#wool

Dressing, I chose the second shirt, the one softened in the mouth of a trained and perfumed albino hippopotamus and made entirely of pigeon's wool, because it goes better with the shoes than the one stitched with baby hair. ↗

— Nick Harkaway

#humor #shirt #wool #humor

But suspense presupposes uncertainty. No matter how nightmarish the situation, real suspense is impossible when we know in advance that the protagonist will prevail (as we would if Woolrich had used series characters) or will be destroyed. This is why, despite his congenital pessimism, Woolrich manages any number of times to squeeze out an upbeat resolution. Precisely because we can never know whether a particular novel or story will be light or dark, allegre or noir, his work remains hauntingly suspenseful. ("Introduction") ↗

— Francis M. Nevins

#noir #noir-fiction #suspense #pessimism

Eventually I fell asleep in the Rabies and Lycanthropy section. Woolsey bites on occasion, and I'm concerned.' - Magnus Bane ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kinky #lycanthropy #magnus #magnus-bane #rabies

Like what you see? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #woolsey-scott #will-herondale

Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#change

All we can do about this nightmare we live in is to create, if we are very lucky, a few islands of love and trust to sustain us and help us forget. But love dies while the lovers go on living, and Woolrich excels at making us watch while relationships corrode. He knew the horrors that both love and lovelessness can breed, yet he created very few irredeemably evil characters; for with whoever loves or needs love, Woolrich identifies, all of that person's dark side notwithstanding. ("Introduction") ↗

— Francis M. Nevins

#crime-fiction #life #noir #noir-fiction #life

Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#silence #woolf #love

Mrs Woolf's complaint should be addressed to her creator, who made her, rather than me. ↗

— Cecil Beaton

#complaint #creator #her #made #me

After all, the wool of a black sheep is just as warm. ↗

— Ernest Lehman

#black #black sheep #just #sheep #warm

Here we grow the flax and grain; here we raise the meat they eat, and the wool to keep them warm; we cut trees to build their houses and firewood to heat their stoves. ↗

— Ernest Poole

#cut #eat #firewood #grain #grow