天右嚔赤

“And I've got THIS," I pulled out the signum and held it up for him to see, "that says I'm kindred. And I've got THIS," I pointed at my head, "that says I'm as smart as you. And I have THIS," I held up my middle finger, "that says go to hell, you immortal bigot."
And with that I spun around and stomped out the door, filing the expression on Arthur's face in a mental folder labeled "Kate's Proudest Moments".”
― Amy Plum, Until I Die

“How about I take you to my studio? Much less dangerous. Plus, I need a model and you could sit for me."
"You want me to sit for a portrait?" I asked stunned.
"Actually, at the moment I'm concentrating on full-length nudes, in the spirit of Modigliani," Jules said. He was making an effort to keep a straight face. "Just kidding, Kates. You're a lady."
Jules was trying the guilt-trip method of attack. And it was working.
"Ok I'll pose for you," I conceded. "But under no circumstances will any article of clothing leave my body whilst I am in your studio."
"And if you're elsewhere?" he asked, breaking into a sly smile.
I rolled my eyes.”
― Amy Plum, Until I Die

“The Great and Tragic Love of Jonathan Shadowhunter and David the Silent, by Clary Fray, Aged 17.
SIMON IT WAS BY SIMON NOT ME

(...) Jonathan Shadowhunter: Oh, David, I would trust you with my life!
David: Oh, Jonathan, I would sacrifice my own life for your holy mission! (He almost does)
Jonathan: (weeping) David, you must return to me! I need you! I cannot do this thing without you!
David: Lo, I return!
Jonathan: Zounds! I feel a great stirring in my pantaloons!
David: What doth thy pantalo
SIMON I WILL KILL YOU”
― Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter's Codex

“Natural talent!" crowed Vincent, sweeping my sweaty self up into his arms and pacing across the room, holding me like a trophy. "Of course my girlfriend's got it. In truckloads! How else could she have slain a giant evil zombie, single-handedly saving my undead body?”
― Amy Plum, Until I Die

“Your... Your aura. It's... amazing. It's shining. I mean, it always shines, but today... Well I've never seen anything like it. I didn't expect that after everything that happened.'

I shifted around uncomfortably. If I lit up around Dimitri normally, what on earth happened to my aura post-sex?”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls

“I¨ve been sick for so long I don¨t
remember a time when I wasn¨t.”
― Alison G. Bailey, Present Perfect

“England is a nation of shopkeepers.”
― Napoleon Bonaparte

“Which brings me to the point of this call."
Thank God, baby Jesus, and the Holy Ghost.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wait for You

“Left weaponless, Roran was forced to retreat before the remaining soldier. He stumbled over a corpse, cutting his calf on a sword as he fell, and rolled to avoid a two-handed blow from the soldier, scrabbling frantically in the ankle-deep mud for something, anything he could use as a weapon. A hilt brushed his fingers, and he ripped it from the muck and slashed at the soldier's sword hand, severing his thumb.

The man stared dumbly at the glistening stump, then said, "This is what comes from not shielding myself."

"Aye," agreed Roran, and beheaded him.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“Finally! You're here!"
Uh....Do I know you?"
Well, no....But you're here, all the same...”
― Lynn Weingarten, Wherever Nina Lies

“Taylor clapped her hands three times for attention. "Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night. And Miss New Mexico -- aren't you from the chill-out state? Maybe you can channel up some new-age-Whole-Foods-incense calm right about now, because we have a big job ahead called staying alive.”
― Libba Bray, Beauty Queens

“Strong creatures don't form herds.
Have they never heard of a lone wolf?
Cats are cute, and wolves are cool.
So in essence, loners are cute and cool.”
― Wataru Watari, やはり鯵の楳敢ラブコメはまちがっている。2

“I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger. This girl is starved for attention. It's amazing to me when people are totally unaware of how bad they are at socializing.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“When your done releasing sexual tensions, we have a meeting to continue!"
~
Francis Bonnefoy, Hetalia, English Dub”
― Francis Bonnefoy

“Helen if you continue to fondle the bastard right in front of me, I'll have to dislocate his other shoulder.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“I will get your some clothes, a sword, and your very own assassin to join you on your quest."

