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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7113850 | Yes," I said "You were saved by a girl. Horrible, isn't it?" He slid out and looked down at my bare legs. "Not just a girl, but a half-naked one. Now that's hot. If I'm still unconscious, don't wake me, okay?" | Kelley Armstrong | ||
| cde8b18 | mn byshtr b shkhst yftgn Hss hmdrdy mykhnm t b mqdsyn. gmn mykhnm khh mn qhrmny w tqds r zyd nmypsndm. anchh brym jlb st nsn bwdn st. | Albert Camus | ||
| b3a6068 | A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again. | Stephen King | ||
| 41584d0 | Life turns on a dime. | Stephen King | ||
| 9a04b42 | Symbolism exists to adorn and enrich, not to create an artificial sense of profundity. | writing | Stephen King | |
| cd41800 | Strange world isn't it? | world | Stephenie Meyer | |
| d0f1ca9 | She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze. | Paul Bowles | ||
| c9ae865 | People who think dying is the is the worst thing don't know a thing about life. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| cae6b0b | We 're all yearning for a wedge of sky, aren 't we? I suspect God plants these yearnings in us so we'll at least try and change the course of things. We must try, that's all" - Lucretia Mott in The Invention of Wings -- Sue Monk Kidd" | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 8fc7b63 | In many ways, women are death's natural companions. Every time a woman gives birth, she is creating not only a life, but a death. Samuel Beckett wrote that women "give birth astride of a grave." Mother Nature is indeed a real mother, creating and destroying in a constant loop." | Caitlin Doughty | ||
| 7479728 | Solitude is the playfield of Satan. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 9b16687 | If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation, our poet suggests here that human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b379d18 | Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple--these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d619650 | We hasten to alienate the very fates we intended to woo. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| a31e2f6 | The road now stretched across open country, and it occured to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 27533d8 | Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be provided for me, nothing could make my Lolita forget the foul lust I had inflicted upon her. Unless it can be proven to me -to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction- that in the infinitue run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl-child names Dolores Haze ha.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| dfaed6d | Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me. | Vladimir Nabokov Lolita | ||
| de9e1b3 | I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had figured out that with a mere fifty dollars in her purse she might somehow reach Broadway or Hollywood - or the foul kitchen of a diner (Help Wanted) in a dismal ex-prairie state, with the wind blowing, and the stars blinking, and the cars, and the bars, and the barmen, and everything soiled, torn, dead. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 13cdaad | The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for. | afterlife calm common-sense cradle darkness death eternity existence life life-after-death light man | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| df5eb97 | My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 3725b35 | Children of her type contrive the purest philosophies. Ada had worked out her own little system. Hardly a week had elapsed since Van's arrival when he was found worthy of being initiated in her web of wisdom. An individual's life consisted of certain classified things: "real things" which were unfrequent and priceless, simply "things" which formed the routine stuff of life; and "ghost things," also called "fogs," such as fever, toothache, d.. | fog life nabakov perfect real-things things towers | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| ab5e493 | do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| c3cf64c | dirty birdy | Stephen King | ||
| 6cd6321 | Man has come to dominate the planet thanks to two essential traits. One is intelligence. The other has been the absolute willingness to kill anyone and anything that gets in his way. | Stephen King | ||
| 5e9c4c6 | Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood. | heroin | Stephen King | |
| 7551d4d | Craziness is only a matter of degree, and there are lots of people besides me who have the urge to roll heads. They go to stock-car races and the horror movies and the wrestling matches they have in Portland Expo. Maybe what she said smacked of all those things, but I admired her for saying out loud, all the same--the price of honesty is always high. She had an admirable grasp of the fundamentals. Besides, she was tiny and pretty. | charlie decker grace king rage richard stanner stephen | Richard Bachman | |
| ae929a4 | Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve. | Stephen King | ||
| 939286a | Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started. | Stephen King | ||
| ba75bc5 | Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn't on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they're thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before. (Okay, m.. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| ee22099 | I would rather have someone read my diary than look at my iPod playlists. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| f5cc777 | For the time being Words scatter Are they fallen leaves? | leaves words | Ruth Ozeki | |
| 0851c9d | The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn't now, then where did it go ? | time | Ruth Ozeki | |
| 54aae4c | Peace fell upon her spirit. Strong comfort and assurance bathed her whole being. Life was so solid and splendid, and so good. | Thomas Wolfe | ||
| d1042f7 | Arrange your face | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 8c653f6 | I have never thought that a Christian would be free of suffering, umfundisi. For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering. | Alan Paton | ||
| 70e7351 | But the truth is, I want to be some woman's work boots, not her high heels." "Work boots?" What was sexy about that? And did women have work boots? "Yeah. You know, the boots she pulls out when she wants to get down and dirty, hiking or gardening or boating or painting the kitchen. The ones she relies on and trusts and lives her life hard and good and on her terms in. Her favorites." | relationship work-boots | Erin McCarthy | |
| b12f16e | They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9885054 | Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It's not a good arrangement. If I were God, I wouldn't have done it that way. | creation creative-process driving-forces hardship pain writing | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 052a486 | The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again. | hopeful unusual | Cormac McCarthy | |
| c8ec58b | This is an orchestration for an event. For a dance in fact. The participants will be apprised of their roles at the proper time. For now it is enough that they have arrived. As the dance is the thing with which we are concerned and contains complete within itself its own arrangement and history and finale there is no necessity that the dancers contain these things within themselves as well. In any event the history of all is not the history.. | destiny fate history war | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 13bb4be | He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorous dark like a sea-net. He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while.. | constellations sky stars wild | Cormac McCarthy | |
| ec35109 | Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle. | freedom frontier individualism justice liberalism libertarianism liberty mercy social-contract solidarity state-of-nature the-west | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 51b5fb6 | I read in the papers here a while back some teachers came across a survey that was sent out back in the thirties to a number of schools around the country. Had this questionnaire about what was the problems with teachin in the schools. And they come across these forms, they'd been filled out and sent in from around the country answerin these questions. And the biggest problems they could name was things like talkin in class and runnin in th.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f35debf | He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death. He slept little and he slept poorly. He dreamt of walking in a flowering wood where birds flew before them he and the child and the sky was aching blue but he was learning how to wake himself from just such siren worlds. Lying there in the dark with the uncanny taste of a peach from some phantom orch.. | Cormac McCarthy |