#sophie

You are a terror, aren't you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.' So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. ‘Tiding up is what I’m here for!’ she shouted at Howl. ‘Then you must think of a new meaning for you life,’ Howl said. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#howl #howl-s-moving-castle #humor #sophie #humor

He can't get it up!" Richard is exultant... Oh God. This is how rumors start. This is how misunderstandings happen and archdukes get shot and world wars begin. "Listen, both of you!" I say fiercely. "Lottie has said nothing whatsoever to me about anything being up...or down." "Mine is up," volunteers Noah matter-of-factly, and I gasp in horror before I can stop myself. OK, Fliss. Don't overreact. Be cool. Be an enlightened parent. "Really, darling? Gosh. Well." My cheeks have flamed. Both men are waiting with expressions of glee. "That's...that's interesting, sweetheart. Maybe we'll have a little talk about it later. Our bodies do wonderful, mysterious things, but we don't always talk about them in public." I give a meaningful look to Richard. Noah seems perplexed. "But the lady talked about it. She told me to put it up." "What?" I stare at him in confusion. "For takeoff. 'Put your tray table up." "Oh." I gulp. "Oh, I see. Your tray table." I can feel a snort of mirth rising. "Poor Uncle Ben's tray table doesn't go up," says Richard, deadpan. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#wedding-night #men

We like Batman - we understand him, we suffer with him. On the other hand, we want to be Superman. But they're conflicting philosophies. Let's bring them together in one movie and see how we, as an audience, wrestle with our inner demons. ↗

— Wolfgang Petersen

#batman #bring #conflicting #demons #hand

Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies. ↗

— George Santayana

#oxford #paradise #philosophies

The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #sophie #the-infernal-devices #beauty

Sophie Price, you are devastatingly beautiful. ↗

— Fisher Amelie

#sophie-price #vain #beauty

Max felt his eye twitching. He knew he should be yelling, but his limbs wouldn’t move. This was what it felt like to be paralyzed with rage. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finally go utterly psychotic and prove the whole town right. He was going to walk over to those arrogant assholes and take the first one apart. Then he’d beat the other one to death with his dead brother’s leg. He looked to his own brother. Rye would save him from his towering rage. Rye would have calming words. Rye would talk him down. Rye’s face was red as he pointed at the young cowboys. “You, kill now, Max. ↗

— Sophie Oak

#sophie-oak #three-to-ride #death

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious. ↗

— John Crowley

#doors #falling-asleep #sleep #sophie-dale-drinkwater #sparkling-darkness

Le spectacle est le mauvais rêve de la société moderne enchaînée, qui n'exprime finalement que son désir de dormir. Le spectacle est le gardien de ce sommeil. ↗

— Guy Debord

#philosophie #philosophy #rêve #sleep #dreams

Fascinating,” I said, turning toward Ian. “You never told me Simon went to Oxford.” “Simon went to Oxford, Sophie. ↗

— Fisher Amelie

#ian-and-sophie #funny