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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 91e5f89 | As a child, I was aware that, at night, infrared vision would reveal monsters hiding in the bedroom closet only if they were warm-blooded. But everybody knows that your average bedroom monster is reptilian and cold-blooded. | monsters-in-the-dark science | Neil deGrasse Tyson | |
| 3a542ad | to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think, or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. or vietnam or israel or the fear of spiders. your love washing her yellow false teeth in the sink befo.. | dirty-realism drugs legalization legalize pot realism weed whiskey | Charles Bukowski | |
| d5a818a | escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill you still in her embrace and suck the blood from you. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 9c6b4af | she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| fbd5c7c | like the fox I run with the hunted and if I'm not the happiest man on earth I'm surely the luckiest man alive. | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 2ef41f9 | there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting | Charles Bukowski | ||
| 11ed03f | Expect poison from the standing water. | middle-america society | William Blake | |
| 190b8aa | Memories are their own descendents masquerading as the ancestors of the present. | David Mitchell | ||
| b03986b | And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely. | fall princess | Scott Westerfeld | |
| 4642015 | I only suggest to you: Will you dwell on killing this man? You wish for revenge? If you do, he has already killed you by slow poison. So, let it go. Why waste your time? His life will see to his death. | grudge revenge | Lloyd Alexander | |
| 2c2c361 | People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. None of which made sense to me until much later when I realized everything I thought I'd retained of my encounters added up to so very little, hardly enduring, just shadows of love outlining nothing .. | Mark Z. Danielewski | ||
| 03b062a | The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. How deep, after all, can it go? If a person owns a piece of land, does he own it all the way down, in ever narrowing dimensions, till it meets all other pieces at the center of the earth? Or does ownership consist only of a thin crust under which the friendly worms have never heard of trespassing? | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 4f6b0d2 | I believe I'm one of the loneliest people in the world. | Michael Jackson | ||
| e3473a6 | Why does each thing on the earth war against each other thing? Why does each small thing in the world have to fight against the world itself? Why does a fly have to fight the whole universe? Why does a dandelion have to fight the whole universe? For the same reason that I had to be alone in the dreadful Council of the Days. So that each thing that obeys law may have the glory and isolation of the anarchist. So that each man fighting for ord.. | G.K. Chesterton | ||
| beadccd | But she was funny sometimes, and never boring. God, it would almost be worth it to see her face when she realized that I had saved her ass again. Actually it was quite a nice ass, come to think of it. In fact, my memory of the ass and its owner seemed to be remarkably clear. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| fde67ab | Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy. | kate-daniels sleep watching-someone-sleep | Ilona Andrews | |
| 077a242 | Enough," Curran said. An unmistakable command saturated his voice. Jim clicked his mouth shut. I crossed my arms. "I'm sorry, is this the part where I fall to my knees and shiver in fear, Your Furriness? Silly me, I didn't get the memo." | jim kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 63d18b6 | Anger - a better alternative to caffeine. | caffeine | Ilona Andrews | |
| b3a96f0 | Andrea turned her back to Desandra and rolled her eyes. Raphael grimaced. They both looked scandalized. Dear God, what could she have said to scandalize a bouda... "No, really!" Desandra nodded. "Okay, so most guys don't have a nice ball sack, right? It looks all hairy and wrinkled like some small animal died between their legs, but Gerardo's is like two plums in a velvet bag..." Derek, who'd been lingering in the doorway, took a careful st.. | kate-daniels raphael | Ilona Andrews | |
| 326f04f | I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you might nudge the world a little or make a poem that children will speak for you when you are dead. | writing | Tom Stoppard | |
| 21280c8 | It makes me so happy. To be at the beginning again, knowing almost nothing.... A door like this has cracked open five or six times since we got up on our hind legs. It's the best possible time of being alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong. | beginning tom-stoppard | Tom Stoppard | |
| 7c6ef46 | There must be a glowing light above such houses. The joy they contain must escape in light through the stones of the walls and shine dimly into the darkness. It is impossible that this sacred festival of destiny should not send a celestial radiation to the infinite. Love is the sublime crucible in which is consummated the fusion of man and woman; the one being, the triple being, the final being-- the human trinity springs from it. This birt.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b4e16c7 | There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| dc7560a | But one thing I beg of you, look on me as your friend; and if you want some help, advice, or simply want to open your heart to someone- not now, but when things are clearer in your heart- think of me.' He took her hand and kissed it. 'I shall be happy, if I am able...' Pierre was confused. 'Don't speak to me like that; I'm not worth it!' cried Natasha... 'Hush, hush your whole life lies before you,' he said to her. 'Before me! No! All is ov.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 45c1d64 | When one's head is gone one doesn't weep over one's hair! | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| c48514b | O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine. | death edward-fairfax-rochester honeymoon jane-eyre life marriage matrimony | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 90434eb | Time will mellow it, make it a moment for laughter. But now it was not funny, now I did not laugh. It was not the future, it was the present. It was too vivid and too real. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 78b9e95 | But there's a difference, isn't there? Between saying goodbye and death. | Beth Revis | ||
| df3af0b | Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the reality of the fiction. | philosophy psychology reality | Slavoj Žižek | |
| a02163e | There were stars. They burned my eyes. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 85090a3 | A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe. | literature nikolai-gogol russian-literature | Nikolai Gogol | |
| c34bb4e | They don't listen to me, they don't hear me, they don't see me. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 8a5a4d9 | It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love. | love pangloss voltaire | Voltaire | |
| b0c1864 | This was all an excuse, I think. I was doing fine. I had a 93 average and I was holding my head above water. I had good friends and a loving family. And because I needed to be the center of attention, because I needed something more, I ended up here, wallowing in myself, trying to convince everybody around me that I have some kind of. . . disease. I don't have any disease. I keep pacing. Depression isn't a disease. It's a pretext for being .. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 12d101c | And when you say the truth you get stronger. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 38a93a5 | Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 63c1543 | Whither thou goest... | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 1586efd | For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and a cup of weak tea. The limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like limes. It tasted bright green and vaguely chemical. Coraline liked it enormously. She wished they had it at home. "How are your dear mother and father?" asked Miss Spink. "Missing," said Coraline. "I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| d29cf87 | If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| a558aa3 | There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before. | pretty-words sky world | Neil Gaiman | |
| 99febf5 | She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth... People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across. With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in. You saw them off at the airport but never knew whether there was anyone there to greet them when they got off the plane. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| d7f3637 | The brutal reality of politics would be probably intolerable without drugs. | politics | Hunter S. Thompson | |
| 2e28d60 | The whole framework of the presidency is getting out of hand. It's come to the point where you almost can't run unless you can cause people to salivate and whip on each other with big sticks. You almost have to be a rock star to get the kind of fever you need to survive in American politics. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| 0658d1d | He gave my hand a final shake. "Okay, Kemp," he said with a grin. "Thanks a lot - you came through like a champ." "Hell," I said, starting the engine. "We're all champs when we're drunk." | Hunter S. Thompson |