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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a0bd3cd | Working for Spider was difficult. He was reasonable, but only when circumstances permitted; understanding of difficulties, yet completely unaffected by them. And he expected impossible things in an impossible timeframe. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| adbd145 | Kissing me won't make me more agreeable," she whispered. "I'm not trying to make you more agreeable." His voice was rough and low. "I just can't help myself." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| e4afe2e | He tried a different line of attack. "I've never come across anyone like you." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 21f99b7 | Did they think I would throw a tantrum?" "Baby, you're not the tantrum type. You are the scary-smile-and-stabbing type." I looked at him. "Hard-stare type." He grinned." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 12938a3 | Only poor people are weird. Rich people are eccentric. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 3367573 | Bono give you any terms?" "Me, the Crusader, and you. Tonight." How nice. A party for the top three on the upir's most wanted list." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| be04c70 | I like the hair," he said. In the spirit of an off-duty Friday, I wore my hair down. I mostly braided it or curled it into a bun to keep it out of the way, but today it just sort of hung there, a long dark brown wall shifting in the breeze on both sides of my face. I flexed my wrist, popping a long silver needle into my palm from the leather wrist guard, grabbed my hair, twisted it into a bun, stuck the needle into it to hold it in place, a.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 006734f | The cloak coupled with a black leather vest made me suitably menacing. All that was missing was a giant neon sign with rotating sparklers proclaiming HARD CASE. LINE TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED FORMS TO THE RIGHT. A wide smile stretched Raphael's lips. "If you laugh, I'll kill you," I told him. "Why the rifle? Everybody knows you can't shoot." Who were these everybodies and would they like to stand in front of me, preferably within ten feet, so .. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 08775be | What is this Christmas?" Wing asked. Orro turned from the stove. "It's the rite of passage during which the young males of the human species learn to display aggression and use weapons." Sean" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| de6b4c7 | Kate, I'm afraid the sword has to stay." "No." "Weapons are forbidden everywhere but the Pit level. You won't get through the door." Shit. I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car." Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 0e47c75 | Raphael pulled out a paperback and handed it to me. The cover, done back in the time when computer-aided imagine manipulation had risen to the level of art, featured an impossibly handsome man, leaning forward, one foot in a huge black boot resting on the carcass of some monstrous sea creature. His hair flowed down to his shoulders in a mane of white gold, in stark contrast to his tanned skin and the rakish black patch hiding his left eye. .. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| eaa38d2 | I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges. "What are you doing?" Ghastek asked. "My hole puncher broke." "You have no respect for the undead." I sighed, examining the ragged tears in the forms. "It's a personal failing. Have you thought of anything, or can I be on my way?" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| f6dee17 | Does he understand what you say?" I asked. "He does. It's his own kind of magic," Astamur answered. "If it weren't for supplies, I'd never go back down to town. But a man has to do what a man has to do. Hard to live like a king without toilet paper." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 7866038 | To drink or not to drink? That was the question. I sipped it. If he'd spiked it, I could still kill him before I passed out. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1a0b7c6 | A vivid image of a man with a pencil through his left eye orbit flashed before me, complete with bloody smudges of my fingerprints on the yellow shaft of the pencil. Thank you, dear memory, for once again attempting to sabotage my conversation. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 639b9d3 | You are not meant to be at peace. We, the human beings, are meant to live life to its fullest. We are meant to experience it all--sadness, disappointment, rage, kindness, joy, love. We are meant to test ourselves. It is painful and frightening, but this is what it means to be alive. You are hiding from life here. This isn't peace. This is a slow, deliberate suicide." He" | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 197bac0 | It is an up close and personal war, fought with savage weapons," Odalon said. "At first when you're young and dumb and you hear about it, you think it will be glorious. That you will be like the hero of old, ripping through the ranks of your enemy. Then you find out what six hours of fighting with your sword is really like. The first hour, if you survive, is exciting. The scent of blood is intoxicating." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| a910949 | The second hour, you are injured but you keep going. The third hour, you realize you've had your fill of blood. You want to be done. You want off the battlefield. In the fourth, you notice the faces of people you kill. You hear their screams as you hack off their limbs. It is no longer an abstract enemy. It is a living being that you are ripping apart. It is dying by your hand, right there in front of you. In the fifth, you bleed and vomit,.. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| fa56e68 | but then I remembered how crass it is to talk money or stocks with university types." | Andy Kessler (author) | ||
| c36a200 | I'll be supporting anyone but England. | Andy Murray | ||
| 0407b10 | I can cry like Roger. It's just a shame I can't play like him. | Andy Murray | ||
| ef052aa | I'm getting closer... | Andy Murray | ||
| cf0a7e7 | Que me motivaba? Creo que la mayoria de las personas creativas quieren expresar su agradecimiento por ser capaces de aprovechar el trabajo que otros han llevado a cabo antes que ellos. Yo no invente el lenguaje ni las matematicas que utilizo. Produzco solo una pequena parte de mis alimentos, y ninguna de mis prendas de ropa esta hecha por mi. Todo lo que hago depende de otros miembros de nuestra especie y de los hombros a los que nos subimo.. | Walter Isaacson | ||
