#arrow

Manhattan is a narrow island off the coast of New Jersey devoted to the pursuit of lunch. ↗

— Raymond Sokolov

#devoted #island #jersey #lunch #manhattan

Look," Luke went on, "In all the years I've known him, there's always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he's always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there." "Where's that?" "Wherever you were. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #luke-garroway #simon-lewis #city

I keep one simple rule that I only move in one direction - I write the book straight through from beginning to end. By following time's arrow, I keep myself sane. ↗

— Jonathan Lethem

#beginning #book #direction #end #following

Far from being the basis of the good society, the family, with its narrow privacy and tawdry secrets, is the source of all our discontents. ↗

— Edmund Leach

#being #family #far #good #narrow

I've never stunned anyone except in our D.A. lessons," said Luna, sounding mildly interested. "That was noisier than I thought it would be. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #humor #luna-lovegood #stun #death

The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. ↗

— Eric Berne

#birds #boy #concerned #hear #jay

Wait a second," Clary said. "I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-fray #funny #luke-garroway #the-mortal-instruments

I don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jocelyn-fray #luke-and-clary #luke-garroway #worthy #inspirational

You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been a painter than to bother with these god-damn words. I never actually thought of myself as a poet but I knew I had to be an artist in some way. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#kora-in-hell #modernist-poets #red-wheel-barrow #this-is-just-to-say #life

With good reason, love's messengers, Eros and Kama, are armed with bows and long-distance arrows. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love. ↗

— Diane Wolkstein

#becoming #bows #choice #eros #kama