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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 20cf550 | Sharon had moved to Springdale in November of our senior year. She just appeared out of nowhere in four of my classes...I couldn't stop staring at her. I had this weird feeling she was going to be important. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 2e1b1ab | ever since the development of the spine, the individual had become paramount, the group disregarded. Ghiselle was only following the downhill path of her species. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| ad6a6e9 | she kept checking her e-mail every five minutes, carrying the phone everywhere she went, just in case he decided to get in touch while she was in the shower or the laundry room. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 266cf7f | The G.R. wasn't big on spelling out its creed; it had no priests or ministers, no scripture, and no formal system of instruction. It was a lifestyle, not a religion, an ongoing improvisation rooted in the conviction that the post-Rapture world demanded a new way of living, free from the old, discredited forms--no more marriage, no more families, no more consumerism, no more politics, no more conventional religion, no more mindless entertain.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 055f1bc | He could easily imagine what people would say if they could see him now: exactly the same thing they'd say if someone had told them that Ray from work was a transvestite or that Ted from next door had anonymous gay sex at highway rest stops. They'd shake their heads with their heads with the standard combination of amusement, pity, and smug superiority, and say, Ha-ha-ha, poor Ray. Ho-ho-ho, poor Ted. At least I'm not like that. But we want.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 744318b | the world she'd been raised to live in no longer existed. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| cb9697d | Was it possible that they'd crossed without realizing it, each one rounding the corner of the aisle the other one had just vacated at exactly the same time? | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 6223d2c | Just a dead kid in the park, one more sign that the world had lost its mind. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| c9322e9 | It was nothing really, just a passing shadow. And Eve had lived long enough to know that it was foolish to worry about a shadow, everybody had one, it was just the shape your body made when the sun came out. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 2bfa269 | an empty desk in the second row, a memorial to the girl who used to sit there. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| ed4cff3 | As a straight, cisgender, able-bodied, neurotypical, first-world, middle-class white woman, she struggled to maintain a constant awareness of her privilege, and to avoid using it to silence or ignore the voices of those without the same unearned advantages, who had more of a right to speak on many, many subjects than she did. It went without saying that she was a passionate opponent of capitalism, patriarchy, racism, homophobia, transphobia.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| b33a3b7 | oddly emphatic, as if she'd been waiting all day for a chance to discuss the weather. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 8453488 | that's what privilege is--the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you're a good person. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| f178ed1 | a girl from his English class who'd overdosed on sleeping pills after learning of the disappearance of her identical twin. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| e6cc576 | Yes, he was young--way too young, she was well aware of that unfortunate fact--but there was something to be said for youth, wasn't there? The stamina, the gratitude, all the cliches that were cliches because they were true. Even his lack of experience was touching, because it wouldn't last forever. And he was beautiful--there was no other way to put it--at a time when there wasn't nearly enough beauty in her life. It was painful, to be off.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 32f6cf5 | She had a slightly dizzying sense of being overtaken by time, the future becoming the present before she was ready. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 84c4b11 | In his heart of hearts, Jack London knew that we can never build a fire. Not when we really need to. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 8a3c84d | All she knew was that she'd inflicted pain on someone she cared about, and that always cost you something, even if you were just doing your job. It left you feeling dirty and mean, exposed to the laws of karma. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 56ebcb2 | It was one thing to have a professor tell you that gender was socially constructed, and another to hear it from a person who had actually done construction work. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 6762659 | She was about to laugh at the selfishness of her reaction, but she was distracted by the cool evening air when she stepped outside, the dusky blue of the sky, and the freshly paved street in front of her, its blackness bisected by a bright yellow line, a world so inexplicably beautiful that she forgot what she was thinking about and just stood still for a moment, breathing it all in. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 7393cc9 | She wanted to read and think and reconnect with her collegiate self, which had been so much more open and fluid and hopeful than the versions that had succeeded it. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| a1e40d0 | Not that is was her job, but she took a few minutes to tidy up while she waited for Aimee. She knew how depressing it could be to wake up in a messy house, how it could make you feel like the new day was already old. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| f44b8b4 | She knew exactly what was weighing him down: that helpless feeling that you were wasting your precious youth and it was your own damn fault. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 743d2d0 | Tinder was like tequila--fun today, sad tomorrow | Tom Perrotta | ||
