In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. The streets stank of manure, the courtyards of urine, the stairwells stank of moldering wood and rat droppings, the kitchens of spoiled cabbage and mutton fat; the unaired parlors stank of stale dust, the bedrooms of greasy sheets, damp featherbeds, and the pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. The stench of sulfur rose from the chimneys, the stench of caustic lyes from the tanneries, and from the slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. People stank of sweat and unwashed clothes; from their mouths came the stench of rotting teeth, from their bellies that of onions, and from their bodies, if they were no longer very young, came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumorous disease. The rivers stank, the marketplaces stank, the churches stank, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces.The peasant stank as did the priest, the apprentice as did his master’s wife, the whole of the aristocracy stank, even the king himself stank, stank like a rank lion, and the queen like an old goat, summer and winter
Patrick SüskindTag: amazing-writing
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
Vladimir NabokovTag: amazing-writing
The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?
John SteinbeckTag: dark amazing-writing twisted my-kind-of-book
People believe what they are told.
Jacqueline CareyTag: politics lies amazing-writing truthful
I love you always. Time is nothing.
Audrey NiffeneggerTag: time-travel amazing-writing love-story
He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. “You’re Mary Jane,” he said finally. “And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because...you’re basically amazing.
J.M. RichardsTag: romantic romance hero amazing-writing comic-books geek-love heroines geek-girl hot-scene romantic-quotes
It’s so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here.” His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn’t thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to his. I gave my head a slight shake and tried to slow my pulse
J.M. RichardsTag: romantic romance angst sweet amazing-writing great-quotes favorite-books heartwarming angsty-love j-m-richards tall-dark-streak-of-lightning tdsol hot-scene best-author chilvery smolder-moment-alert
I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind of cute, actually.” Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He ignored me. “I like to call her Doctor Fisher.
J.M. RichardsTag: romantic romance science-fiction heroes anna sweet-talk amazing-writing heroine geek-love great-quotes anna-and-davin davin j-m-richards tdsol smolder-moment-alert superheroine chad-s-a-jerk doctor-fisher tall-dark-streak-of-lighning
Amazing? My heart fluttered. “But I don’t want Flash or Harry,” I murmured. “You want Spider-Man,” he finished for me, looking a little wistful. I shrugged. “And Peter Parker.” He looked at me, very seriously. “Then don’t settle,” he said.
J.M. RichardsTag: romantic romance amazing-writing superhero sexy geek comic-fiction geek-girl smolder-moment-alert davin-and-anna superheroine best-quotes geeky-love sweet-talks
Who are you?” he asked, in a bewildered tone. I cocked my head at him, totally baffled. “I told you. Anna Fisher. And I happen to be starving, so let’s go.” I tugged at his arm and led him back in line.
J.M. RichardsTag: amazing-writing great-quotes cute-stuff-guys-say anna-and-davin tall-dark-streak-of-lightning tdsol j-m-richards-ftw j-m-richards-quotes anna-ftw cute-moments the-first-day
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