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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f8b0d0a | Thus, in pornographic novels, action has to be limited to the copulation of cliches. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 6280281 | Of the not very many ways known of shedding one's body, falling, falling, falling is the supreme method, but you have to select your sill or ledge very carefully so as not to hurt yourself or others. Jumping from a high bridge is not recommended even if you cannot swim, for wind and water abound in weird contingencies, and tragedy ought not to culminate in a record dive or a policeman's promotion. If you rent a cell in the luminous waffle, .. | suicide | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 0f93141 | for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 8c4b7fc | How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys? | Stephen King | ||
| e662fe4 | Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals? | Stephen King | ||
| 3d152d7 | God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny? | Stephen King | ||
| 615fcd3 | The three true ages of man are youth, middle age, and how the fuck did I get old so soon? | Stephen King | ||
| f803963 | Do not think it impossible just because it has never happened. - Friar Tuck | Stephen R. Lawhead | ||
| 5229051 | Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals. | Stephen King | ||
| aaf2644 | Adults are the real monsters. | Stephen King | ||
| 49817ce | Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again. | Stephen King | ||
| f9cd08e | Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words - the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find a book that has both good story and good words, treasure that book. | words story literature language | Stephen King | |
| 4959caf | A change is as good as a rest. | rest | Stephen King | |
| 1dd946d | A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean. | Stephen King | ||
| 47988cf | The thought of these vast stacks of books would drive him mad: the more he read, the less he seemed to know -- the greater the number of the books he read, the greater the immense uncountable number of those which he could never read would seem to be.... The thought that other books were waiting for him tore at his heart forever. | words literature reading | Thomas Wolfe | |
| 4b72973 | Me? I'm being ridiculous? You're the one flirting for your thesis. What the hell kind of degree is that anyway? A doctorate of dick tease? | insult thesis tease | Erin McCarthy | |
| 913698f | He's a pig and I don't allow livestock in the house. | pig | Erin McCarthy | |
| 4dfcad3 | It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a6aef5f | The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon in the west so that they lay opposed to each other across the earth, the sun whitehot and the moon a pale replica, as if they were the ends of a common bore beyond whose terminals burned worlds past all reckoning. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1d39e7e | The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come this far. A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bec4ff2 | It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5342a6f | What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabernacle. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cbbbcd9 | What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 328f3b6 | Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and every thing that you have chosen to care for. There's the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4ae67b0 | He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0691b84 | By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as the eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen .. | west storm weather | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 076d0f8 | The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead and closed his own eyes that he could see her running in the mountains, running in the starlight where the grass was wet and the sun's coming as yet had not undone the rich matrix of creatures passed in the night before her. Deer and hare and dove and groundvole all richly empaneled on the air for her deli.. | earth-shattering melancholy | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 5f93bed | What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 47b9321 | If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| da0fb7f | I don't know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful, it will make little difference whether she lives at all. | truth opportunism values | Cormac McCarthy | |
| baf2404 | Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up a chunk of rock. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things. The squatters in their rags nodded among themselves and were soon reckoning him correct, this man of learning, in all his speculations, and this the judge encouraged until they were right proselytes of the new order whereupon he laughed at them for fools. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5c3551a | Each the others world entire. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ca90847 | How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing. | living | Annie Dillard | |
| cb57e28 | Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 188b00b | What is the past but what we choose to remember? | past | Amy Tan | |
| ef93e49 | Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused. | Amy Tan | ||
| 743a2bb | The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| eb42d42 | Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one and everyone thinks everyone else's stinks. | humourosly-inspirational | Simone Elkeles | |
| e7ac5b4 | For every snake, there is a ladder; for every ladder,a snake | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 60df531 | To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. | looks reading writing handsomeness face gift talent | William Shakespeare | |
| c9344b3 | We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers. | religion | William Shakespeare | |
| c3b76ae | Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 19d4e18 | I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 903dc90 | Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point. | William Shakespeare |