| b24cf96 | IN 1967 YOUNG Tom Stoppard had his breakthrough hit, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, a brilliant play about actors playing characters playing actors playing characters, and the amusing, confusing jumble of fiction and reality. Stoppard knew he was onto something new and important. "I have a feeling," he said at the time, "that almost everybody today is more trying to match himself up with an external image he has of himself, almost a.. | Kurt Andersen | ||
| b761307 | Hawkers are crying their wares, tract-sellers, delivery boys, and merchants go about their business. | Marc Norman/Tom Stoppard | ||
| d7a4856 | STANKEVICH The world outside of me has no meaning independent of my thinking it. (pauses to look) I look out of the window. A garden. Trees. Grass. A young woman in a chair reading a book. I think: chair. So she is sitting. I think: book. So she is reading. Now the young woman touches her hair where it's come undone. But how can we be sure there is a world of phenomena, a woman reading in a garden? Perhaps the only thing that's real is my s.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 7c24ec1 | STANKEVICH The world outside of me has no meaning independent of my thinking it. (pauses to look) I look out of the window. A garden. Trees. Grass. A young woman in a chair reading a book. I think: chair. So she is sitting. I think: book. So she is reading. Now the young woman touches her hair where it's come undone. But how can we be sure there is a world of phenomena, a woman reading in a garden? Perhaps the only thing that's real is my s.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 6872cc5 | This is not a drill. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 12f6bbb | Being a person is respect, because you're not a cat or a dog or a bunch of tulips, you're a human person and humanness isn't like something there can be different amounts of, it's maxed out from the start, total respect every time - kill one, kill a trainload, you're dissing the transcendental is all. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| e90cc77 | GULL (musing) : The law of probability, it has been oddly asserted, is something to do with the proposition that if six monkeys (he has surprised himself) ... if six monkeys were .. . ROS: Game? GULL: Were they? ROS: Are you? GULL (understanding): Game. (Flips a coin.) The law of averages, if I have got this right, means that if six monkeys were thrown up in the air for long enough they would land on their tails about as often as they would.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 1fc80bd | Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light. Dante reserved a place in his Inferno for those who wilfully live in sadness - sullen in the sweet air, he says. Your 'honour' is all shame and timidity and compliance. Pure of stain! But the artist is the secret criminal in our midst. He is the agent of progress against authority. you are right to be a scholar. A scholar is all scruple, an artist is none. The artist must lie, cheat, decei.. | courage life love | Tom Stoppard | |
| 8d0def9 | By why, Ligurinus, alas why this unaccustomed tear trickling down my cheek? - why does my glib tongue stumble to silence as I speak? At night I hold you fast in my dreams, I run after you across the Field of Mars, I follow you into the tumbling waters, and you show no pity. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 11575f8 | Even a single coin has music in it, should it be gold. - the player | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 7550710 | I don't play in any tournaments to come second best. | Andy Murray | ||
| b571d45 | Moon felt as if the conversation was a weight he had to drag along on the end of a rope. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| f1684c6 | Free to move, speak, extemporize, and yet. We have not been cut loose. Our truancy is defined by one fixed star, and our drift represents merely a slight change of angle to it: we may seize the moment, toss it around while the moments pass, a short dash here, an exploration there, but we are brought round full circle to face again the single immutable fact -- | existential truancy | Tom Stoppard | |
| 3aab5e9 | His radio plays include: If You're Glad I'll Be Frank, Albert's Bridge (Italia Prize), Where Are They Now?, Artist Descending A Staircase, The Dog It Was That Died, In the Native State (Sony Award). | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 313b994 | Tom Stoppard's other work includes: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Jumpers, Travesties, Night and Day, After Magritte, The Real Thing, Enter A Free Man, Hapgood, Arcadia, Indian Ink (a stage adaptation of his own play, In the Native State) and The Invention of Love. Arcadia | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 5606a84 | also by the same author ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN ARE DEAD THE REAL INSPECTOR HOUND ENTER A FREE MAN AFTER MAGRITTE JUMPERS TRAVESTIES DIRTY LINEN AND NEW-FOUND-LAND NIGHT AND DAY DOGG'S HAMLET, CAHOOT'S MACBETH ROUGH CROSSING and ON THE RAZZLE (adapted from Ferenc Molnar's Play at the Castle and Johann Nestroy's Einen Jux will er sich machen) THE REAL THING THE DOG IT WAS THAT DIED AND OTHER PLAYS SQUARING THE CIRCLE with EVERY GOOD BOY.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 5c413e8 | Screenplay ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN ARE DEAD: THE FILM Radio Plays THE PLAYS FOR RADIO 1964-1983 IN THE NATIVE STATE Fiction LORD MALQUIST AND MR MOON | Tom Stoppard | ||
| feecf18 | The Almost Free Theatre, the Fun Art Bus and the rest of them were phenomena of a decade which was simultaneously playful and desperately serious; and | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 43b8165 | After Magritte often serves as a companion piece to The Real Inspector Hound, which I think is appropriate in at least one way: neither play is about anything grander than itself. A | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 9b2e58f | The 'role of the theatre' is much debated (by almost nobody, of course), but the thing defines itself in practice first and foremost as a recreation. This seems satisfactory. TOM STOPPARD 1993 | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 624ce65 | The whole of life is like that now. It's even impossible to think naturally because opinion has been set out for you to read back. Originality has been used up. And yet faith in one's uniqueness dies hard. | Tom Stoppard |