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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5744c31 | The novels that attract me most... are those that create an illusion of transperancy around a knot of human relationships as obscure, cruel and perverse as possible. | Italo Calvino | ||
| 42cd5b3 | by universal custom, your enemy is never more polite than when he is planning or has planned your destruction. | James Clavell | ||
| be111cc | I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else's paper words to say.... They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again? Does any trace remain, Along the superhighways of July? | Thomas Pynchon | ||
| 8f38f03 | He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in. | nostalgia | Thomas Pynchon | |
| 069ac37 | We know, at least, that this decision (ending factory farming) will help prevent deforestation, curb global warming, reduce pollution, save oil reserves, lessen the burden on rural America, decrease human rights abuses, improve publish health, and help eliminate the most systematic animal abuse in history. | factory-farming environment | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 79304e8 | And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| e6f6a9b | With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. | Denis Johnson | ||
| db48320 | I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| e6ad6c3 | When he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go. Now, of course, he saw that her self-effacing proposal was quite irrelevant. All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them. Love and patience- if only he had had them both at once- would surely have seen them both through. | marriage | Ian McEwan | |
| d3b26be | The more vast the amount of time we've left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 9647834 | lmwsyq~ blnsb@ lfrnz hy lfn l'kthr qrban mn ljml ldywnysy ldhy yqdWs lnshw@. ymkn lrwy@ 'w llwH@ 'n tdwWkhn wlkn bS`wb@. 'm m` lsmfwny@ lts`@ lbythwvn, 'w m` lswnt@ lmw'lf@ mn alty bynw walt lnqr lbrtwk, 'w m` 'Gny@ llbytlz, fn lnshw@ t`tryn. mn jh@ 'khr~ fn frnz l yfrWq byn lmwsyq~ l`Zym@ wlmwsyq~ lkhfyf@. fhdh ltfryq ybdw lh khbythan wblyan, fhw yHb mwsyq~ lrwk wmwzr `l~ Hd sw. lmwsyq~ blnsb@ lh mHrWr@: dh tHrrh mn lwHd@ wln`zl wmn Gbr lm.. | sex psychological political religion love philosophy جنس friedrich-nietzche milan-kundera neitzsche اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته ميلان-كونديرا نيتشه علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة religion-and-philoshophy حب philosophy-of-life friedrich-nietzsche sociology novel psychology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| 2d60aef | He looked at her and tried to discover behind her lascivious expression the familiar features that he loved tenderly. It was as if he were looking at two images through the same lens, at two images superimposed one on the other with one showing through the other. These two images showing through each other were telling him that was in the girl, that her soul was terrifyingly amorphous, that it held faithfulness and unfaithfulness, treache.. | sex relationships women | Milan Kundera | |
| 94d6a39 | You are a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers. | James Patterson | ||
| f30a609 | I suddenly had a little epiphany: all the books we own, both read and unread, are the fullest expression of self we have at our disposal. | Nick Hornby | ||
| d2ceba1 | Of course life frightens me sometimes. I don't happen to take that as the premise for everything else though. I'm going to give it hundred percent and go as far as I can. I'll take what I want and leave what I don't want. That's how I intend to live my life, and it things go bad, I'll stop and reconsider at that point. If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7fa406b | We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2ce4963 | Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood. | violence pain | Haruki Murakami | |
| fe1bc91 | Don't you see? It's just not possible for one person to watch over another person forever and ever. I mean, suppose we got married. You'd have to work during the day. Who's going to watch over me while you're away? Or if you go on a business trip, who's going to watch over me then? Can I be glued to you every minute of our lives? What kind of equality would there be in that? What kind of relationship would that be? Sooner or later you'd get.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2a2ae7d | If she did experience sex--or something close to it--in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity. | writing | Haruki Murakami | |
| 609b90e | you mean machines are like humans?" I shook my head. "No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it. With my Subaru, .. | love | Haruki Murakami | |
| c07c383 | Nakata's empty inside... Do you know what it means to be completely empty? Being empty is like a vacant house. An unlocked, vacant house. Anybody can come in, anytime they want. That's what scares me the most | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 8f20f0f | We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we're surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1aed897 | The two of them on top of the freezing slide, wordlessly holding hands. Once again they were a ten-year-old boy and girl. A lonely boy, and a lonely girl. A classroom, just after school let out, at the beginning of winter. They had neither the power nor the knowledge to know what they should offer to each other, what they should be seeking. They had never, ever, been truly loved, or truly loved someone else. They had never held anyone, neve.. | true-love | Haruki Murakami | |
| 85e21ed | Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me. | memories past real surreal remembering | Haruki Murakami | |
| 2b7a7cc | I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems. | Wisława Szymborska | ||
| 7ebab24 | Eccentricty had flowered into madness. | Laurie R. King | ||
| 87388ad | If they wanted their shit stirred, then stirred their shit was jolly well going to be. | funny | Stephen Clarke | |
| 60f2af2 | There are few takers for the quiet heart. | Steve Martin | ||
| 083e478 | What are the five products you want to focus on? Get rid of the rest, because they're dragging you down. They're turning you into Microsoft. They're causing you to turn out products that are adequate but not great. | microsoft | Walter Isaacson | |
| d81022f | don't say it. don't tell me that nobody's going to stare at me, because they will. don't tell me it doesn't matter, because it does. and don't tell me i look fine because that's a lie. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 6ba10c8 | Love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow -- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 33acb0f | What I'm certain I don't want is to find myself someday in a new century, an old bitter woman looking back, wishing that right now I'd had more nerve. | Charles Frazier | ||
| bb1b740 | Why?" I shrieked, hitting him again and again, and again, the sound of the blows thudding against his chest. "Why, why why!". Because I was afraid!" He got hold of my wrists and threw me backward so I fell across the bed. He stood over me, fists clenched, breathing hard. I am a coward, damn you! I couldna tell ye, for fear ye would leave me, and unmanly thing that I am, I thought I couldna bear that!" ~~~~~~~~~ You should have told me!" | romance | Diana Gabaldon | |
| e5e99ac | Any piece of good music is in essence a love song. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8457c41 | That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a0db3e1 | If ye loved him, he must ha' been a good man.' 'Yes, he...was.' 'Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 590090e | I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty. Jamie, thought, was something different. His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then... | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5e63b90 | He squinted at me. "What are you wearing? Is that some new form of birth control?" | randy-briggs | Janet Evanovich | |
| ace3411 | I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more | floor still safe sylvia-plath summer | Sylvia Plath | |
| da76d90 | But it seems to me that once you begin a gesture it's fatal not to go through with it. | John Updike | ||
| 97183e1 | Whoever's reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we are living now, and the connection must be there? Like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously? | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| acc3225 | Got to say, dying would really wreck my best day. Been there, done that, and now that I think about it, Artemis forgot to give me the t-shirt. | humour | Sherrilyn Kenyon | |
| 02213d0 | Alright, you'll get your bonus, buy play nice with her. Keep your sarcasm to a minimum. (Kyrian) Yes, O Great Lord and Master. Be nice to woman, keep mouth shut. (Nick) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| 7f46bd4 | Get your butt over there and start reading before I beat you with my Rod of Time. (Sin) I can think of much better things to do with your rod than beat me, baby. (Kat) Aww, gawd, we've degenerated into really bad punage. I yield. Save me before my IQ points are damaged. (Sin) | Sherrilyn Kenyon |