#stone

I think the touchstone is to give consumers a full, fair choice without the power of a monopoly operating system pushing them in a direction that free competition might or might not achieve. ↗

— Jim Barksdale

#choice #competition #consumers #direction #fair

People don't understand that that's really what it is. They're looking for a magic phone number or something. And to a certain extent, I understand that, because comedy is treated so much as a stepping stone by a lot of people. ↗

— Todd Barry

#certain #certain extent #comedy #extent #i

Live are a really good band. I like Stone Temple Pilots, Radiohead I love. Even Oasis. ↗

— Nuno Bettencourt

#even #good #good band #i #i love

I'm not into that Keith Richard trip of having all those guitars in different tunings. I never liked the Rolling Stones much anyway. ↗

— Ritchie Blackmore

#different #guitars #having #i #into

You've got the sun, you've got the moon, and you've got the Rolling Stones. ↗

— Keith Richards

#moon #rolling #rolling stones #stones #sun

Katar," said Britta, "I thought you would want to stay with your friends from home while they were here, so I had your things moved from your room in the delegates' wing." "You can have my things brought in too," said Peder, throwing himself onto the nearest bed. He sighed as he sank into the soft mattress and rolled onto his side. "Um... I don't think boys are-" Britta began. "Don't you mind me!" Peder pulled a blanket over his head. Miri didn't know how he could even pretend to fall asleep. She could barely keep from pacing. "Don't worry, Britta," said Esa. "We'll kick him out before night. Off to your fancy apprenticeship, big brother." She nudged Peder's shape under the blanket. Peder made an exaggerated snoring noise. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#esa #hale #humor #katar #miri

It is not your time, love. You will not die tonight. All this time she thought herself in love with the notion of Death. His gallantry, his beautiful soul. She believed he loved her because he had spared her from his grip. But it had not been Death, but Black. “Why?” she asked, and her body shook, knowing his sacrifice, knowing he knew her most guarded secret. “Because I loved you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t let you go, because I knew I could no longer see you, I couldn’t live, either.” Black had risked his life to save her from taking her own. He rose, helped her up and clutched her in his arms. “It is too soon for you to make your decision,” he said. “Come to me when you know what you want. My wishes will remain unchanged.” “What do you want?” He kissed her, pressed her body into his hot, hard one. “To be inside you. To lay you out and touch you with my hands, my mouth and tongue. I want to slip deep inside you and never leave. I want to wake up in the morning and open my eyes to find you lying there next to me. I want to look at my children and see you in their little faces.” “Jude,” she whispered, holding him, weakening. “But I want you to want that as much as I do, Isabella.” “We have too many secrets,” she began. “Our pasts…” “Secrets, like passion, are meant to be spent. I will bear all my sins, all my secrets, when you come to me. It’s all I can offer. You see, little love, I’m afraid, too, but the difference between us is that I believe it’s worth it to face that fear if it means that I’ll have you. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella #jude #seduction-and-scandal #beauty

Before I die, I want to change my name to "Here," so that my tombstone could simply read, "Here lies." And then people who knew me could walk by, shake their head, and say, "Ain't that the truth. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#die #funny #tombstone #truth #change

Lose your dream, you lose your mind. ↗

— The Rolling Stones

#rolling-stones #ruby-tuesday #song-lyrics #songs #dreams

But it was late. We had to go home. We listened to the river singing, the river singing stone. ↗

— Myrna Peña-Reyes

#home