#ill

I adore Wilkie Collins,” Tessa cried. “Oh—Armadale! And The Woman in White … Are you laughing at me?” “Not at you,” said Will, grinning, “more because of you. I’ve never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You’d think they were diamonds.” “Well, they are, aren’t they? Isn’t there anything you love like that? And don’t say ‘spats’ or ‘lawn tennis’ or something silly.” “Good Lord,” he said with mock horror, “it’s like she knows me already. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #humor

I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#josh-lanyon #somebody-killed-his-editor #humor

In composing, as a general rule, run your pen through every other word you have written; you have no idea what vigor it will give your style. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#every #general #general rule #give #idea

Generally, when a man is rabidly for one cause, and then is just as rabidly for another cause, it is not because he loves the cause: it is because he loves the rabies ↗

— Paul Collins

#william-cobbet #love

The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man’s fingers inside her panties, inside her, a climax of unimaginable force trembling at the edge of her grasp. And the man who now plied her and played her…a prostitute. A gigolo. A beloved brother and son and uncle, and a suspect, with too many secrets and too much sexual prowess. A man she was falling in love with. The impossibility of it, the crazy, twisted potential swept over her, then ebbed, lost in the surge of unbelievable pleasure that built and built within her like strings drawn too tightly across a fine-tuned instrument. She would die from this, die and scatter into a million fragments and drift like dust on the wind. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#chris #shelby-reed #the-fifth-favor #love

Billboard called my solo album, 'Standing In The Spotlight,' a great party album and even said that my raps put the Beastie Boys to shame. ↗

— Dee Dee Ramone

#billboard #called #even #great #party

Men like us believe we are gods... ↗

— Claudette Walker

#men

All the nut eaters and food faddists I have ever known, died early after a long period of senile decay - Winston Churchill ↗

— Stuart Finlay

#winston-churchill #ww #business

But sometimes i have to ask myself this question. its true that to us his imaginings are nothing but the inventions of a busy mind. But to him, there simply is no other reality. Further more, he is happy there, so why, I ask myself, why in the name of healing him must we drag him painfully into the world of our own reality?' - Doctor's Memo ↗

— Sadamu Yamashita

#psychological-thriller #business

With me, it was my liver that was out of order. […] I had the symptoms, beyond all mistake, the chief among them being "a general disinclination to work of any kind." What I suffer in that way no tongue can tell. From my earliest infancy I have been a martyr to it. As a boy, the disease hardly ever left me for a day. They did not know, then, that it was my liver. Medical science was in a far less advanced state than now, and they used to put it down to laziness. ↗

— Jerome K. Jerome

#illness #laziness #liver #men