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Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy? Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back. Eve: You're not going to hell. Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that? Eve: You married a cop...you married me. I'm your goddamn salvation. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#mystery #romance #suspense #death

I remember the revelation it was to me when I realized I'd rather be smart in the way Elvis Presley was than in the way, say, Ludwig Wittgenstein was. The thing was, you could imagine you could be smart like Wittgenstein by just thinking hard enough, but Elvis just had it. It was almost spiritual. A kind of grace. ↗

— Richard Hell

#grace #ludwig-wittgensten #smart #imagination

Hatred is a failure of imagination.' Graham Greene, 'The Power and the Glory'. ↗

— Graham Greene

#imagination

Public transit situates us so that we are given license to accept what's right in front of us, but will likely arouse our desire to compare our narrative to someone else's, to give ourselves permission to speculate upon a person's private space, or life, with no fear of recourse or punishment. ↗

— Julie Wilson

#desire #imagination #narrative #public-transit #toronto

Imagine this: Ice is coming to YOUR house. Can you HEAR it knocking? Are you ready? What will YOU do? ↗

— Cornelia Connie D. DeDona

#crystal-meth #drug-addiction #education #enabler #rehabilitation

Well, they had a lot of the things they found in his possession. They had the map, you know, that marked the route of the parade. They had statements from the bus driver and the taxicab driver that hauled him somewhere. ↗

— Henry Wade

#bus driver #cab driver #driver #found #had

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before". ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#healing #heartbreak #inspirational #love #inspirational

An author is like a jeweller, with words as their gemstones and imagination the precious metals. ↗

— Steve Smy

#gemstones #imagination #jeweller #precious-metals #words

We laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck. I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight. I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again. ↗

— Nicci Greene

#imagination

IV   The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a universe would soon become a mill with complicated wheels. V   If the many become the same as the few, when possess'd, More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul, less than All cannot satisfy Man. VI   If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot. VII   The desire of Man being Infinite the possession is Infinite & himself Infinite. ↗

— William Blake

#imagination #limitation #possession #wishful-thinking #imagination