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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 726adf0 | I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. | Jim Morrison | ||
| 273cdf0 | When you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d5f91eb | And the answer, said the judge. If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0233bc8 | This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 731e7b0 | Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a1d3056 | When the shooting starts would you rather be armed or legal? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cdf0e49 | If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1e4fe6c | I used to think that paired opposites were a given, that love was the opposite of hate, right the opposite of wrong. But now I think we sometimes buy into these concepts because it is so much easier to embrace absolutes than to suffer reality. I don't think anything is the opposite of love. Reality is unforgivingly complex. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 68340c9 | People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths. | Eudora Welty | ||
| 9538248 | I'm the one who got hit by that car, not you,' I tell him. 'Don't act like you're the victim here. You made choices I didn't ask you to make. I'm not sure anyone asked you to make them.' I'm screaming the words, not caring that the entire world can probably hear me. 'You think I like limping everywhere I go? I don't. I'm the victim! Be honest with me! You didn't care about me enough to trust me. I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 84dce0d | Make as much racket as you like people. Noise is life and an excess of noise is a sign that life is good. There will be time for us all to be quiet when we are safely dead. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| bb1b43b | I have no routines or personal history. One day I found out that they were no longer necessary for me and, like drinking, I dropped them. One must have the desire to drop them and then one must proceed harmoniously to chop them off, little by little. If you have no personal history, no explanations are needed; nobody is angry or disillusioned with your acts. And above all no one pins you down with their thoughts. It is best to erase all per.. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| ffced84 | Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! - Abigail | Arthur Miller | ||
| 752e568 | O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven | William Shakespeare | ||
| c5e818d | Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty. | life-lessons loyalty | William Shakespeare | |
| 535b4ce | No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth | William Shakespeare | ||
| ea0e40d | All that glisters is not gold. | William Shakespeare | ||
| f7ee34c | I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1eff45f | When you are describing, A shape, or sound, or tint; Don't state the matter plainly, But put it in a hint; | Lewis Carroll | ||
| 04622de | It is a pity indeed to travel and not get this essential sense of landscape values. You do not need a sixth sense for it. It is there if you just close your eyes and breathe softly through your nose; you will hear the whispered message, for all landscapes ask the same question in the same whisper. 'I am watching you -- are you watching yourself in me?' Most travelers hurry too much...the great thing is to try and travel with the eyes of the.. | travel new-journalism landscape place | Lawrence Durrell | |
| c404327 | I never miss a good chance to shut up | James Patterson | ||
| 4fab8c2 | the next morning, fang and i broke up. now let me get this strait, i broke up with him. a split second after he broke up with me. | James Patterson | ||
| 8952bb1 | Why, Yrael?" it said, as the last of the dark gave way to silver, and the shining sphere of metal sank slowly to the ground. "Why?" "Life," said Yrael, who was more Mogget than it ever knew. "Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon." | yrael mogget | Garth Nix | |
| a9fe8f5 | The moon likes secrets," Meran said. "And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations." -- | Charles de Lint | ||
| 4b256ee | What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words. | Marguerite Duras | ||
| d2bf3d1 | It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive. The fetus bailed out without a parachute. It landed in the sideline Astroturf, so upsetting the cheerleaders that for the remained of the afternoon their rahs were more like squeaks. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 9aa7c2d | Books may be temporary; dicks are forever. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b9c932d | Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 1d03fef | Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them," Amma said, pulling another Blow Pop from her pocket. Cherry. "Know what I mean? If someone wants to do fucked-up things to you, and you let them, you're making them more fucked up. Then you have the control. As long as you don't go crazy." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 23c7e84 | I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b66cc26 | He has a great smile, a cat's smile. He should cough out yellow Tweety Bird feathers, the way he smiles at me. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 6b82857 | We find ourselves only by looking to what we're not. | looking | Paul Auster | |
| f66ebc5 | As a result of his experiments he concluded that imitation was a real evil that had to be broken before real rhetoric teaching could begin. This imitation seemed to be an external compulsion. Little children didn't have it. It seemed to come later on, possibly as a result of school itself. That sounded right, and the more he thought about it the more right it sounded. Schools teach you to imitate. If you don't imitate what the teacher wants.. | learning grades imitation rhetoric school | Robert M. Pirsig | |
| b512d87 | There's nothing of any importance in life - except how well you do your work. Nothing. Only that. Whatever else you are, will come from that. It's the only measure of human value. All the codes of ethics they'll try to ram down your throat are just so much paper money put out by swindlers to fleece people of their virtues. The code of competence is the only system of morality that's on a gold standard. | Ayn Rand | ||
| c1572c8 | She survived it. She was able to survive it, because she did not believe in suffering. She faced with astonished indignation the ugly fact of feeling pain, and refused to let it matter. Suffering was a senseless accident, it was not part of life as she saw it. She would not allow pain to become important. She had no name for the kind of resistance she offered, for the emotion from which the resistance came; but the words that stood as its e.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 1ce6ced | She knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness, yet they could let each other see it without the need of protection. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 2be24a5 | There are no contradictions. If you find one, check your premises. | Ayn Rand | ||
| d3e3ae6 | I am, therefore I'll think | Ayn Rand | ||
| e984ef9 | Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because I'm not the Gail Wynand you'd heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love you'd want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated, because that's the impossible, in the inconceivable for you in your relations with people. That would be the one gift, the great exception you'd want to offer the man you loved. But it wouldn't be easy for you. | romance love romance-novels | Ayn Rand | |
| 9c44fb4 | For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness? | John Steinbeck | ||
| 0078fcd | Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away. | Arthur Golden | ||
| 5cd5269 | What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god." | Nora Roberts | ||
| b0564a4 | Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons. | good-and-evil evil | Nora Roberts | |
| 270eb87 | Love is not a finite emotion. We don't have only so much to share. | Dan Brown |