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ijustkindalikebooks · a day ago
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At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.”
― Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading.
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malecftmaxrafe · 2 days ago
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“I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you from having to give a straight answer."
"Perhaps so," said the Queen with an amused smile.
“'Mayhap' is a good word too," Alec suggested.
"Also 'perchance,'" Izzy said.
"I see nothing wrong with 'maybe'," said Simon. "A little modern, but the gist of the idea comes across.”
―City of Lost Souls, The Mortal Instruments 5.
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arielseaworth · 7 months ago
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"Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”
- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré
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eggsaladstain · 7 months ago
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He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near.
Six of Crows, Chapter 38
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bookaddict24-7 · 2 months ago
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Books are not about passing time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds. Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it.
The Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett
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listentothestories · a month ago
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Because that is what one does in a bookstore: One loses track of time.
Steven A Rigolosi, The Outsmarting of Criminals
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soulshippers · 2 months ago
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He stared at Rey.
She stared back at him, her gaze level and unafraid. There was no hatred in her eyes, as there once had been. But there was no compassion, either.
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fireismine · a month ago
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Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month
Day 30 → Disrupting Gender Norms
Daenerys is speculated to be Azor Ahai/The Prince that was Promised, subverting expectations that the saviour of the world would be a man.
"No one ever looked for a girl," he said. "It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought . . . the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King's Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it." - Samwell IV, A Feast for Crows
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readtilyoudie · 26 days ago
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“More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! 'Well, he's fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,' she said. 'Half the time I think he doesn't care what happens to anyone as long as he's alright--but then I find out how awfully kind he's been to someone. Then I think he's kind just when it suits him--only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don't know, Your Majesty. He's a mess.” ― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle
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zathalia · a month ago
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‘Had she really thought I would not know him?’
-TSOA/CQL
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eggsaladstain · 7 months ago
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“It’s funny,” Zoya said contemplatively. “I understand why the Darkling and Nikolai want your power. But Mal looks at you like you’re...well, like you’re me.”
“No, he doesn’t,” said Tolya. “He watches her the way Harshaw watches fire. Like he’ll never have enough of her. Like he’s trying to capture what he can before she’s gone.”
Ruin and Rising, Chapter 13
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aquotecollection · a year ago
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Maybe Eve was never meant to be our warning. Maybe she was meant to be our model. Own your wanting. Eat the apple. Let it burn.
Untamed, Glennon Doyle
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wedge-of-words · 8 months ago
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In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June. Toward the fringe of the wood, the young trees were yellow with the first tinge of new leaves; woodpeckers laughed and drummed in the copses and, lying in bed with my window open, I could hear the rush and gurgle of the melted snow running in the gutters all night long.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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listentothestories · a month ago
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He loved October. Had always loved it. There was something sad and beautiful about it—the ending and beginning of things.
Jacqueline Woodson
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burntpink · 6 months ago
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“There is no right remedy for soul aches; this lady languishes, because it seems to her that I do not love her” [...] While Mrs. Evarista's tears were plentiful and sincere, they did not shake him. A man of science, and only of science, nothing dismayed him outside of science;
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