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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0e17f6b | It was hard to imagine that anything terrible could happen on such a fine spring evening, but the activity around the little terrace house in Armley indicated that evil made no allowances for the weather. | Peter Robinson | ||
| 04d936b | know. Are you sure it wasn't just youthful high spirits with | Peter Robinson | ||
| d59f8fc | When he saw her, my brother stopped in his tracks and fell into her eyes so deeply you could hear the splash. | Peter Robinson | ||
| f2896bd | Why not? Because - as the psychologist above said - everything that you remember and forget depends on attention. The more dispersed the attention, the less likelihood of remembering, while the more heightened the attention, the better the remembering, and hence the better the learning. This is as true for language learning as for any other kind of learning. As psycholinguists Nick Ellis and Peter Robinson (2008: 3) put it: 'What is attende.. | Scott Thornbury | ||
| adec0aa | The whiskey-soaked strains of Cesaria Evora came from the headphones of his portable CD player. | Peter Robinson | ||
| 61d96c8 | Any idea where he might go if he did run away? Did he talk | Peter Robinson | ||
| ecd3e13 | See, squire," he said to the wide-eyed hotel manager, "our boss tells us we don't want a lot of fuss about this. None of this evacuating the area bollocks you see on telly. We go in, we disarm him nice and quiet, then bob's your uncle, we're out of your hair for good. Okay? No problems for us and no bad publicity for the hotel." | Peter Robinson | ||
| 7ec34ff | Fool, he told himself. He had been looking for Keith Rothwell in Robert Calvert's flat. But he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere; he was just a slab of chilled meat waiting for a man with his collar on the wrong way around to chant a few meaningless words that might just ease the living's fear of death until the next time it touched too close to home for comfort. | Peter Robinson | ||
| 1e962de | Georgina are our two consultation advisers, counsellors, then there's Dr Alex Lukas, the medical director, and Nurse Louise Griffiths.' 'What's Julian Harwood's role?' 'Mr Harwood? He's managing director of the whole group. But we never see him. I mean, he | Peter Robinson | ||
| 6822aca | about Barber and Kelly? Banks couldn't tell. And if he | Peter Robinson | ||
| 30aab9a | Satchidananda. | Peter Robinson | ||
| c9afb89 | No doubt, Annie guessed, as soon as Jennifer had got over the immediate shock of the break-up and got pissed with Melanie Scott a few times in Sicily, she had probably realized just how lucky she was to get out of the relationship. | Peter Robinson | ||
| ada49f9 | Anyway, I thought I might go. You never know, the murderers might turn up to pay their respects, like they do in books. | Peter Robinson | ||
| 140c47e | It's an odd thing is a professional gone bad. They talk about bent coppers, but what about bent lawyers, bent accountants, bent doctors? If push came to shove, would you expect one crooked businessman to stick up for another? | Peter Robinson | ||
| cbec177 | Browne stared at Banks and his eyes narrowed, turned | Peter Robinson | ||
| 855aaf2 | I can't say I understand any of it, myself,' said Banks. 'Me, neither,' said Gerry. | Peter Robinson | ||
| 9a8fd23 | Cuando la gente pregunta como nuestros fotografos hacen las fotos mas estupendas del mundo, ellos podrian encogerse de hombros y decir "f/8 y estar alli". Pero estar alli significa mucho." -- | national-geographic-society photography | Leah Bendavid-Val | |
| 5044b2e | I pulled the book from him. It was wet with tears running down the pages, as if the book itself were crying. He hid his face in his hands. Let me see you cry, I told him. I do not want to hurt you, he said by shaking his head left to right. It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me, I told him. Let me see you cry. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 020458c | Heroes themselves had fallen behind!--Whene'er he went before. | Admiration | ||
| d788bef | He conducted interviews with nearly a hundred USDA poultry inspectors from thirty-seven plants. "Every week," he reports, "millions of chickens leaking yellow pus, stained by green feces, contaminated by harmful bacteria, or marred by lung and heart infections, cancerous tumors, or skin conditions are shipped for sale to consumers." Next" | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| d6ed145 | Maybe if they played those poppy, jingling Christmas songs on an endless loop in the tank it would be enough. | J.D. Robb | ||
| b2cc503 | the table, heaved them to shower glass and petals | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2709c58 | anything to see. I want uniforms canvassing again in the | J.D. Robb | ||
| d75d406 | victims' diaries again, cross | J.D. Robb | ||
| e9a9fc2 | The king himself has follow'd herWhen she has walk'd before. | Admiration | ||
| b700a60 | Ha a feje megtelt zenevel, vegre el tudott szabadulni a testetol. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| 3bd95c5 | Watch the road! Don't look at me, look at the road. Except it's not really a road. It's a track. What are these damn bushes, and why are they here? | J.D. Robb | ||
| 1267709 | There was the betting pool with life insurance. I bet so much a month that I'll live till I die, | J.D. Robb | ||
| 221ab17 | the thighs. "He has Kellie Lowry in here as well. You were quite right about them using the same gym. He even took a few yoga classes with her. He also has several files" | J.D. Robb | ||
| f017b9c | the ground--she was a little thing, barely a hundred pounds--until the lack of oxygen had her going limp. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 15b4022 | Music on," he ordered, and the swelling sounds of the aria from Carmen he'd already programmed into the entertainment system filled the room. Gorgeous, he thought," | J.D. Robb | ||
| 89894a0 | Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears? | J.D. Robb | ||
| 436ea1b | skanks, | J.D. Robb | ||
| 1218825 | shit assignments on." "Your faith in me is touching, Dallas. Chokes me up." She hissed at the computer. "Or maybe it's the fact that you've got yellow sheets in here from five years ago that's choking me. These should have been downloaded to the main and cleared out of your unit after twenty-four months." "So download and clear now." Eve's smile widened as the machine hacked, then droned out a warning of system failure. "And good luck." "Te.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| f8f0bc7 | younger | J.D. Robb | ||
| 62df272 | I have reason to believe vigilantes grow to like their work. That power, unchecked, will corrupt its own agenda. That violence, given impunity and approval, breeds more. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6d4140a | Mattie hurried in, carrying a lowball glass of amber liquid with a twist of orange on a small tray. Like a skilled waitress she set a cocktail napkin on the table beside Jefferson, put the glass on it. | J.D. Robb | ||
| f88dcda | But it was too late as Eve had an armful of chubby baby in foaming, lacy pink. Blonde curls in pink ribbons danced as Bella bounced. She said, "Gah," and grinned. "Okay. God. Okay. Why are you always smiling?" Eve demanded. "What do you know?" | J.D. Robb | ||
| e67be3e | Your book is bloated and self-indulgent, | J.D. Robb | ||
| ecbcb0e | Here | J.D. Robb | ||
| c22c538 | Dial M for Murder in my book, same director. And that | J.D. Robb | ||
| d11bc93 | The daily life of kids was a strange one, she thought. You got hauled to various locations, dumped there, hauled out again at the end of the day. During the dump time, you formed your own little societies that might have little or nothing to do with your pecking order in your home life. So weren't you constantly adjusting, readjusting, dealing with new rules, new authorities, more power, less? No wonder kids were so weird. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 22d598e | She caught the crazy-eyed look in one about the size of a small horse, wondered vaguely why anyone would want a dog they could essentially ride around the house. When she made the mistake of meeting those crazy eyes for a split second, it danced its great gray bulk in place, then charged, dragging its squeaking owner out of her chair. In defense, Eve slapped a hand to her weapon, but the horse-dog covered the ground like a sprinter, heaved .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 5406a67 | senses. Rather than trust her reflexes, she programmed for auto. And | J.D. Robb |