#kindlehighlight

Play hard to get. You should be. ↗

— Addison Moore

#play

I failed math twice, never fully grasping probability theory. I mean, first off, who cares if you pick a black ball or a white ball out of the bag? And second, if you’re bent over about the color, don’t leave it to chance. Look in the damn bag and pick the color you want. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#math

I wasn’t a fabulous cook. I didn’t have a boyfriend, much less a husband. And I wasn’t a big financial success. I could live with all those failings as long as I knew that once in a while I looked really hot. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#husband

Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse. ↗

— Holly Schindler

#sanity

Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I’ll bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius. ↗

— Blaize Clement

#kindlehighlight

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#kindlehighlight

What are the distinctive characteristics, or marks, of personality? Knowledge, feeling or emotion, and will. Any entity that thinks and feels and wills is a person. ↗

— R.A. Torrey

#holy-spirit

I. All the distinctive characteristics of personality are ascribed to the Holy Spirit in the Bible. ↗

— R.A. Torrey

#holy-spirit

everyone that day, and in the months that followed, that Patty’s greatest warming influence was on Walter himself. Now, instead of speeding by his neighbors in his angry Prius, he stopped to lower his window and say hello. On weekends, he brought Patty over to the patch of clear ice that the neighborhood kids maintained ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#freedom

What branch do you want to go in?” “I don’ give a god-damn,” said Pilon jauntily. “I guess we need men like you in the infantry.” And Pilon was written so. He turned then to Big Joe, and the Portagee was getting sober. “Where do you want to go?” “I want to go home,” Big Joe said miserably. The sergeant put him in the infantry too. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#home