Her soul is clear of any red seals, but that won't last long, ' cause Papa's come to play.
Victoria ScottMots clés humor dante the-collector
Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!
Dante AlighieriMots clés hell satan dante pluto dante-alighieri
You can quiz me on Petrarch, Medea, Shakespeare or Dante, I know them all, and I’m sorry, but they’ve all gone wrong. Dumb glorified men, writing words about love and life as if they knew. As far as I’m concerned, they didn’t make it out alive either, so I’m sure as hell not going to go to them for advice.
Charlotte ErikssonMots clés life love writing shakespeare petrarch dante medea
He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.
Benjamin Alire SáenzMy son, you've seen the temporary fire
and the eternal fire; you have reached
the place past which my powers cannot see.
I've brought you here through intellect and art;
from now on, let your pleasure be your guide;
you're past the steep and past the narrow paths.
Look at the sun that shines upon your brow;
look at the grasses, flowers, and the shrubs
born here, spontaneously, of the earth.
Among them, you can rest or walk until
the coming of the glad and lovely eyes--
those eyes that weeping, sent me to your side.
Await no further word or sign from me:
your will is free, erect, and whole-- to act
against that will would be to err: therefore
I crown and miter you over yourself
Mots clés freedom weeping dante virgil
Whatsamatter?" Dante scraped a hand over his abs, his neck, the side of his face--collecting his jizz. He sucked his pleasure off his lower lip. "I gave myself a fuckin' necklace.
Damon SuedeGriff held his breath while Dante's hand slid against the side of his soft bulge. He tried to remember that they were just two friends joking around on the corner in Brooklyn.(...) "Yeah. I coulda…you don't have to play undersea treasure hunt in my damn pants."
"Gotta watch out for that electric eel." Dante closed his hand over the ring and winked and pulled his fist out.
I'm surprised he doesn't reach for a wet nap to rid his hands of my general poorness.
Victoria ScottAnnabelle smiles with one side of her mouth. "I don't look like a tomato?"
"You look like a beauty." I take her arm and guide her toward the lounge area. "Now rock that shit.
Only seconds slip by without me scrambling for the aid of someone better, more knowledgeable, to walk beside. Writers are good for that. They like nothing more than to tell you what they know.
Dorothy Sayers, with all her essays and treatises, was good for that. Are women human? What constitutes the mind of the Maker? How did Dante survive the Inferno? Ask Dorothy; she’ll tell you and gladly.
Mots clés writing inferno dante rats dorothy-sayers are-women-human mind-of-the-maker
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