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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 666a567 | I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of. | Marilynne Robinson | ||
| 2ef88c0 | my brain had begun to endure its familiar siege: panic and dislocation, and a sense that my thought processes were being engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world. | depressed depression dislocation mental-illness panic toxic | William Styron | |
| 0e8a388 | Could you please stop with the beating? (Kat) He's being punished. Hello? This is Tartarus, remember the purpose of this part of the Underworld? We're not really warm and fluffy over here. (Hades) | Sherrilyn Kenyon | ||
| d6a43ea | It would be unreasonable to give you credit for being incredibly beautiful. | Graeme Simsion | ||
| 8c1c580 | Don't talk to the crazy kids. I longed to shout back that we weren't crazy. I'd mistaken her kid for a ghost, that's all. I wondered whether they had books about his sort of thing. Fifty Ways to Tell the Living from the Dead Before You Wind Up in a Padded Room. Yep, I'm sure the library carried that one. | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| 3d214b2 | Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together inside him and filled him, filled him until he felt himself brimming and flowing with something that was none of these. He did not believe it, but it came to him anyway, as it had touched him twice before and left him more barren than he had been. This time, there was too much of it for him to hold; it spilled through his fingers and toes, welled up equa.. | Peter S. Beagle | ||
| 870d3ba | Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?" he murmured, leaning closer to me as he spoke, his dark golden eyes piercing. I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me. "You're doing it again," I muttered. His eyes opened wide with surprise. "What?" "Dazzling me," I admitted, trying to concentrate as I looked back at him. "Oh." He frowned. "It's not your fault," I sighed. "You can't h.. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 9038b58 | The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire... | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| ab79814 | Damn rancid chicken. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 908d3c8 | Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain. | stephenie meyer | ||
| fd6c380 | I've never thought about dying, But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 226f0ad | Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said. | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 1adc018 | He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled. "You smell so good in the rain," he explained. "In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously. He sighed. "Both, always both." | Stephenie Meyer | ||
| 3b7e673 | Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4a76255 | All religions are based on obsolete terminology. | philosophy philosophy-of-religion religion theology translation | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 6da85ec | Satire is a lesson, parody is a game. | satire | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 4c90e67 | To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d585483 | You lose your immortality when you lose your memory. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 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. | language literature story words | 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. | literature reading words | 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 tease thesis | 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 .. | storm weather west | Cormac McCarthy |