“That old man with spotted hands invited me to think of the several ways in which cannonballs might be stacked on a courthouse lawn, of the several ways in which oranges might be packed into a crate.” - Cat’s Cradle, Vonnegut
“Good hunting,” said Kaa, grimly, and glided away to the west wall.”- The Jungle Book 1, Rudyard Kippling
In time I were able to keep him, and I kep him till he went off in a purple leptic fit.
-Great Expectations, Charles DickensWhy not give ourselves up to the unrestrained enjoyment of the present? - The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
We all know what that means.Anything that’s mended is but patch’d; virtue that transgresses is but patch’d with sin, and sin that amends is but patch’d with virtue. - Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
“Tony Nowak’s apartment is in the seventeeth police precinct, but dead bodies from those plush addresses go down to the Twenty-First Street Morgue and are put in the chilled drawers alongside pushers from Times Square and Chinese laundrymen from the Tenderloin.”
That’s the first fucking PARAGRAPH >:C
Fuck this, lemme use another book.
“Peeta’s a baker’s son.”
They entirely refused to have it in bed with them, or even their room; and I had no more sense, so I put it on the landing of the stairs, hoping it might be gone by the morrow.
— Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
There was no sagging at the knees, no girly attempt to soften the fall; he just went from standing up, one hand out, to lying down, one hand up.
- Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett
Oh okay.
(Source: loveclaire)
