#ata

She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#woman #ybon #life

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them. ↗

— Dave Eggers

#love #love

I’m not leaving you. Right here, right now is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you. That means I don’t leave. Sorry. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #love #poughkeepsie

I love you, Lochlan,” she said, hating the fact that her voice broke as she spoke the words. “I will always love you and you alone. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#kinley-macgregor #lochlan #the-warrior #love

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #poughkeepsie

If only others knew that Lady Calpurnia Hartwell, proper, well-behaved spinster, entertained deep-seated and certainly unladylike thoughts about fictional heroes. ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#love

We live forever by the grace of human love, which rocked strange children in their cradles and did not despair and did not turn away. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Warning: This data storage unit, or "book," has been designed to reprogram the human brain, allowing it to replicate the lost art that was once called reading. It is a simple adjustment and there will be no negative or harmful effects from this process. What you are doing: "Reading" Explained Each sheet is indelibly printed with information and the sheets are visually scanned from left to right, and from top to bottom. This scanned information is passed through the visual cortex directly into the brain, where it can then be accessed just like any other data. ↗

— Mike A. Lancaster

#information #reading #art

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#humanity #machines #monkeys #reflection #thought

If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#atavism #race #men