“I wonder if I can get pizza in Avalon.”
― Stacey O'Neale, quote from Mortal Enchantment
“He pressed the blade of his sword into the ground. As he pulled his arm over his head for a stretch, a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and over a row of muscles on his stomach. I swallowed hard. The window's edge dug into my skin but I refused to move an inch. The tiny droplet disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. I had seen plenty of guys in gym class with their shirts off, but none of them looked like...that. He was physical perfection - a living work of art.
I sat on my knees with my chin relaxed on my crossed arms, unable to look away.
"Enjoying the view?" he said, eyes suddenly on me. His chiseled face wore an overly confident grin. Clearly he was used to being admired.
My cheeks burned.
I stood, pretending to check out the scenery. "Not much to see."
He raised an eyebrow, letting me know he knew I was full of crap.”
― Stacey O'Neale, quote from Mortal Enchantment
“I gotta say, I was really feeling the robe, but there's something about a girl in cartoon pajamas that does it for me.”
― Stacey O'Neale, quote from Mortal Enchantment
“Rowan was cocky, impatient, and downright infuriating. He winked and my stomach felt like a hundred dragonflies were doing summersaults. Nope, I refuse to be attracted to him.”
― Stacey O'Neale, quote from Mortal Enchantment
“He smirked and sat up "Simmer down, Jelly Bean.”
― Stacey O'Neale, quote from Mortal Enchantment
Stacey O'Neale
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“Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, quote from Haunted
“A Jewish man with his parents alive is half the time a helpless infant!”
― Philip Roth, quote from Portnoy's Complaint
“The principle that the end justifies the means is and remains the only rule of political ethics; anything else is just a vague chatter and melts away between one’s fingers.”
― Arthur Koestler, quote from Darkness at Noon
“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.”
― Orhan Pamuk, quote from My Name is Red
“EDMUND (with alcoholic talkativeness): You've just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected with the sea. Here's one. When I was on the Squarehead square rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. Full moon in the Trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself -- actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way. Then another time, on the American Line, when I was lookout on the crow's nest in the dawn watch. A calm sea, that time. Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of the ship. The passengers asleep and none of the crew in sight. No sound of man. Black smoke pouring from the funnels behind and beneath me. Dreaming, not keeping lookout, feeling alone, and above, and apart, watching the dawn creep like a painted dream over the sky and sea which slept together. Then the moment of ecstatic freedom came. The peace, the end of the quest, the last harbor, the joy of belonging to a fulfillment beyond men's lousy, pitiful, greedy fears and hopes and dreams! And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out, or lying alone on a beach, I have had the same experience. Became the sun, the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying in the tide. Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see -- and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!”
― Eugene O'Neill, quote from Long Day's Journey Into Night
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