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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e17e3ff | The impossible we do immediately. The unimaginable takes a little while. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 3619df4 | I found him in a Dumpster one day when he was a kitten and he promptly adopted me. Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 5d64b8e | It isn't a club," I said calmly. "It's a walking stick." "Six feet long." "It's traditional Ozark folk art." "With dents and nicks all over it." I thought about it for a second. "I'm insecure?" "Get a blanket." He held out his hand. I signed and passed my staff over to him. "Do I get a receipt?" He took a notepad from his pocket and wrote on it. Then he passed it over to me. It read: Received, one six foot tall traditional Ozark walking clu.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| f4452ad | Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others-- even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are. | Jim Butcher | ||
| b1608bb | Shame, child, is for those who fail to live up to the ideal of what they believe they should be." She waved her hand. "It was shame that drove me to my queen, to beseech her aid." Her long, delicate fingers idly moved to the streaks of white in her otherwise flawless red tresses. "But she showed me the way back to myself, through exquisite pain, and now I am here to watch over my dear godson--and the rest of you, as long as it is quite conv.. | humor leanansidhe molly-carpenter | Jim Butcher | |
| 3b2736a | Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't. | Jim Butcher | ||
| be33765 | You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you." | gavriel love tana | Holly Black | |
| 858df15 | I began to feel like I was wearing a sign on my forehead that said FUCKED UP in big neon letters. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 6435dde | It's never over. Not really. Not when you stay down there as long as I did, not when you've lived in the netherworld longer than you've lived in this material one, where things are very bright and large and make such strange noises. You never come back, not all the way. Always, there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier, thin as the glass of a mirror. You never come all the way out of the.. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| cdec417 | Human beings are strange creatures. As people come across one another they produce various outcomes. Good things, sometimes. And other times, bad. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 99103eb | Yuki: "Honda-san... you'd better stop, or he'll get a swelled head." Kyo: "Doesn't Shigure already HAVE a swelled head?" | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 0efbc7e | It's true. I......I wanted to be born in the year of the cat......! | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 787a617 | My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. | Karen Russell | ||
| bb6c924 | Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame | howl the-beats writing | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 9b5145b | Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces. | humor | Terry Pratchett | |
| d49e4ff | Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4103666 | Silverfish looked down. "Oh. Are you a dwarf?" Cuddy gave him a blank stare. "Are you a giant?" He said. "Me? Of course not!" "Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes." | dwarf perception perspective | Terry Pratchett | |
| bce16d1 | you were so worried about legal and illegal that you never stopped to think about whether it was right or wrong. | wright wrong | Terry Pratchett | |
| 193e171 | Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6b830da | Sometimes I think a man could wander across the disc all his life and not see everything there is to see,' said Twoflower. 'And now it seems there are lots of other worlds as well. When I think I might die without seeing a hundredth of all there is to see it makes me feel,' he paused, then added, 'well, humble, I suppose. And very angry, of course. | wanderlust | Terry Pratchett | |
| 0f69e04 | This, milord, is my family's axe. We have owned it for almost nine hundred years, see. Of course, sometimes it needed a new blade. And sometimes it has required a new handle, new designs on the metalwork, a little refreshing of the ornamentation . . . but is this not the nine hundred-year-old axe of my family? And because it has changed gently over time, it is still a pretty good axe, y'know. Pretty good. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4bf6553 | As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 7ea2195 | You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage. | reform | Terry Pratchett | |
| f298ea8 | But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c34c0b1 | His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales. He eyed me and said stiffly, "Don't land yourself into a boiling-pot, and as difficult as you may find it, try and present a respectable appearance." | Naomi Novik | ||
| d5f4321 | Well, I would have struck him, but I would have had to get up. You have no notion how difficult it is to arrange skirts when sitting down; it took me five minutes together the first time. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 414c95e | Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 6e34397 | He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did. | Susanna Clarke | ||
| 44eeb9f | The path to survival was to never give up on the small things. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| ffb4fd2 | smile first, then speak. | George Saunders | ||
| b17f89c | Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess. | George Saunders | ||
| caeed1d | I made strength from everything that had happened to me, so that in the end even the final tragedy could not defeat me. And that is what Ultima tried to teach me, that the tragic consequences of life can be overcome by the magical strength that resides in the human heart. --Antonio | Rudolfo Anaya | ||
| 219caeb | It is because good is always stronger than evil. Always remember that, Antonio. The smallest bit of good can stand against all the powers of evil in the world and it will emerge triumphant. | Rudolfo Anaya | ||
| 9cd7575 | Puck laughed, and it wasn't like that weird high-pitched giggle she'd heard out of children before, the one that begged the question: why would one possibly tickle a child just to elicit that noise? | Kresley Cole | ||
| a3f6c70 | Yes, peasants," he repeated slowly. "The lowliest of the low among humans." Then he enunciated, "Exceedingly backward and vulgar hillbillies." "Been called worse, mister." At his raised brows, she exhaled impatiently. "Bootlegger, moonshiner, Elly May Clampett, mountain mama, redneck, backwoods Bessie, hick, trailer trash, yokel, and, more recently, death-row con." "No references to mining? I'm disappointed." | Kresley Cole | ||
| 8188376 | The hour grows late." "Late? So? Do you have to be on Ash Campus early tomorrow? At the University of Nothing Matters?" | Kresley Cole | ||
| 34f7014 | but ready or not,life goes on. | Sidney Sheldon Family Limited Partnershi | ||
| eebde2c | I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 33aea13 | At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 2128fd8 | Do you know when they say soulmates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. "Soul mate wanted." It doesn't mean too much now. But soulmates - think about it. When your soul - whatever that is anyway - something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape - when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it... | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 7c45132 | The more I read, the more I felt connected across time to other lives and deeper sympathies. I felt less isolated. I wasn't floating on my little raft in the present; there were bridges that led over to solid ground. Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need. Literature is common ground. It is ground not managed wholly by commercial interests, nor can it be strip-mined l.. | connection freedom human-nature imagination literature reading wildness | Jeanette Winterson | |
| 9731c42 | Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. | oranges-are-not-the-only-fruit walls | Jeanette Winterson | |
| b2b3c14 | I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . . I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, | Richard Wright | ||
| 3f9c401 | Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetr.. | apple asymmetry atlantic autumn blind-man blossom bones clock colors depression eyes god horror journey left-eye living-things madness mirror nineteen-years-old power-of-sight prayer questions sacraments smile starlight tree wind | Tim Willocks |