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  • #1
    Kevin Hearne
    “We want somebody to rescue us from other people. From talking to them, I mean, or from the burden of giving a damn about what they say. We don’t want to be polite and stifle our farts, now, do we? We want to let ’em rip and we want to be with someone who won’t care if we do, who will love us regardless and fart right back besides.”
    Kevin Hearne, Staked

  • #2
    Brandon Sanderson
    “I needed to say something. Something romantic! Something to sweep her off her feet.
    "You’re like a potato!" I shouted after her. "In a minefield."
    She froze in place. Then she spun on me, her face lit by a half-grown fruit. “A potato,” she said flatly. “That’s the best you can do? Seriously?”
    “It makes sense,” I said. “Listen. You’re strolling through a minefield, worried about getting blown up. And then you step on something, and you think, ‘I’m dead.’ But it’s just a potato. And you’re so relieved to find something so wonderful when you expected something so awful. That’s what you are. To me.”
    “A potato.”
    “Sure. French fries? Mashed potatoes? Who doesn’t like potatoes?”
    “Plenty of people. Why can’t I be something sweet, like a cake?”
    “Because cake wouldn’t grow in a minefield. Obviously.”
    She stared down the hallway at me for a few moments, then sat on an overgrown set of roots.
    Sparks. She seemed to be crying. Idiot! I thought at myself, scrambling through the foliage. Romantic. You were supposed to be romantic, you slontze! Potatoes weren’t romantic. I should have gone with a carrot.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

  • #3
    Brandon Sanderson
    “We want what we can’t have, even when we have no right to demand it.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

  • #4
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Well, trust me,” I said. “I’m more intense than I look. I’m intense like a lion is orange.”
    “So, like … medium intense? Since a lion is kind of a tannish color?”
    “No, they’re orange.” I frowned. “Aren’t they? I’ve never actually seen one.”
    “I think tigers are the orange ones,” Mizzy said. “But they’re still only half orange, since they have black stripes. Maybe you should be intense like an orange is orange.”
    “Too obvious,” I said. “I’m intense like a lion is tannish.” Did that work? Didn’t exactly slip off the tongue.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

  • #5
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #6
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “None were good enough for her, so I held them in contempt and hated them. They in turn hated and feared me.

    But we were pleasant to each other. Always pleasant. It was a game of sorts. He would invite me to sit, and I would buy him a drink. The three of us would talk, and his eyes would slowly grow dark as he watched her smile toward me. His mouth would narrow as he listened to the laughter that leapt from her as I joked, spun stories, sang. . . .

    They would always react the same way, trying to prove ownership of her in small ways. Holding her hand, a kiss, a too-casual touch along her shoulder.

    They clung to her with desperate determination. Some of them merely resented my presence, saw me as a rival. But others had a frightened knowledge buried deep behind their eyes from the beginning. They knew she was leaving, and they didn't know why. So they clutched at her like shipwrecked sailors, clinging to the rocks despite the fact that they are being battered to death against them. I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

    So they hated me, and it shone in their eyes when Denna wasn't looking. I would offer to buy another round of drinks, but he would insist, and I would graciously accept, and thank him, and smile.

    I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #7
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “It's easy to forget when you're around." She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she'd linked her arm in mine. "That's not right. I mean to say that when you're around, it's easy to forget."
    "Forget what?"
    "Everything," she said, and for a moment her voice wasn't quite as playful. "All the bad parts in my life. Who I am. It's nice to be able to take a vacation from myself every once in a while. You help with that. You're my safe harbor in an endless, stormy sea.”
    Patrick Rothfuss

  • #8
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “She has enough men fawning over her," I said. "They come and go like . . ." I strained to think of an analogy and failed. "I’d rather be her friend."

    "You would rather be close to her heart," Wilem said without any particular inflection. "You would rather be joyfully held in the circle of her arms. But you fear she will reject you. You fear she would laugh and you would look the fool." Wilem shrugged easily. "You are hardly the first to feel this way. There is no shame in it."

