#san

How do you always know just what to say?" I ask. His laugh rumbles through me. "Practice, I guess." I pull back and give him a quizzical look. "I spent three years imagining what I would say to you if you were mine," he says, tugging me close. "I should hope I know what to say now that I've got you. ↗

— Tera Lynn Childs

#fins-are-forever #lily #lily-sanderson #mer-people #mermaids

Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de. In all the world, you are what I love the most. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #love

What about San Francisco?" "What about it?" "Did you like it?" She shrugged. "It was O.K." "Just O.K.?" She laughed. "Good God!" "What?" "You're all alike here." "How so?" he asked. "You demand adoration for the place. You're not happy until everybody swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn --" "Whoa, missy." "Well, it's true. Can't you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?" He chuckled. "We're that bad, are we?" "You bet your ass you are. ↗

— Armistead Maupin

#love

No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch." "Good," Sanjit said. "Good? Why good?" "Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you. ↗

— Michael Grant

#gone #hand-holding #lana #love #michael-grant

So asking you to take a moonlit walk with me, that would totally not work?" "What?" Again that glare. "Go away. Stop being an idiot. I don't even know you." "You're healing my little brother Bowie." "Yeah, that doesn't make us friends, kid." "So no moonlight." "Are you retarded?" "Sunrise? I could get up early." "Go away." "Sunset tomorrow?" -Sanjit & Lana ↗

— Michael Grant

#humour #lana #love #michael-grant #plague

Our society tends to regard as a sickness any mode of thought or behavior that is inconvenient for the system and this is plausible because when an individual doesn't fit into the system it causes pain to the individual as well as problems for the system. Thus the manipulation of an individual to adjust him to the system is seen as a cure for a sickness and therefore as good. ↗

— Theodore Kaczynski

#mental-illness #perspective #sanity #society #behavior

Either he's shaken by something or he's falling off the wagon hard and fast. Great. Just my luck to be partnered with an alcoholic angel. ↗

— Susan Ee

#susan-ee #luck

Beginning with Santa Claus as a cognitive exercise, a child is encouraged to share the same idea of reality as his peers. Even if that reality is patently invented and ludicrous, belief is encouraged with gifts that support and promote the common cultural lies. The greatest consensus in modern society is our traffic systems. The way a flood of strangers can interact, sharing a path, almost all of them traveling without incident. It only takes one dissenting driver to create anarchy. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#conditioning #dissent #santa #anarchy

I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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

Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce... ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #will #cooking