#ma

Now she had to pretend not to love the man she was pretending to love while pretending she wasn't sleeping with him. ↗

— Shannon Stacey

#family

Bashere shrugged, grinning brhind his grey-streaked moustaches, "When I first slept in a saddle, Muad Cheade was Marshal-General. The man was as mad as a hare in spring thaw. Twice every day he searched his bodyservant for poison, and he drank nothing but vinegar and water which he claimed was sovereign against the poison the fellow fed him, but he ate everything the man prepared for as long as I knew him. Once he had a grove of oaks chopped down because they were looking at him. And then insisted they be given decent funerals; he gave the oration. Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?" "Why didn't somebody do something? His Family?" "Those not as mad as him, or madder, were afraid to look at him sideways. Tenobia's father wouldn't have let anyone touch Cheade anyway. He might have been insane, but he could outgeneral anyone I ever saw. He never lost a battle. He never even came close to losing. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#humor #madness #family

God Hates divorce." "He hates cruelty even more." Caring For Eleanor ↗

— Sonia Rumzi

#eleanor #god #love #loving #novel

A mafia don could snap his fingers and somebody would snap my neck. But when I snap my fingers, people start dancing. Or at least my clones would.
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— Jarod Kintz

#dancing #family #fingers #mafia #people

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something. ↗

— Gerald Durrell

#family

I'd felt obligated to get Ian a Christmas present. A chunk of coal sat in a brightly wrapped box under the tree, his name written in big bold letters on the front of it. Ian might be family, but he still had been a very naughty boy this year. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#ian #family

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail? ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #family

I now know for certain that my mind and emotions, my fix on the real and my family's well-being, depend on just a few grams of salt. But treatment's the easy part. Without honesty, without a true family reckoning, that salt's next to worthless. ↗

— David Lovelace

#family #lithium #manic-depression #medication #mental-illness

But I couldn’t leave Hunter alone in the house, and I would’ve felt terrible if I’d asked Eric to go out in the woods by himself, even though I knew he wouldn’t think anything about it. In fact, probably he’d have sent Pam. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#pam #sookie-stackhouse #urban-fantasy #vampires #family

I remember learning German - so beautiful, so strange - at school in Australia on the other side of the earth. My family was nonplussed about me learning such an odd, ugly language and, though of course too sophisticated to say it, the language of the enemy. But I liked the sticklebrick nature of it, building long supple words by putting short ones together. Things could be brought into being that had no name in English - Weltanschauung, Schadenfreude, sippenhaft, Sonderweg, Scheissfreundlichkeit, Vergangenheitsbewältigung. ↗

— Anna Funder

#germany #beauty