embroidered Louis XV chair, legs crossed at the | Lauren Willig | ||
| 23909ba | Unfortunately, I knew exactly what I was suffering from. LIPID (Last Idiot Person I Dated) syndrome: a largely undiagnosed but pervasive disease that afflicts single women. My roommates and I had come up with the term in college, to explain the baffling phenomenon of nostalgia for one's most recent ex. No matter how absolutely awful that person had been at the time, after a few weeks, the relationship would take on a rosy tint, and wistful .. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 5c89219 | If Amy had been around for the creation of the world, Jane had no doubt that she would have chivvied the Lord into creating the earth in two days rather than seven. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 52b3598 | Amy was mentally packing for a midnight flight to the mail coach to Dover (plan C), when Jane's gentle voice cut through the listing of ovine pedigrees. "Such a pity about the tapestries," was all she said. Her voice was pitched low but somehow it carried over both the shouting men. Amy glanced sharply at Jane, and was rewarded by a swift kick to the ankle. Had that been a 'say something now!' kick, or a 'be quiet and sit still' kick? Amy k.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 4182673 | There were, he had come to the conclusion after many tedious evenings at Almack's, two types of chaperone. Given the number of events he had been forced to squire Hen to, Richard considered he had conducted something of an exhaustive study of chaperones. Both types were aging spinsters (Richard discounted young widows looking after their younger sisters' debuts; those tended to need a chaperone even more than the young ladies they were oste.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 32d29a5 | I won't do you the injustice of asking you to take my word. Words are cheap. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 9326cbb | The words looped in my head. Download it for free. Cheerful, triumphant. Download it for free! What a freaking bargain. "I'm sorry," I said. "She found what?" "That website. Meems, what was the name again? Bongo or something?" Mimi looked up from her iPad. "What are you talking about?" "That website where you found Sarah's book." "Oh," she said. "Bingo. Haven't you heard of it? It's like an online library. You can download almost anything f.. | pirating | Lauren Willig Beatriz Williams Karen White | |
| 9b88e63 | She could only hold on to her husband with both hands and promise herself that the best way to keep someone was to let him go. | lost-love love unrequited-love | Lauren Willig | |
| cfb1af6 | Four pounds," demanded the fourteen-foot-high statue of Hercules. For such a big man, Hercules had a surprisingly high-pitched voice. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't actually a piece of classical statuary demanding the contents of my wallet, but a very human-size woman seated at a small desk at its base. When you're confronted by a twice-larger-than-life statue of Hercules, wielding a club and wearing little more than a strate.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| cfd77d1 | Well?" inquired Jane. "What do think?" "I think," he said deliberately, "that if you have dragged me out to this inhospitable corner of the earth on nothing more than a bout of romantic whimsy, I shall be entirely unamused." "My dear lord Vaughn, I never matchmake." Jane smiled to herself as though at a private memory. "Well, very rarely." Vaughn arranged his eyebrows in their most forbidding position, the one that had sent a generation of .. | jane-wooliston matchmaking sebastian-vaughn | Lauren Willig | |
| c950e39 | If," said Jane, ignoring him as only Jane dared, "someone were to speak to her; if someone were to suggest . . ." "Ah." Vaughn's lips compressed, as the whole fiasco suddenly fell into place. "That's what you want of me. To play Hermes for you." "We can't all be Zeus," Jane said apologetically. Prolonged exposure to Jane was enough to make anyone take to Bacchus. "I'm afraid I've left my winged shoes at home." | sebastian-vaughn terrible-influence | Lauren Willig | |
| f8a4407 | You were wrong," he murmured ruefully, resting his cheek on top of Amy's head. "You weren't safe with me." "I feel like Psyche kissing Cupid in the dark," Amy said dreamily. Richard drew Amy's arms around his back under his cloak. "Feel. No wings." Amy could hear the smile in the Gentian's voice. "Does that mean if I unmask you, you won't fly away?" Richard tightened his grip on Amy's arms. "Don't even consider it." "You could give me three.. | poetry richard unexpected-rendezvous | Lauren Willig | |
| 09c6002 | Do you have something to say?" I prompted. "Or do you just enjoy propping up the wall?" Colin considered me for a moment longer. Aunt Arabella likes you." He sounded unflatteringly perplexed. "There is a small but vocal minority of people who do." Colin had the good grace to look abashed. "Look, I didn't mean to--" "Treat me like I have a loathsome social disease?" His lips quirked with something that might have been amusement. "Do you?" "N.. | eloise | Lauren Willig | |
