#wi

All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?" "No," said Jace. "Do you think Hodge will want any soup?" "No one wants any soup." "I want some soup," Simon said. "No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle." Simon was appalled. "That is not true." "How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking. "Oh, yes it is," said Jace. "Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation." He snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #simon-lewis #jace-wayland

There's a certain arrogance to an actor who will look at a script and feel like, because the words are simple, maybe they can paraphrase it and make it better. ↗

— Mary Steenburgen

#arrogance #because #better #certain #feel

Kyle want to be a rockstar. I think hes working the one-name thing. Like Rihanna." "I have no idea what you're talking about. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #jace-wayland

Niko was a man of few words and flying, sugary snacks. I like that in a human. ~Catcher ↗

— Rob Thurman

#sarcasm #science-fiction #twinkies #urban-fantasy #science

This building fool could only be Bess of Hardwicke, a woman whose name is seldom seen in print without the word “redoubtable” in front of it. I wondered if anyone ever called her redoubtable to her face. I redoubted it. ↗

— Joann Spears

#historical-fiction #six-of-one-by-joann-spears #tudors #women-s-humor #historical-fiction

Amy wondered if Bonaparte could declare war on Miss Gwen alone without breaking his peace with England ↗

— Lauren Willig

#historical-fiction #lauren-willig #spy #historical-fiction

Until now, I've been writing about "now" as if it were literally an instant of time, but of course human faculties are not infinitely precise. It is simplistic to suppose that physical events and mental events march along exactly in step, with the stream of "actual moments" in the outside world and the stream of conscious awareness of them perfectly synchronized. The cinema industry depends on the phenomenon that what seems to us a movie is really a succession of still pictures, running at twenty-five [sic] frames per second. We don't notice the joins. Evidently the "now" of our conscious awareness stretches over at least 1/25 of a second. In fact, psychologists are convinced it can last a lot longer than that. Take he familiar "tick-tock" of the clock. Well, the clock doesn't go "tick-tock" at all; it goes "tick-tick," every tick producing the same sound. It's just that our consciousness runs two successive ticks into a singe "tick-tock" experience—but only if the duration between ticks is less than about three seconds. A really bug pendulum clock just goes "tock . . . tock . . . tock," whereas a bedside clock chatters away: "ticktockticktock..." Two to three seconds seems to be the duration over which our minds integrate sense data into a unitary experience, a fact reflected in the structure of human music and poetry. ↗

— Paul Davies

#now #physics #reality #time #time-passing

He's naked," she said in a whisper louder than a yell. "He knows," Cyrus said. "Does he want a blanket?" "Apparently not. ↗

— Dominique Eastwick

#paranormal-romance #rubenesque #shapeshifter-romance #were-tiger #wiccan-haus

I don't know why I ever helped you." "You like broken things. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will #manga

And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation Of children who in tax-exempt institutions are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right or wrong ↗

— Tim Minchin

#white-wine-in-the-sun #song-lyrics