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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a6219fe | Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor. "You must come with me," he says in an urgent voice." | ya-romance | Mari Mancusi | |
| e8123fe | Mr. Teifert's practically ancient - at least forty, I'd say - and so not sexy or cute or Australian. | Mari Mancusi | ||
| 3b43a03 | Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires. | romance urban-fantasy ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 811a508 | So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too? | romance urban-fantasy ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| a1dd0a3 | I never said becoming the slayer would be a field trip to a Justin Bieber concert. | romance ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| c76c253 | I'd so rather be a living snack than dead meat. | vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 3568fb1 | All the better to bite you, my dear! | vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 19bead1 | Why be a vampire if you aren't going to take advantage of the basic wardrobe? | wolf-shifters paranormal urban-fantasy ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| e3fb15e | Fangs and Kisses! | urban-fantasy-romance vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 5a67878 | It's just a party, right? What could possibly go wrong? | romance urban-fantasy vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 33edfeb | As I walk down the halls of Oakridge High, dressed in a black lacy Lolita dress, fishnets, and platform boots, swinging my Beetlejuice lunchbox, I wonder if this really was such a good idea. | wolves shifters paranormal ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| b09d0a8 | My sister, lover of the night, vampire of the Blood Coven, never before seen in anything but the color black, wants to be a pom-pom waving, football field-dancing cheerleader? | shifters urban-fantasy ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 1e8a866 | You'd drain someone dry for me? | writer paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 81c76c0 | Did you... need something?" he asked in a tight voice. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with a million things to say. The fear pricking at me, telling me I had one last chance to wimp out. To walk away. But I shook my head. No. Not this time. "Yes," I said simply. "I need something." "And what, may I ask, do you need?" I met his eyes. "You." | writer urban-fantasy-romance paranormal-romance vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 7b2f84f | A vegetarian vampire is weird. | wolves shifters paranormal ya vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 75f13e1 | Real men don't kiss with the gentleness of a butterfly's wing. | writer uf-romance urban-fantasy-romance paranormal-romance vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 5fd5b1c | That night, I wore a dress that Mary had picked out for my trip. I had told her that I wouldn't need anything that dressy, but she'd convinced me otherwise. "You don't know who you'll meet, since you'll be with Sally and American TV. It could be a count or a prince or Marcello from 'Under the Tuscan Sun.'" As soon as she'd mentioned Marcello, I'd put the dress in my "take it" pile. The pinkish-brown dress was a very thin, satiny silk weave .. | charmeuse marcello dress | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 7463a25 | I popped the tape into the VCR and watched a pretty, middle-aged Italian woman in a flowered housedress and frilly apron hold up various fish and shellfish as she spoke to the tape in rapid, enthusiastic Italian, espousing the virtues of the seafood. She was standing at a battered wooden table in what appeared to be her own kitchen. After she finished showing off the fish, she beheaded and eviscerated them, and then washed them in a chipped.. | ravenna video seafood | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 4ec5681 | I bought several bars of pomegranate hand soap for gifts. The salesgirl explained that the soap was made with aged milk and all-natural ingredients. Much of it was still done by hand and always with great care. She could have been talking about food. | casey-costello soaps | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 6894acc | Do you make pizza dough?" "Yes." "This is the same thing. Very easy." When the yeast was foamy, she added flour, olive oil, and salt and handed me a large wooden spoon. "Now you stir it hard until it comes together. Then we knead." She floured the counter and I stirred until the ingredients came together and then turned the dough mass out onto the flour. Rosa divided it in half and we each kneaded a piece until it was smooth. We shaped them.. | dough fillings italian-cooking ingredients | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| a6ca145 | We'll be in Parma, Bologna, Florence, Ravenna, and the hills of Chianti with our own 'Morning in America' chef, Casey Costello, who will cook in the kitchens with real Italians. We'll show you how true parmigiano-reggiano is made and see the fat pigs that give us Parma ham. You'll learn how to cook a Tuscan steak the size of a cow, make a real Bolognese sauce, pasta the Italian way"- she leaned forward and gave the camera a coquettish twink.. | sally-woods italy | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| af57b28 | She told the audience that they were going to make a fine old chestnut, Baked Alaska. "First you have to have a soft meringue, at just the perfect stage." The camera went in for a close-up of the meringue. "We have six egg whites, superfine sugar, and vanilla, with some cream of tartar to keep them stable. Are they ready, Danny?" "Not quite," he said and ran the machine for a few seconds. "There." He removed the bowl and held it out for Sal.. | blowtorch meringue sally-woods danny-o-shea dessert ingredients | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| af25dbc | He took a moment to regain his composure, but he got it right on the next take and finally began to make the Bolognese sauce. The pan on the stove had butter that we had already partially melted, and he poured in some olive oil. Then he stirred in the previously identified chopped vegetables, and after several minutes (which would later be edited out), the vegetables were translucent. When he added the finely chopped beef, Sally told the vi.. | italian-cooking sauce improvisation sally-woods ingredients | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 53c34b3 | Sally was demonstrating trout mousse rolled inside salmon fillets and napped- such a nice word- with hollandaise sauce. She made the hollandaise on her hot plate and handed it to me to keep warm on our back-table hot plate. When