“The avenues he had taken as a young man had pretty much dictated what the remaining years of his life would be like.”
― David Baldacci, quote from The Winner
“and out of his life. As he”
― David Baldacci, quote from The Winner
“in this house, speaking and thinking”
― David Baldacci, quote from The Winner
David Baldacci
Born place: in Richmond, Virginia, The United States
Born date August 5, 1960
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“You make yourself sound like a Venn diagram. ‘The set of all sets which are members of themselves’ or something.” “I feel like it,” he admitted. “But I’ve got to keep track somehow.” “What contains Lord Vorkosigan?” she asked curiously. “When you look in the mirror when you step out of the shower, what looks back? Do you say to yourself, Hi, Lord Vorkosigan?” I avoid looking in mirrors . . . “Miles, I guess. Just Miles.” “And what contains Miles?” His right index finger traced over the back of his immobilized left hand. “This skin.” “And that’s the last, outer perimeter?” “I guess.” “Gods,” she muttered. “I’ve fallen in love with a man who thinks he’s an onion.” Miles”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, quote from Brothers in Arms
“Any instructions?” Carpenter said.
“Yeah,” Shane said. “Shoot anybody who looks at Agnes funny. And anybody else you don’t like. I’m getting tired of this shi*.”
“Somebody needs a hug,” Carpenter said.
“Humor,” Shane said. “Har.”
― Jennifer Crusie, quote from Agnes and the Hitman
“Sure. I would go. Balloon or bus or thumb out onthe highway”
― Nova Ren Suma, quote from Imaginary Girls
“By the middle of the afternoon it had rained so much that the drains were overflowing, clogged up with leaves and newspapers.
The water built up until it was sliding across the road in great sheets, rippled by the wind and parted like a football crowd by passing cars.
I was shocked by the sheer volume of water that came pouring out of the darkness of the sky.
Watching the weight of it crashing into the ground made me feel like a very young child, unable to understand what was really happening.
Like trying to understand radio waves, or imagining computers communicating along glass cables.
I leant my face against the window as the rain piled upon it, streaming down in waves, blurring my vision, making the shops opposite waver and disappear.
There was a time when I might have found this exhilarating, even miraculous, but not that day.
That day it made me nervous and tense, unable to concentrate on anything while the noise of it clattered against the windows and the roof.
I kept opening the door to look for clear skies, and slamming it shut again.
And then around teatime, from nowhere, I smashed all the dirty plates and mugs into the washing-up bowl.
Something swept through me, swept out of and over me, something unstoppable, like water surging from a broken tap and flooding across the kitchen floor.
I don't quite understand why I felt that way, why I reacted like that.
I wanted to be saying it's just something that happens.
But I was there, that day, slamming the kitchen door over and over again until the handle came loose.
Smacking my hand against the worktop, kicking the cupboard doors, throwing the plates into the sink.
Going fuckfuckfuck through my clenched teeth.
I wanted someone to see me, I wanted someone to come rushing in, to take hold of me and say hey hey what are you doing, hey come on, what's wrong.
But there was no one there, and no one came. ”
― Jon McGregor, quote from If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
“Das Meer war ein lebendiges Wesen, so unberechenbar wie ein großer Theaterschauspieler: es konnte ruhig und freundlich sein, konnte sein Publikum mit offenen Armen willkommen heißen und schon im nächsten Moment sein stürmisches Temperament unter Beweis stellen, Menschen herumschleudern, als wollte es sie hinauswerfen, konnte Küsten attackieren und ganze Inseln zerstören. Es hatte verspielte Seiten, es mochte die Menschen, schaukelte Kinder, kippte Luftmatratzen, brachte Windsurfer aus dem Gleichgewicht, ging aber gelegentlich auch Seeleuten helfend zur Hand – alles mit einem verschmitzten Kichern.”
― Cecelia Ahern, quote from The Gift
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