| 5e1dbf3 | He smiled - a real smile. Damn. It was easier to deal with him when he was being thoroughly vile. "Look, I'm sorry for being so rude earlier today. Your presence came as something of a shock and I reacted badly." "Oh." Geared for battle, his apology took me utterly by surprise. I gaped. "Aunt Arabella spoke very highly of you," he added, heaping coals of fire on my head. "She was impressed by your work on the Purple Gentian." "Why all this .. | arsenic colin eloise humor | Lauren Willig | |
| b14124b | If you don't like the teaching and you don't like the research - why are you doing this?" "Because it's what I thought I wanted six years ago." | Lauren Willig | ||
| 4f2d218 | Ooof! Amy collided at high speed with someone entering the anteroom from the other direction. Her head was still spinning as a pair of capable hands righted her, and a warm chuckle sounded somewhere above her ear. "What an original way to make your presence felt!" "My lord!" Amy hastily stepped back, this time banging into a bust of Brutus that wobbled ominously on its marble pedestal. Amy grabbed at Brutus before he could take a suicidal l.. | Lauren Willig | ||
| 614a80e | You don't have any apples to offer while you're at it, do you?" she asked sourly. "Satan tempting Eve in the garden? Not a terribly flattering role for me, is it? And you're overdressed for the part." Amy's blush rivalled the hue of the dangerous fruit they had been discussing. Somehow, Lord Richard's frankly admiring gaze made the yellow muslin of her gown feel as insubstantial as a string of fig leaves. Amy covered her confusion by saying.. | directions garden-of-eden poetry richard | Lauren Willig | |
| 049cba0 | When I was in Ireland," Letty blurted out, "Vaughn was there, too." "A hanging offense, to be sure," Mary drawled, in her very best imitation of Vaughn. The furrows in Letty's brow dug a little deeper, but she didn't allow herself to be deterred. "There was a woman . . ." "With Vaughn, I imagine there would be," replied Mary thoughtfully, abandoning the drawl. "He's that sort of a man." "You almost sound as though you admire him for it." "I.. | letty-pinchingdale-snipe mary-alsworthy sebastian-vaughn taking-what-one-wants | Lauren Willig | |
| a1b2ab1 | Cities have characters, pathologies that can make or destroy or infect you, states of mind that run through daily life as surely as a fault line. Chandler's "mysterious something" was a mood of disenchantment, an intense spiritual malaise that identified itself with Los Angeles at a particular time, what we call noir. On the one hand noir is a narrow film genre, born in Hollywood in the late 1930s when European visual style, the twisted per.. | Richard Rayner | ||
| 28e4af2 | piece of cardboard on which was written, in his Mediterranean handwriting, the | James M. Cain | ||
| 5ffca5a | on a plane I like to be left to myself, as the clouds and the sky and drone of the motor all make me feel dreamy, and dreams are a solo enterprise. | James M. Cain | ||
| de1bbbd | She has something in her that I thought I had, and now I find I haven't. Pride, or whatever it is. Nothing on earth could make Veda do what I'm going to do. | James M. Cain | ||
| 2d90572 | The water, the surf, the colors on the shore. You think they make the beauty of the tropical sea, aye, lad? They do not. 'Tis the knowledge of what lurks below the surface of it, that awful-looking thing, as you call it, that carries death with every move that it makes. So it is, so it is with all beauty. | danger death fear love | James M. Cain | |
| 8afa0af | Sarebbe difficile definire esattamente i piani di Mildred. Mildred era femmina in tutto e per tutto e la caratteristica di una mente femminile e che si comporta nella direttiva come una nave cui sia possibile virare di bordo all'infinito. Ogni virata si risolve in un vago angolo, eppure, inesorabilmente, tutta la manovra conduce l'imbarcazione in porto. | James M. Cain | ||
| 95fa9db | Don't wash family linen in public, or with anyone except family. | James M. Cain | ||
| 81181b9 | She preferred to remain at a distance, to enjoy this child as she seemed, rather than as she was. | James M. Cain | ||
| a08428b | As I say, they don't teach it at the academy, but you learn it on the job: not every man's death is a crime. | James M. Cain | ||
| bd8ffe4 | And then at last I began to realize how terrible a thing it was, the dream that you make come true. | James M. Cain | ||
| b4319eb | Me gustaria aceptar, se lo confieso. No me importa que este mal visto, pero no puedo: es por los gatos. --?Los gatos? --Si. Tenemos muchos, y yo los cuido. Por eso tenia que volver a casa cuanto antes. | James M. Cain | ||
| e5534fa | Um vislumbre doloroso do homem que ainda amava era melhor do que nenhum vislumbre | Diane Haeger | ||
| cc3ca0b | requiem sermon | Diane Haeger | ||
| e67a256 | Sviashchenna viina - se odnakovo viina. Tomu, mabut', sviashchennikh viin buti ne povinno | Umberto Eco | ||
| 6b6f9d9 | n`m, twjd Sbw@ ll'lm, km twjd Sbw@ ll`bd@, wHt~ Sbw@ llkhshw`. | Umberto Eco |