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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 584bf7e | I turned to Annabeth and shook my head in exasperation. "Always Hercules. What is it with Hercules?" Annabeth shrugged. "He had a great publicist." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 3cee96c | I named my camel Katrina. She was a natural disaster. She slobbered everywhere and seemed to think the purple streak in my hair was some kind of exotic fruit. She was obsessed with trying to eat my head. I named Walt's camel Hindenburg. He was almost as large as a zeppelin and definitely as full of gas. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 31cb39b | I smiled at the giant. "Actually, Cacus, I have another secret weapon." The giant's eyes lit up with greed. "Another weapon? I will steal it! I will copy it and sell the knockoffs for a profit! What is this secret weapon?" "Her name is Annabeth," I said. "And she's one of a kind." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 3593263 | People said the towers looked like giant salt and pepper shakers, but I'd always thought they looked like Daleks from Doctor Who. | Rick Riordan | ||
| 82137e3 | Everyone hates clowns," Otis said. "Even other clowns hate clowns." | humor otis the-mark-of-athena | Rick Riordan | |
| 7b2ef98 | Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as 'deserving' respect; you get what you demand from people. | Tucker Max | ||
| 4045c02 | Recently abandoned women can be complicated. | complicated women | Elizabeth Kostova | |
| 2303e63 | Was this a betrayal, or was it an act of courage? Perhaps both. Neither one involves forethought: such things take place in an instant, in an eyeblink. This can only be because they have been rehearsed by us already, over and over, in silence and darkness; in such silence, such darkness, that we are ignorant of them ourselves. Blind but sure-footed, we step forward as if into a remembered dance. | decision dream free-will | Margaret Atwood | |
| 226fbbf | There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt with. | power powerful secretive | Margaret Atwood | |
| ae875f4 | Wow. I thought I was the only person at this school faking every moment. | Katie McGarry | ||
| 7d52be3 | Here's the thing- I love you and I love her, but I swear to God I'll kick your ass if you hurt her. | lacy | Katie McGarry | |
| 2077e28 | If you are happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count? Estha asked. "Does what count?" "The happiness does it count?". She knew exactly what he meant, her son with his spoiled puff. Because the truth is, that only what counts, counts....."If you eat fish in a dream, does it count?" Does it mean you've eaten fish?" | Arundhati Roy | ||
| 5175994 | I want what we all want," said Carl. "To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced." | music | Jonathan Lethem | |
| 43f8d77 | For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene. | Italo Calvino | ||
| c0c7e2d | Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly. | Alice Munro | ||
| f5d4713 | I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. But now I think the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 28c55ec | I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to lose but lost and have to remember | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 6c73c13 | Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. By living our lives, we nurture death. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d3e356f | Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| eeeec8c | I'm in no position to hand down any advice," he said, "but there's a rule I follow when I don't know what to do." "A rule?" "If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule. Whenever I run into a wall I follow that rule, and it always works out. Even if it's hard going at the time." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a79c00d | The world is your oyster. It's up to you to find the pearls. | Chris Gardner | ||
| be435b7 | there was not much distinction between losing a friend and a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumph, and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 68b1eb4 | Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 8116f68 | Maybe if God gives you a handicap, he makes sure you've got a few extra doses of humor to take the edge off. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c61ee86 | But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart." | relationship romance sweet | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 7d66df6 | Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. | William Faulkner | ||
| a9587e6 | When writing about oneself, one must strive to be truthful. Truth is more important than modesty. | Roald Dahl | ||
| d545d0f | He took the Who's feast, he took the Who pudding, he took the roast beast. He cleaned out that ice box as quick as a flash. Why, the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash. | grinch | Dr. Seuss | |
| 68b72d5 | Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one. Every day, | Dr. Seuss | ||
| 065cfa0 | Civil disobedience, as I put it to the audience, was not the problem, despite the warnings of some that it threatened social stability, that it led to anarchy. The greatest danger, I argued, was civil obedience, the submission of individual conscience to governmental authority. Such obedience led to the horrors we saw in totalitarian states, and in liberal states it led to the public's acceptance of war whenever the so-called democratic gov.. | civil-disobedience dangers-of-obedience justice oppression rule-of-law | Howard Zinn | |
| 7c21aea | Tris: "What if I don't want to cut up aloe leaves?" Rosethorn: "Ask me if I what you want." | rosethorn tris | Tamora Pierce | |
| 1d41569 | Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling. | holidays | Graham Greene | |
| 5a82be7 | I can never get over when you're on the beach how beautiful the sand looks and the water washes it away and straightens it up and the trees and the grass all look great. I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own. | Andy Warhol | ||
| 7656c14 | Nothing uses up alcohol faster than political argument. | politics witty | Robert A. Heinlein | |
| 3a74057 | It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words. | worship | Oscar Wilde | |
| a24284a | I don't write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 2f4ba16 | Do you smoke? Well, yes, I must admit I smoke. I'm glad to hear of it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 62c541a | And yet here he was, looking at Jem Carstairs, a boy so fragile-looking that he appeared to be made out of glass, with the hardness of his expression slowly dissolving into tentative uncertainty. "You are not really dying," he said, the oddest tone to his voice, "are you?" Jem nodded. "So they tell me." "I am sorry," Will said. "No", Jem said softly. He drew his jacket aside and took a knife from the belt at his waist. "Don't be ordinary li.. | brothers first-greeting jem-will parabatai tears | Cassandra Clare | |
| b4358e3 | Oh, Lord Montgomery, what do you mean to do with me in this bedroom when you have me all alone? An innocent maiden, and unprotected? Is my virtue safe? 'I, ah- what?' 'I know you are a dangerous man. Some call you a rake. Everybody knows you are a devil with the ladies with your poetically puffed shirt and irresistible pants. I pray you will consider my innocence. And my poor, vulnerable heart.' Simon decided this was a lot like role-playin.. | isabelle-lightwood simon-lewis sizzy | Cassandra Clare | |
| 937b9e1 | The point wasn't that you tried to live forever; the point was that you lived, and did everything you could to live well. The point was the choices you made and the people you loved. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 4bf73de | Theres no such thing as vampire mojo,"said Jace,rather eeirly echoing Clarys earlier comment."And I was following Clary,but then she got into a cab,and I cant follow a cab.So I doubled back and followed you instead.Mostly for something to do" "You were following Clary?"Simon echoed."Heres a hot tip : Most girls dont like being stalked" | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 514a680 | Jace: 'I don't like keeping her in the dark.' Sebastian: 'We'll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?' Jace: 'Two weeks ago you were dead.' Sebastian: 'Well, I wasn't suggesting weeks. That would be insane. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 03d8c69 | How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying. | city-of-lost-souls maryse-lightwood max-lightwood the-mortal-instruments | Cassandra Clare | |
| a79e1cb | Just coffee. Black--like my soul. | Cassandra Clare |