| eb03d8f | you were a kid and couldn't defend yourself. Girls wear pink, boys wear blue. Boys are tough. Girls are sweet. Women are caregivers with soft bodies. Men are leaders with hard muscles. Girls get looked at. Guys do the looking. Hairy armpits. Pretty fingernails. This one can but that one can't. The Gender Commandments were endless, once you started thinking about them, and they were enforced 24/7 by a highly motivated volunteer army of paren.. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| c1ff296 | If you're thinking about doing something you won't be able to confess to your spouse or best friend, then DON'T DO IT! YOU ALREADY KNOW IT'S WRONG! | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 49c83c8 | fairness and gender rarely intersected. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 86b45bb | As far as I could tell, he earned his hundred thousand a year by wandering the hallway with a Styrofoam cup of coffee, smiling at the pretty girls and scowling at the boys who didn't play sports. Somebody should have stuck a broom in his hand and made him an honest man. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| d6aedf6 | No one knows what love is," he told me. "If someone says they do, they're full of shit." | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 5edb6b5 | What about Clinton?" I asked. "He's pretty interesting." "Ugh." Dad looked disgusted. "That guy. He could stand out in the rain all day and not get wet." | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 2b14ec9 | Diane used to joke that I was getting in touch with my own inner asshole, but all I was really doing was claiming my American birthright. There's a sales professional lying dormant in each and every one of us, just waiting for a chance to blossom. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 339fa03 | Stan and Rudy are grown men. It's too late to shape their minds, to teach them values and a sense of compassion. You have to do that when kids are young, before their personalities harden and they come to love their own ignorance. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| ab87896 | the chance to leave your old self behind. To take all your mistakes and regrets and erase them from the story. Who wouldn't want that? | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 85cde16 | He shook his head. "Your mouth is going to get you into trouble someday," he said, his gaze involuntarily lowering to her lips. She casually said, "Yeah, my dad used to tell me that." But those weird emotions began to course through him again. Nowhere near love, but more than like, his affection for her combined with sexual responses and created one hell of a reaction in his body. | entangled-bliss head-over-heels-for-the-boss sweet-romance | Susan Meier | |
| b767ed6 | Remember, no matter where you go, there you are. --Buckaroo Banzai | Susan Donovan | ||
| cbedc43 | I'm pretty sure the past is only good for one thing and that's getting a person where they are at the present. | Susan Donovan | ||
| 4440ed2 | Mona's eyes sparkled. Her grin became so open and joyous that she looked like a little girl. "Do you remember what I always used to tell you?" Duncan squeezed his eyes shut. He shook his head as if he could will the conversation in another direction--any other direction. He'd rather talk about fucking . "Please, Ma. Don't start--" "Maybe it's the Great Mermaid, leading you to your one true love!" -- | Susan Donovan | ||
| baa8bff | In fact, Duncan wouldn't be the least bit surprised to hear his brother say something like, "Hand over the bimbo before someone gets hurt." | Susan Donovan | ||
| 09293a3 | Out of nowhere, her body began to buzz with awareness. Lena looked up. And spotted him. Duncan towered above most everyone else on Main Street. He walked at a steady pace, with a strong stride. He was about half a block from the water and headed right toward her. Lena slipped under the awning of Frankie's Fish-n-Chips, pulled a bistro chair into the shade, and sat with her back against the restaurant's cedar-shingled wall. Her heart was bea.. | Susan Donovan | ||
| a037b0a | I'm serious--I'm whacked. Running around my entire adult life claiming to be in love with a stranger. If I had a friend like me, I would take her to the nearest hospital and make sure they strapped her down. Why haven't you ever done that? | Susan Donovan | ||
| 684867b | The good news is, you're less of an ass nowadays." Duncan put his head back and laughed. Hard. It took him a moment to stop laughing. "That was the nicest backhanded compliment anyone has paid me in a very long time." She shrugged. "I only said it because it's true." "I like you, Lena." She sat upright, placed her glass on a side table, and put her cute bare feet back on the porch floor. She blinked at him. "I like you, too, Duncan." "You'r.. | Susan Donovan | ||
| bf84405 | And he did it. Dammit, he couldn't stop himself. His eyes traveled up to the bronze sea hag, the source of hundreds of years of ridiculousness. | Susan Donovan | ||
| dd4c045 | He started to say, "I have a lot of work--" just as Izzy walked in the front door, and his mouth fell open. Her hair had been swept up on one side, pinned back by a pink flower. Nothing too big. Just the right size to look kind of sexy. His gaze skimmed down over a pink sparkly dress that stopped mid-thigh--and she had the legs for it. Now, not only was he dealing with the fact that she wasn't a kid anymore, he was | donovan-brothers-novels harmony-hills head-over-heels-for-the-boss pa susan-meier | susan meier | |
| dd84004 | Wine is essential after a visit to Chuck E. Cheese's. They should really give you a bottle on your way out. | Tracey Garvis-Graves |