“Me too." I agree fervently. "Every film should definitely have a message."
Which is true. I mean... take the Lord of the Rings movies- they've got loads of messages. Like "Don't lose your ring.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“Ciao," I say casually, and flick my hair back. "Si. Ciao."
I could so be Italian. Except I might have to learn a few more words.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“I know this is our honeymoon. But just sometimes, I wish Luke was a girl.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“I feel a bit apprehensive as I see that he's looking directly at me. But I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? I mean, it's not like stalking is against the law.
Oh. Well, OK, maybe stalking is against the law. But I've only been doing it for five minutes. Surely that doesn't count. And anyway, how does he know I'm stalking anyone? I might just be sitting here for my pleasure.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“Something tells me organizing a protest against your husband’s client has got to be even worse than selling his Tiffany clocks.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“Material possessions aren't important to me," I say breathlessly. "All that matters to me is yoga.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“But that's what happens in life. People find new friends and new sisters. It's called natural selection.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“You’ve gone back to the way you used to be before. The way you promised you’d never be again.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“In business, if you want to make money, you have to spend money. If you want to have a result, you have to make an investment.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“I mean . . . take the Lord of the Rings movies—they’ve got loads of messages. Like “Don’t lose your ring.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“The first story is all about the president washing his piano. At least I’m pretty sure that’s what presidente and lavoro pieno must mean”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
“I can't move. I'm paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop's fable who couldn't choose between the bales of hay. They'll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from Shopaholic and Sister
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“Their other hands flipped up, palm to palm, and Merik’s only consolation as he and the domna slid into the next movement of the dance was that her chest heaved as much as his did. Merik’s right hand gripped the girl’s, and with no small amount of ferocity, he twisted her around to face the same direction as he before wrenching her to his chest. His hand slipped over her stomach, fingers splayed. Her left hand snapped up—and he caught it. Then the real difficulty of the dance began. The skipping of feet in a tide of alternating hops and directions. The writhing of hips countered the movement of their feet like a ship upon stormy seas. The trickling tap of Merik’s fingers down the girl’s arms, her ribs, her waist—like the rain against a ship’s sail. On and on, they moved to the music until they were both sweating. Until they hit the third movement. Merik flipped the girl around to face him once more. Her chest slammed against his—and by the Wells, she was tall. He hadn’t realized just how tall until this precise moment when her eyes stared evenly into his and her panting breaths fought against his own. Then the music swelled once more, her legs twined into his, and he forgot all about who she was or what she was or why he had begun the dance in the first place. Because those eyes of hers were the color of the sky after a storm. Without realizing what he did, his Windwitchery flickered to life. Something in this moment awoke the wilder parts of his power. Each heave of his lungs sent a breeze swirling in. It lifted the girl’s hair. Kicked at her wild skirts. She showed no reaction at all. In fact, she didn’t break her gaze from Merik, and there was a fierceness there—a challenge that sent Merik further beneath the waves of the dance. Of the music. Of those eyes. Each leap backward of her body—a movement like the tidal tug of the sea against the river—led to a violent slam as Merik snatched her back against him. For each leap and slam, the girl added in an extra flourishing beat with her heels. Another challenge that Merik had never seen, yet rose to, rose above. Wind crashed around them like a growing hurricane, and he and this girl were at its eye. And the girl never looked away. Never backed down. Not even when the final measures of the song began—that abrupt shift from the sliding cyclone of strings to the simple plucking bass that follows every storm—did Merik soften how hard he pushed himself against this girl. Figuratively. Literally. Their bodies were flush, their hearts hammering against each other’s rib cages. He walked his fingers down her back, over her shoulders, and out to her hands. The last drops of a harsh rain. The music slowed. She pulled away first, slinking back the required four steps. Merik didn’t look away from her face, and he only distantly noticed that, as she pulled away, his Windwitchery seemed to settle. Her skirts stopped swishing, her hair fluttered back to her shoulders. Then he slid backward four steps and folded his arms over his chest. The music came to a close. And Merik returned to his brain with a sickening certainty that Noden and His Hagfishes laughed at him from the bottom of the sea.”
― Susan Dennard, quote from Truthwitch
“Draw a line; draw a line that pleases you. And remember that it is not the artist's role to copy the outlines of things but to create a world of his own lines on paper." (pp.28-29)”
― Milan Kundera, quote from Life is Elsewhere
“The sight of the freshly swept floors and neatly furled curtains unsettled Wilder. He pulled the drawers on to the floor, heaved the mattresses off the beds, and urinated into the bath. His burly figure, trousers open to expose his heavy genitalia, glared at him from the mirrors in the bedroom. He was about to break the glass, but the sight of his penis calmed him, a white club hanging in the darkness. He would have liked to dress it in some way, perhaps with a hair-ribbon tied in a floral bow.”
― J.G. Ballard, quote from High-Rise
“You are one of the wealthiest women of the city, Gabriella.'
I smiled. Because like, two months ago, I was begging Mom to borrow thirty bucks for a sweater.
Rich. I could get into that.”
― Lisa Tawn Bergren, quote from Torrent
“Entonces el ruiseñor voló sobre el rosal que crecía alrededor del reloj de sol.”
― Oscar Wilde, quote from The Nightingale and the Rose
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