#christmas

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness. ↗

— Bob Hope

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Alaska finished her cigarette and flicked it into the river. 'Why do you smoke so damn fast?' I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, 'Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #christmas

As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind. ↗

— Cleveland Amory

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The one thing I remember about Christmas was that my father used to take me out in a boat about ten miles offshore on Christmas Day, and I used to have to swim back. Extraordinary. It was a ritual. Mind you, that wasn't the hard part. The difficult bit was getting out of the sack. ↗

— John Cleese

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I'm suprised he doesn't send Christmas cards," Antonio said. "I can see them now. Tasteful, embossed veilum cards, the best he can steal. Little notes in perfect penmanship,"Happy holidays. Hope everyone is well. I sliced up Ethan Ritter in Miami and scattered his remains in the Atlantic. Best wishes for the new year. Karl. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#otherworld #werewolves #christmas

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53] ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#christmasa #memories #smells #christmas

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#urban-fantasy #christmas

Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#mercedes #werewolf #christmas

They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. ↗

— Charles Dickens

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Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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