What's Your Favorite Quote From a Novel?- Page 2

[cturtle]

Posted: 1/7/05 at 11:14pm

i agree that AT SWIM is very well crafted. but i found the language more challenging than WAR AND PEACE!

Updated On: 1/8/05 at 11:14 PM

[AndyHardy]

Posted: 1/7/05 at 11:57pm

Not to turn this into an "At Swim" appreciation thread but don't let the language put you off. It gets easier.

"A sadness and tenderness descended as he saw how beautiful the world was. The clearing sky was beautiful, the leaping dew, the breeze that blew like mint upon his face. (The) darling boy who limped through this imperial morn in his raggedy-daggledy clothes. Lamb dressed up as mutton. How sad that made him feel, and tender. Tender and sad and cold."

[GypsyRoseLee]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 12:35am

"One day, you will ask me to forgive you...and I will"

-The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux

[cturtle]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 9:52am

ANDY: i didn't give up on AT SWIM ... it was worth the extra effort!

[AndyHardy]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 9:57am

CT - "What cheer, eh?" :)

[ButtonstheClown]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 10:16am

"I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist... And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be..."

-The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[vicatella]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 10:22am

"From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light in the shadows will spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownles again shall be king." Tolkien's LOTR.

i love his writing, and especially his poems, b/c they're just so incredible and they just flow.

[ForTheLoveOfLea]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 8:22pm

I like your quote a lot, Buttons.

[ButtonstheClown]

Posted: 1/8/05 at 10:18pm

It's from a book I hold very close to my heart.

[munkustrap178]

Posted: 1/9/05 at 4:03pm

It's not my favorite - I have tons - but here's one that comes to mind:

"But, after all, he KNOWS I'm preggers. Well, I am, darling. six weeks gone. I don't see why THAT should surprise you. It didn't me. Not UN PEU bit. I'm delighted. I want to have at least nine. I'm sure some of them will be rather dark - Jose has a touch of le negre, I suppose you guessed that? Which is fine by me: what could be prettier than a quite coony baby with bright green beautiful eyes? I wish, please don't laugh - but I wish I'd been a virgin for him, for Jose, Not that I've warmed the multitudes some people say: I don't blame the bastards for SAYING it, I've always thrown out such a jazzy line. Really, though, I toted up the other night, and I've only had eleven lovers - not counting anything that happened before I was thirteen because, after all, that just DOESN'T count. Eleven. does that make me a whore? Look at Mag Wildwood. Or Honey Tucker. Or Rose Ellen Ward. They've had the old clap-yo'-hands so many times it amounts to applause. Of course I haven't had anything AGAINST whores. Excep-t this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts. I mean, you can't bang the guy and cash his checks and at least not TRY to believe you love him. I never have. Even Benny Shacklett and all those rodents. I sort of hypnotized myself into thinking their sheer rattiness had a certain allure. Actually, except for Doc, if you want to count Doc, Jose is my first non-rat romance...A person ought to be able to marry men or women or - listen, if you came to me and said you wanted to hitch up with Man 'o War, I'd respect your feeling. No, I'm serious. Love sould be allowed. I'm all for it. Now that I've got a pretty good idea what it is. Because I DO love Jose- I'd stop smoking if he asked me to. He's FRIENDLY, he can laugh me out of the mean reds, only I don't have them much and more, except sometimes, and even then they're no so hideola that I gulp Seconal or have to haul myself to Tiffany's: I take his suit to the cleaner, or stuff some mushrooms, and I feel fine, just great. Another thing, I've thrown away my horoscopes. I must have spent a dollar on every goddamn star in the goddamn planetarium. It's a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest - I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thught it would contribute to the day's enjoyment - but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer MAY cool you, but the other's sure to. Oh, screw it, cookie - hand me my guitar and I'll sing you a fado in THE most perfect Portuguese."

-BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S, by Truman Capote