Quotes for All
Hush Hattie! I said, intoxicated with my success. I don’t want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan’t marry the prince. I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, I shan’t marry the prince. I turned back into the hall and ran to Char … Read more
Lady Maccon.” “By George, Boots! How the deuce can you possibly tell that there is Lady Maccon?” queried the other top-hated gentleman. “Who else would be standing in the middle of a street on full-moon night with a raging ruddy fire behind her, waving a parasol about?” “Good point, good point. Gail Carriger
Few novels truly deserve the description ‘rollicking’ in the way Mary Novik’s Conceit does. A hearty, boiling stew of a novel, served up in rich old-fashioned story-telling. Novik lures her readers into the streets of a bawdy seventeenth-century London with a nudge and a wink and keeps them there with her infectious love of detail … Read more
Curiosity ran unchecked through him, like the wind outside through the deserted streets, along the canal, around the little wooden houses, everywhere, as far as the mountain. Gabrielle Roy
Sorry but nothing of much importance ever happened to me…I’m just a girl who forgot to look both ways before crossing the street. Gabrielle Zevin
One thing I loved about New Zealand was the indoor/outdoor lifestyle of the place. I remember going from Xboxing, jamming out on guitars and drum machines in my buddy’s apartment, to a bike ride through the parks and up and down the streets all over the city, to the ocean, right into the water. I … Read more
Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use…. At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said Macondo and another larger … Read more
She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed, in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go see her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark … Read more
A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. … Read more
Surrealism runs through the streets. Gabriel Garcia Marquez