“Damn, I miss the internet. You could always find people doing stupid stuff on the internet.”
“The sun peeked over the horizon like the head of a giant radioactive manatee.”
“My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.”
“You…can ride a bike, can’t you?”
“Sure I can,” I said, getting onto one of the squeaky things. “At least I used to be able to. Haven’t done it in years, but it’s like riding a bike, right?”
“Technically, yes.”
“The world's gone mad: joining it is the only solution.”
“Pre-Calamity people had been weird. Awesome too--evidence: castle---but still pretty weird.”
“Cupcakes are too dainty for a Scotsman. Give him one, and he’ll ask why didn’t you shoot the wee cake’s parents instead and serve that.”
“Emergency? Knighthawk sent. I’m just bored.
I blinked, holding my phone and rereading that text.
Bored? I sent. You’re literally spying on the entire world, Knighthawk. You can read anyone’s mail, listen to anyone’s phone calls.
First, it’s not the whole world, he wrote. Only large chunks of North and Central America. Second, do you have any idea how mind-numbingly DULL most people are?
I started a reply, but a flurry of messages came at me, interrupting what I was going to say.
Oh! Knighthawk wrote. Look at this pretty flower!
Hey. I want to know if you like me, but I can’t say that, so here’s an awkward flirtation instead.
Where are you?
I’m here.
Where?
Here.
There?
No, here.
Oh.
Look at my kid.
Look at my dog.
Look at me.
Look at me holding my kid and dog.
Hey, everyone. I took a huge koala this morning.
Barf. The world is ruled by deific beings who can do stuff like melt buildings into puddles of acid, and all people can think of to do with their phones is take pictures of their pets and try to figure out how to get laid.”
“You realize he’s claiming to have been in the Olympics, she sent. But a leprechaun stole his medal.”
“We're not moments, Megan, you and me. We're events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I'm sure not. We change, like swirling clouds around a rising sun.”
“You want to fight a god? You'd better have one on your side too.”
“I thought I’d gotten over feeling like I need to strangle members of this team. Turns out my desire to murder Cody in a violent, dehumanizing fashion had nothing to do with the darkness. It was completely natural.”
“People are people. Whatever happens, they make communities, struggle for normalcy. Even”
“Is it gonna take my breath now,” Mizzy asked, “or, like, sometime down the road? I’d like to be prepared.”
“The comment quieted the room, like a sudden shout of "Who wants extra bacon?" at a bar mitzvah.”
“Groovy? Is that some kind of code word?”
“To a drone I’d have a tiny heat signature, like a squirrel or something. A secretly very, very deadly squirrel.”
“I have recalled my machines. We need to talk.” In reply, I fainted.”
“Keeping him in here is like snuggling up to a bomb, content that it’s not going to explode simply because you can still hear it ticking.”
“Failure is refusing to fight. Failure is remaining quiet and hoping someone else will fix the problem.”
“The robots, on the other hand, acted like a bunch of youthful dreams and got thoroughly crushed.”
“Cody said. “And David…” “Yeah?” “Y’all ever stick your tongue in my ear, and I’ll shoot ya in yer bagpipes.”
“I hate you,” I muttered. “Ach, now, don’t be like that. Ghosts are drawn to negative emotions, you see.”
“»No somos momentos, Megan, ni tú ni yo. Somos acontecimientos. ¿Dices que quizá no eres la misma persona que hace un año? Bien, ¿quién lo es? Yo no, por supuesto. Cambiamos, como las nubes en el cielo y el sol del amanecer.”
“You know, the fact that you were educated in a gun factory kinda shows sometimes,”
“He was afraid of stepping up, of becoming everything he could be—not because the powers themselves frightened him. But because if he tried, then the failure was far, far worse. At”
“Sometimes stupid is right," Megan said, then paused. "Hell. I hope nobody ever quotes me on that one.”
“The sunrise didn’t need to be beautiful to be beautiful.”
“I set the coffee aside and got a cup of water instead. I could never see why people drank that stuff. It tasted like soil boiled in mud, wit a topping of dirt.”
“Epics are weak because they are fools. They will destroy this world. Give men power, and they abuse it. That is all one needs to know.”
“A person is what he says and does; that's how you learn whether his reputation was earned or manufactured.”
“Not, like, that, boychik, you sound like a herd of elephants charging through a music store.”
“You could string a hundred endless days together,
My soul would find no comfort from this pain.
You laugh at my tale? You may be educated
But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane”
“We can formulate Plantinga’s version of the ontological argument as follows: 1) It is possible that a maximally great being exists. 2) If it is possible that a maximally great being exists, then a maximally great being exists in some possible world. 3) If a maximally great being exists in some possible world, then it exists in every possible world. 4) If a maximally great being exists in every possible world, then it exists in the actual world. 5) If a maximally great being exists in the actual world, then a maximally great being exists. 6) Therefore, a maximally great being exists.”
“Să aibă parte de o femeie matură trebuie să fie visul oricărui puşti. Dar cu mine e altceva. Ea mă interesează mai puţin ca iniţiatoare în erotism, cât pur şi simplu ca suflet şi gândire şi memorie de femeie coaptă, de femeie adevărată. Elevele sau studentele nu sunt, de cele mai multe ori, decât nişte mâţe închipuite, învăluite, e drept, în lumina de ambră a ochilor şi într-un fel de nonconformism năuc. Fără trecut, sau fără să şi-l conştientizeze încă, anexe de discotecă al căror erotism, când există, e unul pur social şi estetic, ele strepezesc imaginaţia ca nişte fructe încă necoapte. Cele mai multe nu se coc niciodată : le dispare şarmul şi se adaugă mulţimii de neveste cumsecade, cu o sinceră vocaţie a normalităţii. Ingineraşi, vaporeni, contabili - ei se aleg cu mândreţele de tigrese care unduiesc sub flacăra stroboscoapelor, sub peticele ameţitoare de lumină emise de globul cu oglinjoare.”
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