#blue

Sleep: the stepchild of Death. ↗

— Nancy A. Collins

#sleep #sonja-blue #death

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#story

Stop running, you fools!" Kronos yelled. "Stand and ACKK!" That last part was because a panicked Hyperborean giant stumbled backwards and sat on top of him. The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hyperborean-giant #kronos #lord-of-time #running

The fact is, the heart and mind aren't always friendly. And in my case, they're barely speaking. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#fact

Maura had decided sometime before Blue's birth that it was barbaric to order children about, and so Blue had grown up surrounded by imperative question marks. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#raven-boys #birth

He has a fascination with mortals. Raphael had said that to her before she'd woken with wings of midnight and dawn. "Why are you starting at me, Ellie?" Illium said without taking his eyes from the blade dancing around his fingers. The words were instinctive, something she might as easily have said to rib Ransom. "You're so pretty, it's difficult to resist." A flashing grin, a hint of that aristocratic English accent in his response. "It's hard to be me, it's true. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#elena #illium #responsibility

I hope I redeemed myself with the whole dancing-sex comparison.” “I suppose there were a couple of notable similarities,” I observed, holding a straight face. “A couple? What about attention to detail, heavy exertion, lots of sweat, and single-minded determinedness to get the job done and done well?” “Mostly I was thinking you just don’t talk during sex.” Mean perhaps, but I couldn’t resist. “Well, my mouth has better things to do.” I swallowed, my own mouth dry. “Are we still talking about dancing? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-blues #observation

That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear? ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#conscience #fear #kristin-cashore #conscience

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you? ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#secret

Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking 'bout the government. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#medicine