“What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“That's Catholicism for you. A perpetual war between repression and excess.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Datemi del romantico, se vi va. Ma io credo nel crimine perfetto. Come il vero amore, è solo questione di tempo e pazienza.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Bola raz žena, vdova s tromi synmi, volali sa Čierny, Hnedý a Modrý. Čierny bol najstarší, výbušný a agresívny. Hnedý bol prostredné dieťa, tiché a nevýrazné. Modrého mala matka najradšej. A Modrý bol vrah.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“A história de toda a gente começa a meio da de outra pessoa, com meadas confusas de narrativa à espera de serem desenroladas. E de quem é esta história afinal?”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Vraj má človek len jeden život. Na internete zistíte, že to nie je pravda. Zadajte si do Googlu svoje meno a uvidíte, koľkí ďalší ho nosia. Sú to ľudia, ktorými by sme mohli byť: úbožiak, športovec, takmer slávny herec, odsúdenec čakajúci na smrť, slávny kuchár, osoba s rovnakým dátumom narodenia ako vy... tiene toho, čo mohlo byť, keby bolo všetko trochu inak.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
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“Dalam hidup kau akan bertemu banyak orang brengsek. Kalau mereka menyakitimu, katakan pada dirimu sendiri itu karena mereka bodoh. Itu akan membantu mencegahmu bereaksi pada kekejaman mereka. Karena tidak ada yang lebih buruk daripada kebencian dan balas dendam. Selalu jaga martabatmu dan jujurlah pada dirimu sendiri.”
― Marjane Satrapi, quote from Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
“[Anna] In February, I woke up from a nap. A bouquet of flowers gathered from the various bushes and shrubs scattered around the island lay on the blanket beside me, a small length of rope wound around their stems.
I found T.J. down at the shore. “Someone’s been checking the calendar.”
He grinned. “I didn’t want to miss Valentine’s Day.”
I kissed him. “You’re sweet to me.”
Pulling me closer, he said, “It’s not hard, Anna.”
I stared into T.J.’s eyes, and he started to sway. My arms went around his neck and we danced, moving in a circle, the sand soft and warm under our feet.
“You don’t need music, do you?”
“No,” T.J. said. “But I do need you.”
― Tracey Garvis-Graves, quote from On the Island
“In ninety seconds they were naked and he was nibbling at her ear while his hand rubbed her pubic mat; but a saboteur was at work at his brain. 'I love you,' he thought, and it was not untrue because he loved all women now, knowing partially what sex was really all about, but he couldn't bring himself to say it because it was not totally true, either, since he loved Mavis more, much more. 'I'm awfully fond of you,' he almost said, but the absurdity of it stopped him. Her hand cupped his cock and found it limp; her eyes opened and looked into his enquiringly. He kissed her lips quickly and moved his hand lower, inserting a ringer until he found the clitoris. But even when her breathing got deeper, he did not respond as usual, and her hand began massaging his cock more desperately. He slid down, kissing nipples and bellybutton on the way, and began licking her clitoris. As soon as she came, he cupped her buttocks, lifted her pelvis, got his tongue into her vagina and forced another quick orgasm, immediately lowering her slightly again and beginning a very gentle and slow return in spiral fashion back to the clitoris. But still he was flaccid.
'Stop,' Stella breathed. 'Let me do you, baby.'
George moved upward on the bed and hugged her. 'I love you,' he said, and suddenly it did not sound like a lie.
Stella giggled and kissed his mouth briefly. 'It takes a lot to get those words out of you, doesn't it?' she said bemusedly.
'Honesty is the worst policy,' George said grimly. 'I was a child prodigy, you know? A freak. It was rugged. I had to have some defense, and somehow I picked honesty. I was always with older boys so I never won a fight. The only way I could feel superior, or escape total inferiority, was to be the most honest bastard on the planet earth.'
'So you can't say 'I love you' unless you mean it?' Stella laughed. 'You're probably the only man in America with that problem. If you could only be a woman for a while, baby! You can't imagine what liars most men are.'
'Oh, I've said it at times. When it was at least half true. But it always sounded like play-acting to me, and I felt it sounded that way to the woman, too. This time it just came out, perfectly natural, no effort.'
'That is something,' Stella grinned. 'And I can't let it go unrewarded.' Her black body slid downward and he enjoyed the esthetic effect as his eyes followed her— black on white, like the yinyang or the Sacred Chao—what was the psychoses of the white race that made this beauty seem ugly to most of them? Then her lips closed over his penis and he found that the words had loosened the knot: he was erect in a second. He closed his eyes to savor the sensation, then opened them to look down at her Afro hairdo, her serious dark face, his cock slipping back and forth between her lips. 'I love you,' he repeated, with even more conviction. 'Oh, Christ, Oh, Eris, oh baby baby, I love you!' He closed his eyes again, and let the Robot move his pelvis in response to her. 'Oh, stop,' he said, 'stop,' drawing her upward and turning her over, 'together,' he said, mounting her, 'together,' as her eyes closed when he entered her and then opened again for a moment meeting his in total tenderness, 'I love you, Stella, I love,' and he knew it was so far along that the weight wouldn't bother her, collapsing, using his arms to hug her, not supporting himself, belly to belly and breast to breast, her arms hugging him also and her voice saying, 'I love you, too, oh, I love you,' and moving with it, saying 'angel' and 'darling' and then saying nothing, the explosion and the light again permeating his whole body not just the penis, a passing through the mandala to the other side and a long sleep.”
― Robert Shea, quote from The Illuminatus! Trilogy
“Everyone shines, given the right lighting.”
― Susan Cain, quote from Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking
“And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.”
― William Shakespeare, quote from Richard III
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