#normal

We like to engage in a normal publishing effort, which is to act in a responsible manner and make sure the material is not likely to harm anyone, that it is properly investigated by quality news organizations, and by lawyers and human rights groups and so on. ↗

— Julian Assange

#anyone #effort #engage #groups #harm

An interesting thing happened in 1989, right as I was graduating: the stock market crashed and really changed the landscape of the art world in New York. It made the kind of work I was doing interesting to galleries that wouldn't have normally been interested in it. ↗

— Matthew Barney

#art world #been #changed #crashed #doing

I don't have anything to fix! I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I don't eat carbs. My life is just great now. Normal. Vanilla. ↗

— Jason Bateman

#carbs #drink #eat #fix #great

Come on, it’s an American tradition. Apple soup? Mom’s homemade chicken pie?' She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. 'It’s apple pie and Mom’s homemade chicken soup. But you didn’t do badly, for a start. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#damon #elena #fiction #paranormal #romance

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#emptiness #normalcy #numbness #stillness #chaos

I keep warning and warning, and nobody seems willing to listen. One of these days someone is going to wake up to the fact that I'm serious when I say never to attack my sister without looking over your shoulder for me. (Rhoan) ↗

— Keri Arthur

#paranormal #romance #paranormal

Tuck," I breathe, and then he kisses me. I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#paranormal

Wow," Miranda said, "You'd better be careful Della. In the last few days, I think you've used up your vampire quota of apologies for the next ten years." "Kiss my apologetic ass!" Della snapped. ↗

— C.C. Hunter

#paranormal

He raised his bony fingers as if to touch me and I steeled myself not to flinch as his hand, still smoldering, neared my face. He rattled and spoke his last words. "Worth...the...fall. ↗

— Gwen Hayes

#paranormal

I'm sorry," I choke out. He's quiet. Tears drip off my chin. He lets out a slow, shaky breath. "Don't cry," he says. "That's not fair." I laugh and sob at the same time. "It's okay," he whispers. His fingers brush at the tears on my cheeks. "Don't cry." Then he puts his arms around me, wings and all. I curl my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest and breathe in the smell of the river on him. Somewhere in the woods a crow caws. A blackbird answers. And then we're kissing and everything goes away but Tucker. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#paranormal