Natasha P.

“Has it ever occured to you, Master Ninefingers, that a sword is different from other weapons? Axes and maces and so forth are lethal enough, but they hang on the belt like dumb brutes. But a sword...a sword has a voice.
Sheathed it has little to say, to be sure, but you need only put your hand on the hilt and it begins to whisper in your enemy's ear. A gentle word. A word of caution. Do you hear it?
Now, compare it to the sword half drawn. It speaks louder, does it not? It hisses a dire threat. It makes a deadly promise. Do you hear it?
Now compare it to the sword full drawn. It shouts now, does it not? It screams defiance! It bellows a challenge! Do you hear it?”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Blade Itself

“Es que yo no quiero decir sino sugerir y para que que la sugestión se produzca es preciso que
el lector sea un artista. En imaginaciones desprovistas de facultades de ese orden ¿qué efecto producirá la obra de arte? Ninguno. La mitad de ella está en el verso, en la estatua, en el cuadro, la otra en el cerebro del que oye, ve o sueña. Golpea con los dedos esa mesa, es claro que sólo sonarán unos golpes; pásalos por las teclas de marfil y producirán una sinfonía: Y el público es casi siempre mesa y no un piano que
vibre como éste”
― José Asunción Silva, De sobremesa

“A mi noche no la mata ningún sol.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, Poesía completa

“You're pretty sexy when you're domestic.” I told him, running a hand up the back of his thigh.
“If you think this is hot, you should see me change a diaper.”
“I have, actually: why do you think I married you? That and your accent. Oh and your giant penis.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Beloved