I took the pan from her, smiling for the audience, I could see that it had curdled; little bits of hard yolk were visible up close. I wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. I certainly didn't want to point it out .. | curdled hollandaise improvisation replacement sally-woods | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| b7c7272 | Put on bibs, shake the lobster for the camera, tickle its swimmerets, remove and crack the claw, dip and eat. Cut open the stomach, taste tomalley and roe, remove body meat, dip, and eat. Suck and nibble on legs and tail flaps. | lobster-dinner | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| e8391ac | One platter held two fillets of salmon, each thinly sliced and surrounded by appropriate garnishes and small rounds of dark bread. The other platter had a lush assortment of appetizers. "Why, that's perfectly lovely," said Sally, who immediately had a brioche round swathed with foie gras on the way to her mouth. I attacked the salmon. Between chews, Sally managed to say, "Please thank him for us. I'm sure it's a sweatshop in the kitchen, bu.. | imported salmon smoked-salmon irish-cuisine | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 43f4ad7 | Chef Danny O'Shea had truly outdone himself. In addition to the two types of salmon, and the foie gras brioches, of which Sally had just taken a second, there were artichoke bottoms filled with chervil-laced lobster, potato gaufrettes slathered with creme fraiche and topped with caviar, and wedges of hot fingerling potatoes coated with melted cheese and sprinkled with crumbled bacon. Carefully trimmed vegetable crudites garnished the platte.. | danny-o-shea irish-cuisine chef | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 0efcfb7 | Gravy is what Italian-Americans call tomato sauce, the three-hour kind with enough meat to feed a small country. My mother makes a huge pot of it every Sunday. It isn't so much about cooking as it is about connecting with her heritage. She likes knowing that generations of her maternal ancestors spent their Sunday mornings stirring what they called 'ragu' in their own kitchens. Even when we ate Sunday dinners at Nonna's, my mother made her .. | italian-american italian-cuisine tomato-sauce | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 51b8bf4 | My mother had just finished kneading a large mass of pasta dough and was patting it into a nice round ball before putting it aside to rest. That meant ravioli. We always began Sunday dinner with either ravioli or lasagne. The homemade pasta meant ravioli, because we buy the large sheets of dough for lasagne from Constantino's. Sitting on the stove, waiting for the oven to get up to temperature, was a roasting pan holding a large pork roast .. | ravioli roast | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 3266a55 | Like the idea that there were aliens among us. That there always have been, I mean. I'd read about Elvis being an alien and Richard Nixon being an alien and Jimi Hendrix and Donald Fucking Trump being aliens. | Sean Platt | ||
| 754057d | bigotry practiced by those outside the race was harmful enough without bigotry being meted out by those within. | Beverly Jenkins | ||
| 38a5808 | Beauty can blind you." "But it shouldn't make you stupid." | Beverly Jenkins | ||
| 810dd06 | In setting down these recollections of my early years so far removed from their unfolding, I am fooled, as all are, by time itself. My parents, long gone from my world, live again. Memory, which so confounds our waking life with anticipation and regret, may well be our one true earthly consolation when time slips out of joint." Chapter 6, The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue "Assembled in a small circle, our faces glowed in the flickering ligh.. | book-reviews stolen-child | Keith Donohue | |
| 7907aba | El temor de ofender a quienes me sostienen. Porque esta es la verdad; ellos me dan mi mantenimiento. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 12a05f9 | Sospirava molto - Quello e male. Ogni sospiro e come un sorso di vita che se va. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 2725e3a | Sto cominciando a pagare. E' meglio iniziare presto, per finire in fretta. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 6808730 | Hace calor aqui- dije. -Si, y esto no es nada- me contesto el otro. Calmese. Ya lo sentira mas fuerte cuando lleguemos a Comala. Aquello esta sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del infierno. Con decirle que muchos de los que alli se mueren, al llegar al infierno regresan por su cobija. | méxico vida muerte | Juan Rulfo | |
| 1e00246 | Alli, donde el aire cambia el color de las cosas; donde se ventila la vida como si fiera un murmullo; como si fuera un puro murmullo de la vida... | Juan Rulfo | ||
| b0bb469 | No me oyes? --pregunte en voz baja. Y su voz me respondio: --Donde estas? --Estoy aqui, en tu pueblo. Junto a tu gente. No me ves? --No, hijo, no te veo. Su voz parecia abarcarlo todo. Se perdia mas de la tierra. --No te veo. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| a244adc | No, no era posible calcular la hondura del silencio que produjo aquel grito. Como si la tierra se hubiera vaciado de su aire. Ningun sonido; ni el del resuello, ni el del latir del corazon; como si se detuviera el mismo ruido de la conciencia. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 534ff68 | La Media Luna estaba sola, en silencio. Se caminaba con los pies descalzos; se hablaba en voz baja. Enterraron a Susana San Juan y pocos en Comala se enteraron. Alla habia feria. Se jugaba a los gallos, se oia la musica; los gritos de los borrachos y de loterias. Hasta aca llegaba la luz del pueblo, que parecia una aureola sobre el cielo gris. Porque fueron dias grises, tristes para la Media Luna. Don Pedro no hablaba. No salia de su cuarto.. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| df454c7 | Ya lo sentira mas fuerte cuando lleguemos a Comala. Aquello esta sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del Infierno. Con decirle que muchos de los que alli se mueren, al llegar al Infierno regresan por su cobija. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| 318f8e3 | Signore, tu non esisti! Avevo chiesto la tua protezione per lui. Che lo proteggessi. Questo ti chiesi. Ma tu ti occupi solo delle anime. E quello che io voglio di lui e il suo corpo. Nudo e caldo d'amore; ardente di desiderio; mentre stringe il tremito dei miei seni e delle mie braccia. Il mio corpo trasparente sospeso sul suo. Il mio corpo leggero sostenuto e abbandonato alla sua forza. Che faro adesso delle mie labbra, senza la sua bocca .. | Juan Rulfo | ||
| d70293b | We live in a region where everything is given to us, thanks to Providence, but where everything is bitter. | Juan Rulfo |