"Ooh, just what I've always wanted. A man whose job title had the word ass in it not once, but two times.”
― Quinn Loftis

“She may be an uggo, but that dress would turn anyone into a rock star.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss

“Staring at her, his reasons are lost to me.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is...beastly.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Tell me the story," said Fenchurch firmly. "You arrived at the station."
"I was about twenty minutes early. I'd got the time of the train wrong."
"Get on with it." Fenchurch laughed.
"So I bought a newspaper, to do the crossword, and went to the buffet to get a cup of coffee."
"You do the crossword?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"The Guardian usually."
"I think it tries to be too cute. I prefer The Times. Did you solve it?"
"What?"
"The crossword in the Guardian."
"I haven't had a chance to look at it yet," said Arthur, "I'm still trying to buy the coffee."
"All right then. Buy the coffee."
"I'm buying it. I am also," said Arthur, "buying some biscuits."
"What sort?"
"Rich Tea."
"Good Choice."
"I like them. Laden with all these new possessions, I go and sit at a table. And don't ask me what the table was like because this was some time ago and I can't remember. It was probably round."
"All right."
"So let me give you the layout. Me sitting at the table. On my left, the newspaper. On my right, the cup of coffee. In the middle of the table, the packet of biscuits."
"I see it perfectly."
"What you don't see," said Arthur, "because I haven't mentioned him yet, is the guy sitting at the table already. He is sitting there opposite me."
"What's he look like?"
"Perfectly ordinary. Briefcase. Business suit. He didn't look," said Arthur, "as if he was about to do anything weird."
"Ah. I know the type. What did he do?"
"He did this. He leaned across the table, picked up the packet of biscuits, tore it open, took one out, and..."
"What?"
"Ate it."
"What?"
"He ate it."
Fenchurch looked at him in astonishment. "What on earth did you do?"
"Well, in the circumstances I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do. I was compelled," said Arthur, "to ignore it."
"What? Why?"
"Well, it's not the sort of thing you're trained for is it? I searched my soul, and discovered that there was nothing anywhere in my upbringing, experience or even primal instincts to tell me how to react to someone who has quite simply, calmly, sitting right there in front of me, stolen one of my biscuits."
"Well, you could..." Fenchurch thought about it. "I must say I'm not sure what I would have done either. So what happened?"
"I stared furiously at the crossword," said Arthur. "Couldn't do a single clue, took a sip of coffee, it was too hot to drink, so there was nothing for it. I braced myself. I took a biscuit, trying very hard not to notice," he added, "that the packet was already mysteriously open..."
"But you're fighting back, taking a tough line."
"After my fashion, yes. I ate a biscuit. I ate it very deliberately and visibly, so that he would have no doubt as to what it was I was doing. When I eat a biscuit," Arthur said, "it stays eaten."
"So what did he do?"
"Took another one. Honestly," insisted Arthur, "this is exactly what happened. He took another biscuit, he ate it. Clear as daylight. Certain as we are sitting on the ground."
Fenchurch stirred uncomfortably.
"And the problem was," said Arthur, "that having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject a second time around. What do you say? "Excuse me...I couldn't help noticing, er..." Doesn't work. No, I ignored it with, if anything, even more vigor than previously."
"My man..."
"Stared at the crossword, again, still couldn't budge a bit of it, so showing some of the spirit that Henry V did on St. Crispin's Day..."
"What?"
"I went into the breach again. I took," said Arthur, "another biscuit. And for an instant our eyes met."
"Like this?"
"Yes, well, no, not quite like that. But they met. Just for an instant. And we both looked away. But I am here to tell you," said Arthur, "that there was a little electricity in the air. There was a little tension building up over the table. At about this time."
"I can imagine.”
― Douglas Adams

“Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex, lies, intrigue, clowns, kleptomania, anal sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, bad driving, good cooking, and the missing head of a Justin Timberlake statue. Not for the sour of disposition.”
― L.B. Gregg, Catch Me If You Can

“She is INSANE," I scream, standing in the middle of Marshall's living room.
"Of course, she's insane. That would be your genealogy by the way.”
― Addison Moore, Toxic Part One

“There are two covenants that cease to exist in the Master's Kingdom - death and marriage."
"What an appropriate pairing," I muse.
"He thought so.”
― Addison Moore, Toxic Part One

“Was that my voice? Really? I sounded like a five-year-old girl with a smoking problem.”
― Kiera Cass, Happily Ever After

“You give frequent flyer miles with that guilt trip?”
― Cecily White, Prophecy Girl

“There are men and gods, and beings like Pythagoras.”
― Pythagoras

“Right. Like I'm going to lose my freaking mind and hop right down the demonic bunny trail with Marshall so he can paw me every chance he gets.”
― Addison Moore, Toxic Part One

“Si un ingl└s se siente inc┏modo en una situaci┏n (es decir, en todas) prepara 岳└. Es una regla universal: cuando no sepas qu└ hacer, pon la tetera en marcha. ?Que van a amputarte una pierna? No pasa nada, hombre, tomate una taza de 岳└ y asunto arreglado. ?Que tu novio te pone los cuernos? Don't worry, que voy a colocar la tetera al fuego. ?Que empieza la Tercera Guerra Mundial? Que no cunda el p│nico, hay 岳└ para todos.”
― Rebeca Rus, Mientras tanto, en Londres...