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| b51facd | Fiction has two uses. Firstly, it's a gateway drug to reading. The drive to know what happens next, to want to turn the page, the need to keep going, even if it's hard, because someone's in trouble and you have to know how it's all going to end ... that's a very real drive. And it forces you to learn new words, to think new thoughts, to keep going. To discover that reading per se is pleasurable. Once you learn that, you're on the road to re.. | libraries reading | Neil Gaiman | |
| 613a84f | In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid. | writers | Neil Gaiman | |
| a02c455 | As You Think, So Shall You Be. | Wayne W. Dyer | ||
| 3123dff | DESPISE THE FREE LUNCH JUDGMENT What is offered for free is dangerous-it usually involves either a trick or a hidden obligation. What has worth is worth paying for. By paying your own way you stay clear of gratitude, guilt, and deceit. It is also often wise to pay the full price--there is no cutting corners with excellence. Be lavish with your money and keep it circulating, for generosity is a sign and a magnet for power. | Robert Greene | ||
| 9c4f520 | Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day? Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well...you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. | William Goldman | ||
| 71ffdd5 | It was a lie but he believed in telling lies to people. Truth telling and medicine just didn't go together except in dire emergencies, if then. | Mario Puzo | ||
| 35c8bd8 | I'll tell you the only real truth. Cunt is where it all begins and where it all ends. Cunt is the only thing worth living for. Everything else is a fake, a fraud and just shit. | Mario Puzo | ||
| 4eb7ae9 | Oh," Jamie offered in a bright voice. "I could cook some--" "NO!" Mae, Annabel, and Nick all exclaimed as one. Annabel gave Nick a slightly startled look. He was too busy giving Jamie a forbidding look to notice. "Look, I am getting ," Jamie argued. "I saw you put rice in a toaster once," said Mae. "I was there when you made that tin of beans explode." "It was faulty," Jamie protested, his eyes shifty. "I am sure of this." | Sarah Rees Brennan | ||
| 4d6fd5b | After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby. | random | Jeff Lindsay | |
| 4c2a2e1 | I'll still be missing you as much as ever. I'l still smile at the memory of you. I'll still be - Okay, I'll say it again - loving you, but I won't abandon myseld for you. I cannot be faithful to you without being faithful to myself. | Jerry Spinelli | ||
| 22bf9f4 | Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal (...). There is a tendency (...) for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious-because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiori.. | equality meritocracy | Harper Lee | |
| d964a1d | They're ugly, but those are the facts of life. | Harper Lee | ||
| 1e11e67 | Atticus---" ...said Jem bleakly. "How could they do it, how could they?" "I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before & they did it tonight & they'll do it again & when they do it--- seems that only children weep." | to-kill-a-mockingbird jem | Harper Lee | |
| 98217c4 | Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard...And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind ro.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 0ff30d0 | Being incomprehensible offers unparalleled protection against having nothing to say...but writing with simplicity requires courage, for there is a danger that one will be overlooked, dismissed as simpleminded by those with a tenacious belief that the impassable prose is a hallmark of intelligence. | Alain de Botton | ||
| 99e93b5 | It is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad, and to lonely service stations that we should drive when there is no one for us to hold or love. | Alain de Botton | ||
| a3b2f25 | O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. - | virtue innocence-lost innocence seduction | William Blake | |
| b69beac | Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. | William Blake | ||
| d07fdbc | Thir must be less tae life than this | Irvine Welsh | ||
| cc79756 | I was filled with such a dangerous delicious intoxication that I could have walked straight off the steps into the air, climbing on the strength of my own drunkeness into the stars. And the intoxication, as I knew even then, was the recklessness of infinite possibility. | Doris Lessing | ||
| 1d8e435 | They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will grow again one day." | David Almond | ||
| f2f9e19 | It's going to be a grim day when the world is run by a generation that doesn't know anything but what it's seen on TV. | Bill Watterson | ||
| c778cc5 | Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword. | Sir Walter Scott | ||
| 79157bf | My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly | Scott Westerfeld | ||
| 22f9364 | By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!" "There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can." | Lloyd Alexander | ||
| 8b76dac | One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning. | Connie Willis | ||
| 908be55 | One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief. He had a theory about it. It happened, and re-happened, because it was a city uninterested in history. Strange thing.. | Colum McCann | ||
| 0a64081 | I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incompreh.. | silence stars light nature eloquent fecundity incomprehensible womb veins stone blood | Henry Miller | |
| 2ad1e09 | We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are unnecessary -- or disadvantageous. We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another? We move our bodies to and fro and incredible speeds, but do we really leave the spot we started from? Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered. What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers,.. | Henry Miller | ||
| 4cc7e7d | Man's happiness today consists in "having fun." Having fun lies in the satisfaction of consuming and "taking in" commodities, sights, food, drinks, cigarettes, people, lectures, books, movies--all are consumed, swallowed. The world is one great object for our appetite, a big apple, a big bottle, a big breast; we are the sucklers, the eternally expectant ones, the hopeful ones--and the eternally disappointed ones." | Erich Fromm | ||
| d155009 | The man who lives in a small community lives in a much larger world. He knows much more of the fierce variety and uncompromising divergences of men...In a large community, we can choose our companions. In a small community, our companions are chosen for us. Thus in all extensive and highly civilized society groups come into existence founded upon sympathy, and shut out the real world more sharply than the gates of a monastery. There is noth.. | small-towns | G.K. Chesterton | |
| 01a4c98 | I'm just trying to wake up - I'm so afraid of sleeping all my life and then dying - I want to wake up first. I wouldn't care if it was just for an hour, as long as I was properly alive and awake... | Philip Pullman | ||
| 9d4a93f | Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny. | James M. Cain | ||
| 8cd57fa | Curran grinned and my heart made a little jump. I didn't expect that. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 1a2e7c0 | A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| bf1923c | Derek favored his left side. His horse refused to bear him. I couldn't blame the horse. I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me, either. But it made us slow. | kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 8e095f7 | If your head explodes can I have your stuff? | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 287a817 | my father asked. "If you build a tower in Lawrenceville, I will smash it, set it on fire, and salt the ground it stood on." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| d02dbb5 | He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?" "Nope!" "Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me." | funny magic-burns julie kate-daniels kate | Ilona Andrews | |
| 1265534 | Congratulations," he said, his voice dry. "You finally managed to find a woman as tragically noble as yourself. I didn't think one existed." "I'm not tragic." Kaldar held up his hand. "Spare me. Some children are born wearing a silk shirt; you were born wrapped in melancholy. When they slapped you to make you cry, you just sighed heavily and a single tear rolled from your eye." He dragged his finger from the corner of his left eye to his ch.. | kaldar-mar richard-mar | Ilona Andrews | |
| 0299048 | The sound of my name in his voice stopped me in midturn. I don't know how the hell he did it, but whenever he said my name, it cut through all other distractions and made me pause, as if he'd clenched me to him and kissed me. | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 55957e5 | It's like you had a coming-out party," Andrea said. "You've been presented to polite society, except now everybody wants to kill you." "Spare me." "Kate Daniels, a debutante." Andrea grinned. "It's not funny." "It's hilarious." The smile slid off Andrea's face and she vomited on the snow. "Karma," I told her." | Ilona Andrews | ||
| 5bb972d | Such is life. It is no cleaner than a kitchen; it reeks like a kitchen; and if you mean to cook your dinner, you must expect to soil your hands; the real art is in getting them clean again, and therein lies the whole morality of our epoch. | morality | Honoré de Balzac | |
| 5d31ea4 | If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down. | romance love | Honoré de Balzac |