#wi

Oh, leave it,” said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. “She’s annexed my plan!” “Will,” Tessa said firmly. “Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?” Will pointed a finger at her. “That,” he said. “The second one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa #will #light

I'm always right, always wrong. Dressing bad's like loving you there is nothing i haven't worn. Nothing, I haven’t said before. You are nothing I haven’t felt before. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#loving-you #not-with-you #said-before #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#books #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #nature

The culture of the Epic Fail, in its rituals of comic sacrifice, is a culture of sublimated predation. ↗

— Mark O'Connell

#witty #art

Dad had this story. A Marine and a Navy guy walk into a bathroom together. They both take a piss, and then sailor goes to the sink. The Marine heads for the door, and the sailor says, "Hey- in the Navy they teach us to wash up after we take a leak." And the Marine turns around and says, "Yeah? Well, in the Marines they teach us not to piss on our hands. ↗

— Keith R.A. DeCandido

#supernatural #supernatural

Dimitri: "She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential—" Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?" Kirova: "Guardian Belikov is the Princess Lissa's guardian now, her sanctioned guardian." Rose: "You got cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#vampire-academy #wild

He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#probably #silence #understand #who #will

Why are you always trying to get yourself killed?" "It's my job." "It's a hazard of your job. At least for most Shadowhunters. For you it seems to be the purpose. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #simon-lewis #purpose

Jace set what he was holding down on the windowsill and reached out to her. She came to lean against him, and his hand slid up under her t-shirt and rested caressingly, possessively, on the small of her back. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, but the gentleness went quickly and soon she was pressed up against the glass of the window, his hands at the hem of her shirt — his shirt — “Jace.” She moved a little bit away. “I’m pretty sure people down there in the street can see us.” “We could …” He gestured toward the bed. “Move…over there.” She grinned. “You said that like it took you a while to come up with the idea.” When he spoke, his voice was muffled against her neck. “What can I say, you make my thought processes slow down. Now I know what it’s like to be a normal person.” “How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting. “Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #witty

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#invention #quip #wings #writing #write