#arrow

One, I have a wonderful publisher, Black Sparrow Press; as long as they exist, they will keep me in print. And they claim they sell very respectable numbers of my books, so I guess, and it's true, every place I go, my books are in libraries and on bookshelves. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#books #bookshelves #claim #every #exist

Moreover, environmental health at the local level has become narrowly focused, very much defined around regulations and the attendant regulatory debates. ↗

— Samuel Wilson

#attendant #become #debates #defined #environmental

And when the moment came, even then Genji would be fortunate. He would die without fear, drenched in his own heart's blood, in the embrace of a beautiful woman, and she would weep for him. What samurai could hope for more? ↗

— Takashi Matsuoka

#beauty

But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace's voice as he said 'I want to hate you', and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#change #clary-fray #dreams #jace-wayland #luke-garroway

As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved? But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass #death #grief #luke-garroway #the-mortal-instruments

American men, as a group, seem to be interested in only two things, money and breasts. It seems a very narrow outlook. ↗

— Hedy Lamarr

#american men #breasts #group #interested #men

Dates with actors, finally, just seemed to me evenings of shop talk. I got sick of it after a hile. So the more famous I became, the more I narrowed down my choices. ↗

— Hedy Lamarr

#became #choices #dates #down #evenings

A national evil requires a national remedy; let not this any longer be delayed: let your minds expand, free from every narrow principle, and let the public good become the sole object of your united Christian efforts. ↗

— Joseph Lancaster

#become #christian #delayed #efforts #every

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#chill #clearly #death #eyes #heart

So near is falsehood to truth that a wise man would do well not to trust himself on the narrow edge. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#falsehood #himself #man #narrow #near