#favourite

I don't spend a lot of my time in the locker room. That's my least favourite place in the world. ↗

— Maria Sharapova

#favourite place #i #least #locker #locker room

The crime novel has always been my favourite genre. ↗

— Sara Paretsky

#been #crime #favourite #genre #novel

As a teenager, my favourite rejection was, 'She looks too healthy,' which of course translates as, 'She needs to lose weight.' ↗

— Christina Ricci

#favourite #healthy #looks #lose #needs

My favourite game is Postal because it is so politically incorrect. ↗

— Uwe Boll

#favourite #game #incorrect #politically #politically incorrect

Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves or of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr. Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#favourite #courage

When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#death #excerpt #favourite-quote #life #novel

What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that, too. And even if wars didn't keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#dark #death #favourite-quote #truth #death

Também no interior do corpo a treva é profunda, e contudo o sangue chega ao coração, o cérebro é cego e pode ver, é surdo e ouve, não tem mãos e alcança, o homem claro está, é o labirinto de si mesmo. ↗

— José Saramago

#death

If we're gonna progress as a people we are going to realise that, as one of my favourite poets says, the other is a lie. There are no other people. Race is a social construct. ↗

— Saul Williams

#favourite #going #gonna #lie #other

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dreams