#own

A wager?" I repeated. "Yes," he said, and gave me a slow smile, bright with challenge. ... "Stake?" I asked cautiously. He was still smiling, an odd sort of smile, hard to define. "A kiss." My first reaction was outrage, but then I remembered that I was on my way to Court, and that had to be the kind of thing they did at Court. And if I win I don't have to collect. I hesitated only a moment longer, lured by the thought of open sky, and speed, and winning. "Done," I said. ↗

— Sherwood Smith

#meliara #shevraeth #vidanric #wager #challenge

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#barrie #children #grown-up-poetry #kesnington-gardens #london

She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, "I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#ghost-town #morganville-vampires #myrnin #rachel-caine #vampire

I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings. ↗

— Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

#attention #blame #feelings #follow #i

Perhaps no place in any community is so totally democratic as the town library. The only entrance requirement is interest. ↗

— Lady Bird Johnson

#community #democratic #entrance #interest #library

And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together. ↗

— John Green

#paper #towns #pleasure

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#born #forests #grew #hill #i

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought. ↗

— Stephen King

#eddie #fear #grownups #horror #it

God had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn. I was no longer the centre of my life and therefore I could see God in everything. ↗

— Bede Griffiths

#been #brought #centre #could #everything

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#honesty #narrowness #uncertainty #uncertainty