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  • #1
    Anne Rice
    “I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #2
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #3
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “But he found that a traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are for ever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #7
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doting parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture?
    But I was doomed to live;”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #8
    Anne Rice
    “To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost."
    So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions."
    An absence of need for illusions," he said. "A love of and respect for what is right before your eyes.”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #11
    Anne Rice
    “I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #11
    John Joseph Powell
    “It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”
    John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love

  • #12
    Don DeLillo
    “No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.”
    Don DeLillo, White Noise

  • #13
    Anne Rice
    “Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn't come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them out on my own.
    Yet I never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall.
    Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this."
    — Lestat de Lioncourt”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #13
    Kristian Ventura
    “If I ask you to dance, you'll know I've been waiting
    So instead, I will whistle in the cold under my umbrella,
    Carrying a tune that I know you'd be hating,
    Killing what I want the most in case it won't want me.”
    Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

  • #14
    Tim O'Brien
    “They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall. So easy, really. Go limp and tumble to the ground and let the muscles unwind and not speak and not budge until your buddies picked you up and lifted you into the chopper that would roar and dip its nose and carry you off to the world. A mere matter of falling, yet no one ever fell. It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frightened to be cowards.”
    Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

  • #15
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

  • #15
    Anne Rice
    “Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #16
    Anne Rice
    “But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #18
    John Keats
    “Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,
    What can I do to kill it and be free?”
    John Keats

  • #21
    Henry Van Dyke
    “Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
    And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
    And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
    But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
    Henry Van Dyke

  • #22
    Ivan E. Coyote
    “I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”
    Ivan E. Coyote

  • #24
    Anne Rice
    “Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”
    Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned
    tags: bad

  • #25
    Samantha Schutz
    “Even the pigeons are dancing, kissing,
    going in circles, mounting each other.
    Paris is the city of love,
    even for the birds.”
    Samantha Schutz, I Don't Want To Be Crazy

  • #26
    Samantha Chase
    “Her body was so slim, so… everything. His hands began to twitch with the need to touch her. Wearing deep purple lace to cover her breasts, she looked so damn perfect.
    Then she sighed his name.
    And he was lost”
    Samantha Chase, Christmas On Pointe

  • #27
    Frank Herbert
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #27
    Connie Mason
    “And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with each stitch.
    “Light as a feather. Like this.”
    He moved his hand from her arm to her breast. His fingertips brushed the bared skin above her bodice in teasing strokes. She held herself still, beguiled by the sensation. She’d never have guessed her body would react so to a man. She should be afraid, she knew, but her only fear was that he’d stop.
    His touch moved down, between the stiff boning of her bodice and the soft, thin chemise, circling her nipple slowly through the cloth of her undergarment.
    Oh, how he made her ache. He tormented that needy skin with his nearness. She fought the urge to squirm into his touch. When he finally flicked a nail over it, a jolt of wickedness shot from her breast to her womb.”
    Connie Mason, Sins of the Highlander

  • #28
    Jennifer Homans
    “Ballet … was a system of movement as rigorous and complex as any language. Like Latin or ancient Greek, it had rules, conjugations, declensions. Its laws, moreover, were not arbitrary; they corresponded to the laws of nature. Getting it “right” was not a matter of opinion or tastes: ballet was a hard science with demonstrable physical facts. It was also, and just as appealingly, full of emotions and the feelings that come with music and movement...If the coordination and musicality, muscular impulse and timing were exactly right, the body would take over. I could let go. For all its rules and limits, [ballet is] an escape from the self. Being free.”
    Jennifer Homans, Apollo's Angels: A History of Ballet
    tags: ballet

  • #28
    G.K. Chesterton
    “London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.”
    G. K. Chesterson

  • #29
    Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly
    “For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.”
    Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, Les Diaboliques

  • #29
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #30
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #30
    Anne Rice
    “It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.”
    Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

  • #31
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby



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