#la

As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #will-herondale #excellence

Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own? ↗

— P.L. Travers

#fairyland #fairies

Tell them, Gabrielle,” Adam urged impatiently. Blinking, Gabby nodded. “I have one of the, er… fairies here with me –” “Tuatha Dé,” Adam corrected irritably. “You’re bloody well making me sound like Tinkerbell. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#fairies

You are so bizarre, even for a human." "Thanks. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#isabella-swan #bizarre

The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#flaws #afterlife

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#nina-lacour #sad #suicide #suicide

I have a plan." He groaned. "I was afraid of that." "My plans are not terrible." "Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. "Your plans are suicidal. At best. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #suicide

There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#physics

The very first law in advertising is to avoid the concrete promise and cultivate the delightfully vague. ↗

— Stuart Chase

#avoid #concrete #cultivate #delightfully #first

…sense of futility that comes from doing anything merely to prove to yourself that you can do it: having a child, climbing a mountain, making some sexual conquest, committing suicide. The marathon is a form of demonstrative suicide, suicide as advertising: it is running to show you are capable of getting every last drop of energy out of yourself, to prove it… to prove what? That you are capable of finishing. Graffiti carry the same message. They simply say: I’m so-and-so and I exist! They are free publicity for existence. Do we continually have to prove to ourselves that we exist? A strange sign of weakness, harbinger of a new fanaticism for a faceless performance, endlessly self-evident. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#jean-baudrillard #sociology #advertising