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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| eb9d106 | Doughboy, we need to talk." Doughboy opened his wax eyes. "Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you've remembered that you need my brilliant guidance." "Actually we need to become a coat." | Rick Riordan | ||
| 7c6dfd4 | I frowned. "You mean Set's got, like, other evil gods on speed dial?" | Rick Riordan | ||
| c4f420b | Remembering is a great invention of the mind. | Rodman Philbrick | ||
| 411fa4c | Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren't there. "I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas," he said when they'd fought their way to the car. "I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am." | J.D. Robb | ||
| bc382e9 | Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt? | farm-animals humor revolt | J.D. Robb | |
| 76abbec | Eve (to Roarke): "Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'd go through it all again. I'd go through every minute of the hell to have you, to have my badge, to have this life." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 30cc6bf | How white is an Irishman's ass?" Eve wondered out loud. "You should know, darling." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 59e3644 | I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis." "We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis." She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. "You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out." "Shut up, Eve." "Your penis won't save you then, Pal." | eve-dallas penis roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| a4520ed | You can only chase a butterfly for so long. | butterfly chase culloden historical-fiction jane-yolen scottish stuart young-adult | Jane Yolen | |
| 517f387 | Before our white brothers came to civilize us we had no jails. Therefore we had no criminals. You can't have criminals without a jail. We had no locks or keys, and so we had no thieves. If a an was so poor that he had no horse, tipi or blanket, someone gave him these things. We were to uncivilized to set much value on personal belongings. We wanted to have things only in order to give them away. We had no money, and therefore a man's worth .. | John Lame Deer | ||
| bea8d7e | My voice is clotted with unshed tears. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 2ee86c9 | By now you know: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, "Take me to your leaders." Even I--unused to your ways though I am--would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them. Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, yo.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 68a7dc8 | This has been her problem all her life: picturing other people's responses. She's too good at it. She can picture the response of anyone--other people's reactions, their emotions, their criticisms, their demands--but somehow they don't reciprocate. Maybe they can't. Maybe they lack the gift, if it is one. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b014dc9 | I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them. | Dodie Smith | ||
| b27628a | Human skin is porous; the world flows through you. Your senses are large pores that let the world in. By being attuned to the wisdom of your senses, you will never become an exile in your own life, an outsider lost in an external spiritual place that your will and intellect, have constructed. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 9037ec0 | I wish I could sleep with you," Echo's sexy-ashell drowsy voice mumbled through the phone. "Say the word, baby, and I'll rock your world." | Katie McGarry | ||
| c0687cb | I need you." "I'm here." And we sit in silence." | friendship | Katie McGarry | |
| 9485da0 | Baseball isn't just a game. It's the smell of popcorn drifting in the air, the sight of bugs buzzing near the stadium lights,the roughness of the dirt beneath your cleats. It's the anticipation building in your chest as the anthem plays, the adrenaline rush when your bat cracks against the ball, and the surge of blood when the umpire shouts after you pitch. It's a team full of guys backing your every move, a bleacher full of people cheeri.. | passions ryan | Katie McGarry | |
| 9912919 | The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset. | Julie Garwood | ||
| 5f2f96b | I wasn't going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue." Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. "Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest." "I'm already asleep. You're the one gabbing." | dark feehan guardian jaxon lucian montgomery | Christine Feehan | |
| 53ae500 | Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| fb15b10 | To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| c23a321 | This is the sixty-nine," I told him, presenting the magazine in front of him. I put my fingers -- two of them -- on the action, so that he would not overlook it. "Why is it dubbed sixty-nine?" he asked, because he is a person hot on fire with curiosity. "It was invented in 1969. My friend Gregory knows a friend of the nephew of the inventor." "What did people do before 1969?" "Merely blowjobs and masticating box, but never in chorus." | humorous sex | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| aecbe1d | I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. He smiled, like he was nervous. I could tell he didn't understand, which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shirt. "Do? You? Really? Love? New York?" He said, "New York?" I said, "Your. Shirt." He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said "New," and the Y and said "York." He looked confused or embarrassed, or surprised, .. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8980865 | That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 46896b6 | One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 816a3af | Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman). | Milan Kundera | ||
| 7115f26 | Optimism is the opium of the people. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6b95000 | If I had two lives, in one life I could invite her to stay at my place, and in the second life I could kick her out. Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do. But we only live once. Life's so light. Like an outline we can't ever fill in or correct... make any better. It's frightening"." | Milan Kundera | ||
| 525053a | So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up. | Nick Hornby | ||
| b6caea0 | No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It's like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura | runaway shadow travel yourself | Haruki Murakami | |
| b0c14e1 | I've had that kind of experience myself: I'm looking at a map and I see someplace that makes me think, 'I absolutely have to go to this place, no matter what'. And most of the time, for some reason, the place is far away and hard to get to. I feel this overwhelming desire to know what kind of scenery the place has, or what people are doing there. It's like measles - you can't show other people exactly where the passion comes from. It's curi.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7612280 | That's wrong," she declared. "Everyone must have one thing that they can excel at. It's just a matter of drawing it out, isn't it? But school doesn't know how to draw it out. It crushes the gift. It's no wonder most people never get to be what they want to be. They just get ground down." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a51b2fa | And you'll return to real life. You need to live it to the fullest. No matter how shallow and dull things might get, this life is worth living. I guarantee it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 65b0b6e | It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me. | thought-provoking | Haruki Murakami | |
| c99133a | This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 11f1b8e | I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 48b7caf | Life has a way of getting what it wants when it really knows what it wants. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 17bdf9b | Well that's the problem with paradise- nothing attracts a serpent quite like it. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| ccbe8f0 | All I need is backup. He's the little angel that sits on my shoulder whispering in my ear, "You can do it!" It's funny. I'm thirty years old now and I still feel like a little girl. I'm still looking around to check and see what other people are doing to make sure I'm not completely different; I'm still looking around for help, hoping for a quick nudge and a whisper of advice. But I can't seem to be able to catch anybody's eye. Nobody else .. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 1a89353 | When I started school I thought that people in sixth class were so old and knowledgeable even though they were no older than twelve. When I reached twelve I reckoned the people in sixth year, at eighteen years of age, must have known it all. When I reached eighteen I thought that once I finished college then I would really be mature. At twenty-five I still hadn't made it to college, was still clueless and had a seven-year-old daughter. I wa.. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 92ea3fc | Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it. | choices | Jodi Picoult | |
| 305a6f4 | Anna is the only proof I have that I was born into this family. Instead of dropped off on the doorstep by some Bonnie and Clyde couple that ran off into the night. On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong. (Jesse) | Jodi Picoult | ||
| bfafb4c | This is just my way of pointing out that we people who leap without looking are not stupid. We know damn well we might be headed for a fall. But we also know that, sometimes, it's the only way out. | Jodi Picoult |