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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e5f8221 | The appearance of Adam and Eve, when just formed, was like that of persons of twenty years of age. | Adam and Eve | ||
| 3656d51 | Adam blamed Eve, Eve blamed the serpent and the serpent didn't have a leg to stand on. | Adam and Eve | ||
| d774808 | unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes, and they were simply open but seeing nothing. | Dick Francis | ||
| 6d11e30 | Tyrants come and go, tyranny is constant. | Dick Francis | ||
| f614d3a | Gawd, he thought furiously, he hadn't expected it to be like this. Just a lousy walk down the yard to give a carrot to the gangly chestnut. Guilt and fear and treachery. They bypassed his sneering mind and erupted through his nerves instead. | Dick Francis | ||
| 280e40a | Lightheartedness was a treasure in a world too full of sorrows, a treasure little regarded and widely forfeited to agression, greed and horrendous tribal rituals. | truth-of-life | Dick Francis | |
| be216b1 | ones. I could see that I would be inevitably eased out, and not by doubt but by concern. | Dick Francis | ||
| d9c22c0 | I smiled into the clever eyes. "Find out for me," I said, "whether Oliver" | Dick Francis | ||
| 4952045 | The house was dark. Upstairs, behind the black open window with the pale curtain flapping in the spartan air, slept Arthur Morrison, trainer of the forty-three racehorses in the stables below. Morrison habitually slept lightly. His ears were sharper than half a dozen guard dogs', his stable-hands said. | Dick Francis | ||
| 156f266 | Impulses like that, I answered myself, that seemed to come from nowhere, they weren't really impulses at all, they were decisions already made but waiting for an opportunity to be spoken aloud. | Dick Francis | ||
| 7a89789 | and thought of Peter and the | Dick Francis | ||
| 1edfef5 | the Gold | Dick Francis | ||
| c54660b | her to me and asked if I | Dick Francis | ||
| 6b55f02 | Infinite sadness is not to trust an old friend. | Dick Francis | ||
| a77898f | Dick armastas elu osadeks lahutada, parajasti nii vaikesteks, et neid oleks voimalik talletada; ta teadis, et tervik voib osistest kvalitatiivselt erineda, kuid inimesel, kes seisab neljakumnendate eluaastate lavel, naib elu tervikuna haaramine kaivat juba ule jou. | Francis Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| 301b271 | Be grateful for villainy, I thought. The jobs of millions depended on it, Gerard's included. Police, lawyers, tax inspectors, prison warders, court officials, security guards, locksmiths and people making burglar alarms. Where would they be the world over but for the multiple faces of Cain. "Gerard," I said." | Dick Francis | ||
| fe73f02 | But,' I said, 'what if the money just sits in | Dick Francis | ||
| 397b1c3 | they were carried out. He was a tyrant, not so much in the quality of the work he demanded, as in the quantity. There were some thirty horses in the yard. The head lad cared | Dick Francis | ||
| 1046019 | Dick turned around slowly. "Did you expect her to be dead because I was tight ?" His tone was pleasant. "Nicole is now made of-of Georgia pine, which is the hardest wood known, except lignum vitae from New Zealand-" | Francis Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| c4064cb | newspapers," I said. I unrolled the Quindle Diary so" | Dick Francis | ||
| 36be066 | He clicked his fingers to his companion, who removed a single beige-colored sheet of | Dick Francis | ||
| e12b9bd | BOOK OF THE WEEK SWITCHED FORTUNES John Rabe PS7.99 Austin Macauley Making a change from the manuals and the marque history books, this engaging thriller takes on added impetus when the author shares his knowledge of cars with the reader. Author John Rabe is a self-confessed car nut and has written a traditional adventure story around racing driver Kevin Richardson, who gets involved in international intrigue but still manages to put in a .. | John Rabe | ||
| 0248b01 | The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive. | Adam and Eve | ||
| f5c2bb9 | Eats Shoots and Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, by Lynne Truss. | John Golden | ||
| cce8a49 | Once someone has shown you a convincingly different way of looking at the world, it's hard to remember how you saw it before. | Lynne Truss | ||
| 0168210 | fulcrum | Lynne Truss | ||
| 446230a | There is even a rather delightful publication for children called "The Punctuation Repair Kit", which takes the line "Hey! It's uncool to be stupid!" - which is a lie, of course, but you have to admire them for trying." | Lynne Truss | ||
| 1d7125c | L'insulto e l'arma del debole. | Lynne Truss | ||
