#door

They've never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was so bad that I could have made better time with a horse. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#brook #change #earth #environment #history

Having a pleasant time can extend a long period of time to have a fun time. ↗

— Travis Polso

#communication #community #economy #extend #fun

Let's go," I said. "Go where?" "On Lori's date with Parker." Now he looked at me over the nerdy spectacles he wore for reading. "I wasn't aware it was a double date. And you're not my type. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#adam-vader #boys-next-door #comedy #echols #endless-summer

One false step, and you’ll fall all the way to Tartarus—and believe me, unlike the Doors of Death, this would be a one-way trip, a very hard fall! I will not have you dying before you tell me your plan for my artwork. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#arachne #artwork #death #doors-of-death #heroes-of-olympus

I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear the rain fall on dry leaves / And chat a bit with death across foggy nights. ↗

— James Kavanaugh

#death

That boy needs a hobby." "Stalking is a hobby." "So is serial killing. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#death

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#glitch #death

Trust me," Cameron cut in, "there ain't a thing wrong with those two unless you count the unusual and exquisite length of their legs. Brooklyn turned a tight-lipped smile on him. "Thanks so much for that penis-driven observation. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#cameron #death-and-girl-next-door #death

I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#death

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious. ↗

— John Crowley

#doors #falling-asleep #sleep #sophie-dale-drinkwater #sparkling-darkness