    That struck uncomfortably close to the mark, and for a long moment I couldn’t think of anything to say in reply. "I hope," I admitted quietly. "But I don’t want to assume. I’ve seen what happens to the men that assume too much and cling to her.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #9
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Go out in the early days of winter, after the first cold snap of the season. Find a pool of water with a sheet of ice across the top, still fresh and new and clear as glass. Near the shore the ice will hold you. Slide out farther. Farther. Eventually you'll find the place where the surface just barely bears your weight. There you will feel what I felt. The ice splinters under your feet. Look down and you can see the white cracks darting through the ice like mad, elaborate spiderwebs. It is perfectly silent, but you can feel the sudden sharp vibrations through the bottoms of your feet.
    That is what happened when Denna smiled at me.I don't mean to imply imply I felt as if I stood on brittle ice about to give way beneath me. No. I felt like the ice itself, suddenly shattered, with cracks spiraling out from where she had touched my chest. The only reason I held together was because my thousand pieces were all leaning together. If i moved, i feared I would fall apart.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #10
    R. Scott Bakker
    “And he now knew with certainty that the world was hollowed of its wonder by knowledge and travel, that when one stripped away the mysteries, its dimensions collapsed rather than bloomed. Of course, the world was a much more sophisticated place to him now than it had been when he was a child, but it was also far simpler. Everywhere
    men grasped and grasped, as though the titles “king,” “shriah,” and “grandmaster” were simply masks worn by the same hungry animal. Avarice, it seemed to him, was the world's only dimension.”
    R. Scott Bakker, The Darkness That Comes Before

  • #11
    R. Scott Bakker
    “Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence.”
    R. Scott Bakker, The Darkness That Comes Before

  • #12
    R. Scott Bakker
    “To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of another man. The question will always be: Why, when all men are ignorant, and therefore already slaves, does this latter slavery sting us so? —AJENCIS, THE EPISTEMOLOGIES   But”
    R. Scott Bakker, The Darkness that Comes Before

  • #13
    R. Scott Bakker
    “It’s the concert of knowledge and ignorance that underwrites our decisions.”
    R. Scott Bakker, The Darkness that Comes Before

  • #14
    R. Scott Bakker
    “Let us be moved, you and I, by the things themselves. Let us discover each other.”
    R. Scott Bakker, The Darkness That Comes Before

  • #15
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges, Rollins.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #17
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #18
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #19
    Shayne Silvers
    “Love is precious, and shouldn’t be wasted on every passing whim, or it will mean nothing by the time you truly wish to share it with someone who matters.” I said softly.

    Silvers, Shayne (2012-10-08). Obsidian Son: A Novel In The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series (The Temple Chronicles Book 1) (p. 194). Argento Publishing. Kindle Edition.”
    Shayne Silvers, Obsidian Son

  • #20
    Edward M. Knight
    “But I have found in myself a remarkable trait that is rare in this world. I am capable of hanging on to the edge of life for far longer than any sane man should.”
    Edward M. Knight, A Thirst for Vengeance

  • #21
    Edward M. Knight
    “But I have found in myself a remarkable trait that is rare in this world. I am capable of hanging on to the edge of life for far longer than any sane man should. It is a trait that I have made use of multiple times. I would not advise you to try.”
    Edward M. Knight, A Thirst for Vengeance

  • #22
    “I like my kahva the way I like my women… hot and black.” “I like my kahva the way I like my men,” she replied, her eyes half-lidded. “Ground up into tiny pieces and stored in a bag.” As the man sputtered, Loch laughed in delight”
    Patrick Weekes, The Palace Job

  • #23
    Scott Lynch
    “There’s no freedom quite like the freedom of being constantly underestimated.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #24
    Scott Lynch
    “... It's perfect! Locke would appreciate it."

    "Bug," Calo said, "Locke is our brother and our love for him knows no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are 'Locke would appreciate it.'"

    "Rivalled only by 'Locke taught me a new trick,'" added Galo.

    "The only person who gets away with Locke Lamora games ..."

    "... is Locke ..."

    "... because we think the gods are saving him up for a really big death. Something with knives and hot irons ..."

    "... and fifty thousand cheering spectators.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #25
    Scott Lynch
    “When you don't know everything that you could know, it's a fine time to shut your fucking noisemaker and be polite.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #26
    Scott Lynch
    “You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #27
    Scott Lynch
    “You're one third bad intentions, one third pure avarice, and one eighth sawdust. What's left, I'll credit, must be brains.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #28
    Scott Lynch
    “Fuckdamn,” said Conté, totally unable to help himself when the sums involved vanished over his mental horizon. “Beg pardon, Doña Sofia.”
    “You should.” She drained her snifter in one quick unladylike gulp. “Your calculations are off. This merits a triple fuckdamn at least.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora
    tags: humor

  • #29
    Scott Lynch
    “I trust my points are noted... Very noted... Received, recognized, and duly considered with the utmost gravity. Sealed, notarized, and firmly imprinted upon my rational essence.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #30
    Leigh Bardugo
    “At some point, Jesper realized Kaz was gone.
    "Not one for goodbyes, is he?" he muttered.
    "He doesn't say goodbye," Inej said. She kept her eyes on the lights of the canal. Somewhere in the garden, a night bird began to sing. "He just lets go.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #31
    Leigh Bardugo
    “We are all someone's monster.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows



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