#olive

You gotta have good olive oil. You should have a cooking olive oil and you should have a finishing olive oil, like an extra-virgin olive oil. ↗

— Emeril Lagasse

#finishing #good #gotta #like #oil

They eat the dainty food of famous chefs with the same pleasure with which they devour gross peasant dishes, mostly composed of garlic and tomatoes, or fisherman's octopus and shrimps, fried in heavily scented olive oil on a little deserted beach. ↗

— Luigi Barzini

#chefs #composed #dainty #deserted #devour

She couldn't help but grin at him. "It is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Even more exciting than being abducted by you. "Galen and Rose got married that summer," she went on. "It was terribly romantic." She shrugged again. "Honestly? I'm having a hard time believing that it won't happen like that again. Galen will work some magic. We'll seal the gate and go home. Poppy and Daisy will have a beautiful wedding." Oliver got up from his chair and came over to the bed. He sank down beside her and put his arm around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "It will be alright," he told her "You shouldn't be afraid. ↗

— Jessica Day George

#petunia #beauty

You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#gates-of-paradise #melissa-de-la-cruz #oliver-hazard-perry #tragic #warrior

Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass out. And then I decide I'm definitely dreaming, because as I'm watching, Alex starts peeling his shirt off over his head. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #dreaming #funny #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding, mouths open and white teeth glinstening, dark glossy hair and deep blue sky and unrelenting light, everyone drowning in light - everything so clear and perfect I'm sure it must already be a memory, or a dream. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #dreams

Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking about food? ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#oliver #food

They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester, over every fenced-in city in the whole country, and I will bomb and bomb and bomb, and watch all their buildings smoldering to dust, and all those people melting and bleeding into flame, and I will see how they like it. If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #lena #pandemonium #wilds #imagination

Exercise II. Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous. I have written an example to get you started: Dear Diary, I spent the morning admiring my skin elasticity. God alive, I feel supple. ↗

— Joe Dunthorne

#oliver-tate #humor

One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #life