Title: Post a quotation from the book you are reading
Ri - January 16, 2007 05:10 PM (GMT)
I thought it would be fun to have a thread with quotations from the books we are currently reading.
Here is mine. It is a chapter header from Good Debt, Bad Debt by Jon Hansen.
"Failure is God's way of saying, 'Excuse me, you are headed in the wrong direction.'"
-Oprah Winfrey
SciFisstrs - January 16, 2007 07:13 PM (GMT)
Great topic. Hmm I'll have to think about mine and get back :)
caseyw - January 16, 2007 07:17 PM (GMT)
Does it have to be from what we're currently reading? I recall a line out of a book I read not to long ago that I liked.
yourotherleft - January 16, 2007 07:23 PM (GMT)
Ooh, I've got a good one from the book I just finished! :)
The main character's feeling upon entering a book shop...
It had more to do with the way the place made a person feel than anything else. I could never describe it. You would have to be a person who loves books to understand, who loves the way they look and smell. And the quiet that surrounds them. And the way it seeps into your soul. - From The Fifth of March by Ann Rinaldi
SandDanz - January 16, 2007 07:25 PM (GMT)
I'm sure that would be fine casey. :)
I'm posting one from "Sleeping With the Fishes" by MaryJanice Davidson (apologies for the dirty words :whistle: ):
"Mom, he was fucking my mother. He's a motherfucker! What would you have done?"
ETA: This was said upon walking in on her mom & dad having sex on the coffee table and her tossing her "dad" over the couch.
caseyw - January 16, 2007 07:31 PM (GMT)
From Much Ado In Maggody by Joan Hess
"He has cotton for brains and there isn't enough of that to make a tampon for a mouse."
freelunch - January 16, 2007 08:48 PM (GMT)
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| After a while, hems on pants began to unravel and words would not stay still on the pages of books. Water never boiled. People in town found they'd wake up without a history-walking out to get the morning paper, they would trip over their own memories, unraveled like bandages across the sidewalk. Women opened their dryers to find their whites had turned to feathers. Meat spoiled in the freezer. The colour blue looked completely wrong. |
from Second Glance by Jodi Picoult
cheesygiraffe - January 16, 2007 09:07 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (freelunch @ Jan 16 2007, 02:48 PM) |
| QUOTE | | After a while, hems on pants began to unravel and words would not stay still on the pages of books. Water never boiled. People in town found they'd wake up without a history-walking out to get the morning paper, they would trip over their own memories, unraveled like bandages across the sidewalk. Women opened their dryers to find their whites had turned to feathers. Meat spoiled in the freezer. The colour blue looked completely wrong. |
from Second Glance by Jodi Picoult |
I remember that quote! Great book! :D
Ri - January 17, 2007 02:24 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (caseyw @ Jan 16 2007, 03:17 PM) |
| Does it have to be from what we're currently reading? I recall a line out of a book I read not to long ago that I liked. |
Nah! Let's be free form here! Post whatever cool quotations you've got!
Sunlightbub - January 17, 2007 07:24 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (cheesygiraffe @ Jan 16 2007, 09:07 PM) |
| QUOTE (freelunch @ Jan 16 2007, 02:48 PM) | | QUOTE | | After a while, hems on pants began to unravel and words would not stay still on the pages of books. Water never boiled. People in town found they'd wake up without a history-walking out to get the morning paper, they would trip over their own memories, unraveled like bandages across the sidewalk. Women opened their dryers to find their whites had turned to feathers. Meat spoiled in the freezer. The colour blue looked completely wrong. |
from Second Glance by Jodi Picoult |
I remember that quote! Great book! :D
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I read that book about the same time as The Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman, and although I enjoyed them both, they get mixed up in my head now :blink:
cosmic-gin - January 17, 2007 09:53 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (sanddanz @ Jan 17 2007, 06:25 AM) |
I'm sure that would be fine casey. :)
I'm posting one from "Sleeping With the Fishes" by MaryJanice Davidson (apologies for the dirty words :whistle: ):
"Mom, he was fucking my mother. He's a motherfucker! What would you have done?"
ETA: This was said upon walking in on her mom & dad having sex on the coffee table and her tossing her "dad" over the couch. |
Haha! :lol:
Nothing stands out for me - well, not in comparison to all of your great quotes .. haha! But I'm ready In Her Shoes which is a very cool book ;)
zzz - January 17, 2007 10:57 AM (GMT)
Translations are incourteous between Europeans! […]Ackkk, for your schoolmasters, for your minister of education, execution is too good! Is not even arrogance! […] You English, you deserve that the government of Monster Thatcher! I curse you with twenty years of Thatchers! Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is prison![…]
(I love this one!!!)
caseyw - January 17, 2007 08:32 PM (GMT)
"I don't have a lot of domestic instincts," Ranger said to me, his attention fixing on the unidentified glob of goo in my hair, "but I have a real strong urge to take you home and hose you down."
I went dry in the mouth. Connie bit her lip, and Lula fanned herself with a file.
