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Q U O T E S -- t h i n g s t o s a y |
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There was once, in the city of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its name. It stood by a mournful sea full of glumfish, which were so miserable to eat that they made the people belch with melancholy even though the skies were blue. -- Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie |
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You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appallingest excuse for an anthromorphic personification in this or any other plane! -- Death from Sandman: The Sound of her Wings by Neil Gaiman |
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Repeat after me. I do believe in commas. I do. I do. -- The Shoebox Project by Jaida and Rave |
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"I don't know what you mean by glory," said Alice.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't -- till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you'!"
"But glory doesn't mean 'a nice knock-down argument!" Alice objected.
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone. "It means exactly what I choose it to mean -- nothing more and nothing less." -- Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll |
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There is no such thing as moral or immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. -- The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde |
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If ever I had a thought that our race resembled humanity, looking at Thiede dispelled that illusion. He smiled at me. For a face so beautiful, his teeth are quite long.
". . . Do you like stories, Swift?"
"All lives are stories," I said. "To somebody, they're stories." He nodded thoughtfully. "Of course, this is true. I enjoy making my own stories, though."
"As you made up mine?"
"Yes. I construct the plot, place the characters and then they tend to become headstrong and run away from me. I lose control over them. Usually it is because of Love, a thing I once sought to eradicate in Wraeththu. Now I am not so sure I can, or if I even want to." -- Wraeththu by Storm Constantine |
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I am a lesser being, best forgotten, best reviled. I have no part in the future of kings. I lost my sense of chivalry an age ago. Thank God! -- Wraeththu by Storm Constantine |
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. . . and the yellow lights of Forever will be shining out to greet us. The doors will be flung wide open and the house inside will be alive with celebration. We shall walk into the hall and I shall see you there. I think you'll smile in that lopsided way you have and stand before me and say "You see, I couldn't keep away. I've come home."
. . . The bewitchm?ents of love and hate are perhaps the strongest magics in the world. Magic called you to us in the beginning. . . I called your name in a dream. Now I'm calling you again. Listen in the shadows; I'm whistling in the dark. -- Wraeththu by Storm Constantine |
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The desert had a peculiar barbaric beauty. Gray rocks rose like dragons from reddish, stony ground, and sometimes, strange warped plants sprouted rampantly like ukempt heads of hair or discarded rags. Lizards with flashing scales skidded away from us and wide-winged carrion-birds rode the hot air above..... Our water tasted tepid and sour. Hungry insects gorged themselves dizzy on our blood. -- Wraeththu by Storm Constantine |
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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. -- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by TS Elliot
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shape without form, shade without color -- Hollow men by TS Elliot |
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My childhood is perserved as a nation's history, my favorite fairytales the shells leased to a hermit crab. -- Slips by Medbh McGuckian |
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And we are here as if on a darkling plain, swept up with confused alarms of struggle and flight where ignorant armies clash by night -- Dover Beach by Mathew Arnold |
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May you live an interesting life -- a Chinese curse by unknown |
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"I can't believe he would take advantage of my amnesia!" -- unknown naruto fic by some ficcer from the pit 'o voles |
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"Dash it, Kit, couldn't let her go off [eloping] to France without a toothbrush!" expostulated Freddy. "Must see that. Not the thing at all! Bought her a brush and comb as well -- " -- Cotilion by Georgette Heyer |
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"I do think," Kitty said ferevently, "That Freddy is truly the most chivalorous person imaginable!"
Freddy's sister, regarding her with awe, opened her mouth and shut it again, swallowed, and managed to say in a faint voice: "Do you, indeed?
"Yes, and a great deal to the purpose than all the people one was taught to revere, like Lancelot, and Sir Galahad, and Sir Lochnivar, and -- and -- that kind of man! I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons, but you may depend upon it one of those knight-errants would not be able to rescue one from a social fix, and you must own, Meg, that one has not the smallest need for a man who can kill dragons. And as for riding off with one in the middle of a party, which I have always thought must be extremely uncomfortable, and not at all the thing one would wish to happen to one -- What is the matter?"
"Meg raised her head from the sofa cushions. "He w-would say it was n-not at all the t-thing!" -- Cotilion by Georgette Heyer |
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