| 1c2da2c | We read privately, mentally listening to the writer's voice and translating the writer's thoughts. The book remains static and fixed; the reader journeys through it. Picking up the book in the first place entails an active pursuit of understanding. Holding the book, we are aware of posterity and continuity. Knowing that the printed word is always edited, typeset and proof-read before it reaches us, we appreciate its literary authority. Havi.. | reading | Lynne Truss | |
| f6475f3 | for those to whom Lynne Truss is a hero, everything from spelling convention to word choice to logic is, somehow, "grammar." And" | Robert Lane Greene | ||
| 715455a | like most normally constituted writers Martin had no use for any candid opinion that was not wholly favourable. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 2836277 | Dr. Maturin?' asked young Mowett, and stopped short, quite shocked by the pale glare of reptilian dislike. However, he delivered his message; and he was relieved to find that it was greeted with a far more human look. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 4e0db62 | Calligraphy," said Plato, "is the physical manifestation of an architecture of the soul." That being so, mine must be a turf-and-wattle kind of soul, since my handwriting would be disowned by a backward cat; whereas yours, particularly on your charts, has a most elegant flow and clarity, the outward form of a soul that might have conceived the Parthenon." | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| d3062b5 | Let me look to your pistols,' said Jack, as the trees came closer to the road. 'You have no notion of hammering your flints.' 'They are very well,' said Stephen, unwilling to open his holsters (a teratoma in one, a bottled Arabian dormouse in the other). 'Do you apprehend any danger?' 'This is an ugly stretch of road, with all these disbanded soldiers turned loose. They made an attempt upon the mail not far from Aker's Cross. Come, let me h.. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 809b48f | Never mind the disappointment. Salt water will wash it away. You will be amazed how unimportant it will seem in a week's time - how everything will fall into place. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| db58f5f | It was quite unlike their friendly discourse of some days before, and presently Stephen grew sadly bored: lies or half-lies, he reflected, had a certain value in that they gave a picture of what the man would wish to seem; but a very few were enough for that. And then they had a striving, aggressive quality, as though the listener had to be bludgeoned into admiration; they were the antithesis of conversation. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| f4feb12 | poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh, | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| dae7333 | Take it easy, Teague,'said another. But Peter would not take it easy: he hesitated, trying to quell the wild indignation; but he failed; it possessed him, and with a furious shriek he hurled himself upon his country's oppressors. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 157072b | There are some midshipmen who will never have the decency to lie down and die, whatever the circumstances. Because they are born to be hanged, no doubt,' added the lieutenant darkly. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 9ac2fa3 | was an officer holding out his sword, | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 1d17e41 | Of course she will put on a cap,' said Sophie, with a pitying look. 'How could she possibly receive strange gentlemen without a cap? But her hair must be dressed under it. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| dcafa13 | Nonsense,' said Stephen, 'it is the most wholesome cabbage I have ever come across in the whole of my career. I hope, Mr Herapath, that you are not going to join in the silly weak womanish unphilosophical mewling and puling about the cabbage. So it is a little yellow in certain lights, so it is a little sharp, so it smells a little strange: so much the better, say I. At least that will stop the insensate Phaeacian hogs from abusing it, as t.. | Patrick O'Brian | ||
| 9101910 | He has written about equality, the perfectibility of human nature, and the essential goodness of mankind for many years -- he judges others by himself, poor soul. | goodness human-nature judgment | Patrick O'Brian | |
| 6f359ac | nunc et in hora mortis nostrae,' he repeated yet again, and felt the lap of water on his foot. He looked up. The people had gone; the pyre was no more than a dark patch with the sea hissing in its embers; and he was alone. The tide was rising fast. | Patrick O'Brian |