#chronicle

"Crazy," he muttered softly, "how much I need you." Crazy, how something like that can feel like a kick in the chest, can hurt that much, can suck all the air right out of your body for a moment. And at the same time, settle over you, around you, so soft and warm and sweet, that you think nothing can ever be as good as this one moment. Crazy. That I can love you. This much. ↗

— Susan Bischoff

#chronicles #curfew #heroes #susan #talent

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus #magnus-bane #magnus-bane

Lestat: You're very anxious to be out of these rooms, aren't you? Why don't we simply get into bed together? I don't understand. David: You're serious? Lestat: Of course David: You do realize, that this is an absolutely magnificent body, don't you? I mean you aren't insensible to the fact that you've been deposited in a...a most impressive piece of young male flesh. Lestat: I looked it over well before the switch, remember? Why is it you don't want to.. David: You've been with a woman, haven't you? Lestat: I wish you hadn't read my mind. It's rude. Besides, what does that matter to you? David: A woman you loved. Lestat: I have always loved both men and women. David: That's a slightly different use of the word 'love. ↗

— Anne Rice

#lestat-de-lioncourt #louis-pointe-du-lac #tales-of-the-body-thief #vampire-chronicles #vampires

...I had stood outside of Poe's house on 3rd street, too, and had done the same thing, staring mournfully up at the windows. The city was like some uncarved block without any name or shape and it showed no favoritism. Everything was always new, always changing. It was never the same old crowd upon the streets. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#change

Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I'll say yes. They're all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we'll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names. The names we'll give to the canals and mountains and cities will fall like so much water on the back of a mallard. No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#the-martian-chronicles #change

With his eyes and those hands there won't be a woman safe in all the world when he starts hunting after the ladies.' 'Courting, dear,' my father corrected gently. 'Semantics,' she shrugged. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#courtship #humor #humour #kingkiller-chronicle #kvothe

We Are Only As Good As Our Last Decision ↗

— Dawn Derringer Artist

#betrayal #chronicles #decisions #disrespect #humour

Love indulged the masochist. ↗

— Jaime Reed

#paranormal-romance #quotes #the-cambion-chronicles #young-adult #love

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#the-chronicles-of-narnia #the-silver-chair #men

And this is the east shore?" Sadie asked. "You said something about that in London--my grandparents living on the east shore." Amos smiled. "Yes. Very good, Sadie. In ancient times, the east bank of the Nile was always the side of the living, the side where the sun rises. The dead were buried west of the river. It was considered bad luck, even dangerous, to live there. The tradition is still strong among... our people." Our people?" I asked, but Sadie muscled in with another question. So you can't live in Manhattan?" she asked. Amos's brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. "Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It's best we stay separate. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-reference #problems