After Ranger leaves...
"I think I just wet my pants," Lula said. "Was that one of them double entedres?"
From Eleven On Top - Janet Evanovich
nursiegirl42 - January 18, 2007 12:21 AM (GMT)
"Gianna, I want you to always remember one thing: You were not supposed to live, but God allowed you to have life. You must always focus on the fact that you did not die- you have life. Always rejoice in that gift"
From: Gianna: Aborted.. and Lived To Tell About It by Jessica Shaver
SciFisstrs - January 18, 2007 08:36 AM (GMT)
Nothing great here but here's what I got.
The elderly woman's lips had begun to move.
"The clock!" she whispered. "That was it! The clock!"
ladyjanet - January 18, 2007 03:29 PM (GMT)
"The famous 19th century physicist Ernst Mach (1838-1916) (who gave his name to the mach number for the speed of sound) refused to acknowledge the existence of atoms because he couldn't see them."
From Just a Theory by Moti Ben-Ari which I am reading for my Natural Resource Science class. And it's just as exciting as it sounds.....
SciFisstrs - January 19, 2007 07:10 AM (GMT)
I forgot to put what book my quote is from :lol:
The Secret Clock by Carolyn Keene
SandDanz - January 19, 2007 01:41 PM (GMT)
thought about moving this to "Board Games"... opinions?
mellonhead - January 23, 2007 05:21 PM (GMT)
This seems more like book talk to me.
"Just before standing up to add her sales cry to the Moore Street melody, Agnes's thoughts were: Well, fuck you, Redser Browne, leavin' me with seven orphans and not an organism to show for it."
Agnes Browne (previously published as "The Mammy") by Brendan O'Carroll. Great book.
cheesygiraffe - January 28, 2007 10:05 PM (GMT)
"On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder of our small place in the world. A reminder of what is beautiful is fleeting."
The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud by Ben Sherwood
geishabird - January 29, 2007 02:09 AM (GMT)
Very nice line from The Black Madonna, collection of stories by Doris "why the hell doesn't she have a Nobel Prize yet" Lessing, on the subject of "learned" racism:
"...certain questions presented themselves in the child's mind; and because the answers were not easy to accept, they were silenced by an even greater arrogance of manner."
I think those few words speak volumes.
SciFisstrs - January 29, 2007 07:26 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (mellonhead @ Jan 23 2007, 05:21 PM) |
This seems more like book talk to me.
"Just before standing up to add her sales cry to the Moore Street melody, Agnes's thoughts were: Well, fuck you, Redser Browne, leavin' me with seven orphans and not an organism to show for it."
Agnes Browne (previously published as "The Mammy") by Brendan O'Carroll. Great book. |
Oh I love that book. I have the movie too. And I can her Agnes saying that too :lol:
SandDanz - January 29, 2007 07:15 PM (GMT)
"Really? Where was the restraining order, Mona, when Deke painted my house the color of a vagina?"
(From "In Deep Voodoo" by Stephanie Bond)
:lol: :P
caligula03 - January 29, 2007 07:30 PM (GMT)
"As easygoing as he was, Jock took the cork sorting very seriously."
I'm reading Cork Boat by John Pollack.
SandDanz - January 29, 2007 07:33 PM (GMT)
Caligula... is your avatar of one of your own?
cheesygiraffe - January 29, 2007 07:36 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (SandDanz @ Jan 29 2007, 01:33 PM) |
| Caligula... is your avatar of one of your own? |
That's her daughter, Harriet. She's eating carrots! :wub:
SandDanz - January 30, 2007 05:01 AM (GMT)
Okay, I am trying to go to bed, but just read the next line of my book (Dead and Dateless by Kimberly Raye) and had to quote it before going to sleep:
"Are you a parking ticket, because you have fine written all over you." (this said by a cab driver)
:lol: Okay, going to sleep now! :P
caligula03 - January 30, 2007 05:27 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (cheesygiraffe @ Jan 29 2007, 07:36 PM) |
| QUOTE (SandDanz @ Jan 29 2007, 01:33 PM) | | Caligula... is your avatar of one of your own? |
That's her daughter, Harriet. She's eating carrots! :wub:
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That's Harriet. She's nuts about carrots. She's also learning about spoons.
SandDanz - January 30, 2007 02:25 PM (GMT)
caligula03 - February 3, 2007 05:28 AM (GMT)
From Australian Slanguage: "All these efforts to put distance between Australians and the Cockneys onthe score of accent seem to have fallen on deaf ears because on numerous occasions I have heard non-Australians -- mainly Americans -- assert their very firm belief that we talk 'Cockney' and it is all because of that 'i' instead of 'a' in our speech."
Daelith - July 12, 2007 01:45 PM (GMT)
From The Vampire's Seduction by Raven Hart
A little set up - Jack has just learned that in order to complete the making of a female vampire, he would have to have sex with her when he woke up from his day sleep. The female he's talking about is now locked in a coffin going berserk from the change. Jack's getting drunk on Dewars and blood while listening to her screaming.
