#james

Had it not been for James Meredith, who was willing to risk his life, the University of Mississippi would still be all white. ↗

— Constance Baker Motley

#had #his #james #life #meredith

They had a table near the rail round the huge floor. Bond was spellbound. He found many of the girls very beautiful. The music hammered its way into his pulse until he almost forgot what he was there for. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#jazz #music #beauty

Comedy. It was just huge in my house. Peter Sellers and Alec Guinness, Monty Python and all those James Bond movies were highly regarded. ↗

— Mike Myers

#bond #bond movies #comedy #guinness #highly

Metal is made up of many silly cliches, and Dio's songs rarely shied away from a good cheeseball lyric about medieval knights and crystal balls. But the amazing thing is, Dio the man never succumbed to the typical ravages of drugs, booze or hideous all-body tattoos. He never gained 75 pounds later in life or lost most of his voice through merciless shredding and ended it all playing county fairs for 19 drunk dudes in a barn before collapsing in a heap in a motel room in Jersey. There's a lesson in there somewhere. Or everywhere. ↗

— Mark Morford

#ronnie-james-dio #life

I choose you," he said very softly, "Max." Then his hard, rough hand tenderly cuppoed my chin, and suddenly his mouth was on mine, and every synapse in my brain shorted out. We had kissed a couple of times before, but this was different. This time, I squelched my immediate, overwhelming desire to run away screaming. I closed my eyes and put my arms around him despite my fear. Then somehow we slid sideways so we were lying in the cool sand. I was holding him fiercely, and he was kissing me fiercely, and it was...just so, so intensely good. Once I got past my usual, gut-wrenching terror, there was a long, sweet slide into mindlessness, when all I felt was Fang, and all I heard was his breathing, and all I could think was "Oh, God, I wasnt to do this all the time. ↗

— James Patterson

#faxness #james-patterson #kiss #max #maximum-ride

I decided it was well past time to take him home and place him in bosom of his family. If you had rather I put him in an orphanage, I fully understand. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #family

Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#james-bond #loneliness #solitude #the-spy-who-loved-me #love

So what if those stupid roosters don't want to crow? If we've learned to live without men, we can learn to live without cocks. ↗

— James Cañón

#humor #james-cañón #magic-realism #mariquita #tales-from-the-town-of-widows

Nefarious. This is what we get when we hire a Yale boy.” “You missed sacrosanct earlier. And taciturn and glowering,” Jack said. “What’s glowering?” “Me, apparently.” Wilkins pointed. “Now that has to be a joke.” He turned to Davis. “You heard that, right?” Davis didn’t answer him, having spun his chair around to type something at his computer. “Let’s see what Google says… Ah – here it is. ‘Glowering: dark; showing a brooding ill humor. ↗

— Julie James

#jack-pallas #julie-james #something-about-you #humor

The Nevernever," she murmured, almost to herself, "I'm in the Nevernever. I'm in freaking faeryland. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#kenzie-st-james #nevernever #humor