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As touchy as cabaret performers and as stubborn as factory machinists.... ↗

— Tom Rachman

#journalists #newspapers #journalist

Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#elena #fiction #paranormal #romance #vampire

Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#fiction

And just then Damon stepped out of the coat closet, and at the same time Aunt Maggie tripped him neatly and said, “Bathroom door beside you,” and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#elena #fiction #paranormal #romance #vampire

After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours, I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a symptom of hypochondria. ↗

— Stephen Colbert

#humour #hypochondria #twitter #twitter

By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead. ↗

— Warren Ellis

#optimism #suicide #suicide

Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her. If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?" "I do indeed, sir." "Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat--your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#pain #relationship #sickness #love

I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#journalist

قال علي بابا وهو في المغارة إيه ده؟… ذهب… ياقوت… مرجان… حديد… أحمدك يا رب… فسمع صوتاً يقول له «مالكش دعوة بالحديد… سيبه مطرحه»!ا ↗

— جلال عامر

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Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#questions #read #twitter #twitter