"At this rate, what kind of shape was she going to be in by sundown? What kind of wild woman was I going to be expected to get it on with? I'd heard of guys -- sumo wrestlers -- who could draw their own genitalia up into their body cavities. Damned if it didn't feel like that was happening on its own right now. I pictured the most scary, hysterical female I could think of and came up with a mental picture of somewhere between the Bride of Frankenstein and Courtney Love. Pucker up, buttercup."
Another Jack line from later in the book.
"A long drive to California was looking better and better, even if I was on fire the whole time."
candieb - July 12, 2007 02:15 PM (GMT)
Albus Dumbledore Quote in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Don't count your owls before they are delivered...
ladiibbug - July 12, 2007 04:50 PM (GMT)
From Falling for Anthony (Meljean Brook's short story in Hot Spell, paranormal anthol.):
"Colin Ames-Beaumont, the younger son of the Earl of Norbridge, could not be hurried in his dress -- neither the most pleasurable entertainment nor the most beautiful woman could ever induce him to leave the house before every fold of his cravat lay perfectly in place -- and anyone who happened to be in his vicinity at that time could be subject to his valet's attentions, should Colin judge that person unfashionable in any way."
PepperVL - July 12, 2007 05:07 PM (GMT)
The meek shall inherit the Earth.
Eventually. When everyone else has quite finished with it and the meek have stopped saying 'No, please, after you.' Until then, the cocky little bastards shall inherit the Earth; which means that by the time the meek get their hands on it they'll wish the old fool had left them some money or a clock or something instead.
From Odds and Gods by Tom Holt.
geishabird - July 17, 2007 03:58 AM (GMT)
From Popular Music by Mikael Niemi:
The most dangerous thing of all, and something he wanted to warn me about above all else, the one thing that had consigned whole regiments of unfortunate young people to the twilight world of insanity, was reading books. This objectionable practice had increased among the younger generation, and Dad was more pleased than he could say to note that I had not yet displayed any such tendencies. Lunatic asylums were overflowing with folk who'd been reading too much. Once upon a time, they'd been just like you and me, physically strong, straightforward, cheerful and well-balanced. Then they'd started reading. Most often by chance. A bout of flu perhaps, with a few days in bed. An attractive book cover that had aroused some curiosity. And suddenly the bad habit had taken hold. The first book had led to another. Then another, and another, all links in a chain that led straight down into the eternal night of mental illness. It was impossible to stop. It was worse than drugs.
...the most dangerous kind of book was fiction - that's where all the brooding was sparked off and encouraged. Dammit all! Addictive and risky products like that should only be available in state-regulated monopoly stores, rationed, and sold only to those with a licence, and mature in age.
:rofl:
You've all been warned...
PepperVL - July 17, 2007 04:01 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (geishabird @ Jul 16 2007, 11:58 PM) |
From Popular Music by Mikael Niemi:
The most dangerous thing of all, and something he wanted to warn me about above all else, the one thing that had consigned whole regiments of unfortunate young people to the twilight world of insanity, was reading books. This objectionable practice had increased among the younger generation, and Dad was more pleased than he could say to note that I had not yet displayed any such tendencies. Lunatic asylums were overflowing with folk who'd been reading too much. Once upon a time, they'd been just like you and me, physically strong, straightforward, cheerful and well-balanced. Then they'd started reading. Most often by chance. A bout of flu perhaps, with a few days in bed. An attractive book cover that had aroused some curiosity. And suddenly the bad habit had taken hold. The first book had led to another. Then another, and another, all links in a chain that led straight down into the eternal night of mental illness. It was impossible to stop. It was worse than drugs.
...the most dangerous kind of book was fiction - that's where all the brooding was sparked off and encouraged. Dammit all! Addictive and risky products like that should only be available in state-regulated monopoly stores, rationed, and sold only to those with a licence, and mature in age.
:rofl:
You've all been warned... |
If they lock me away does that mean that all the nasty real life stuff would stop interfering with my reading time?
EllyMae58 - July 18, 2007 12:14 AM (GMT)
This is from the book I finished last night. I thought it was a great line. :)
But really, she shouldn't have to be working that hard, in her wide-leg navy velvet Armani pants that hugged her ass like it was their job.
blackteiwaz - July 19, 2007 09:17 PM (GMT)
"...He passed from enthusiasm to doubt, then to confussion. It is a gradual process to gain full acceptance of the reality of the light; a mature understanding is not gained without confronting your own darkness."
From: The Angel is Near by Deepak Chopra
geishabird - July 20, 2007 10:44 PM (GMT)
From High Fidelity by Nick Hornby:
I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.
I've had years er, days like that...
CongestedChi - July 21, 2007 08:53 PM (GMT)
I haven't read this one in a while, but always loved this book (a worn copy of it is in my permanent collection, I will have to replace it with a better copy one of these days) I will post a more recently read quote later. (I just started a new book, I will post one from that)
I love this thread, btw :)
| QUOTE |
| That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. Charles Dickens- Great Expectations |