JAMES: I'm not losing my mind here...That gorilla just used a jetpack, right?
NATASHA: Yes. It did.
JAMES: Okay, this is officially one of the worst missions ever.
Readings in Classical Chinese Philosophy, Second Edition, Zhuangzi, Philip J. Ivanhoe & Bryan W. Van Norden, eds.
A way is made by walking it. A thing is so by calling it.
Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone
Tara stood in a metal box dangling by a thin cord over a thirty-story drop, and the other end of that cord was held by the promise of a ghost.
Captain America: American Dreamers (graphic novel), Ed Brubaker & Steve McNiven
FURY: I'm literally sure we ain't seen the last of her.
FALCON: Think she mighta' yelled those exact words when she was runnin' away.
Cryoburn, Lois McMaster Bujold
Mark's glance grew uncomfortably shrewd. "It's not your planet, you know. You can't fix it."
"No, but...well, no. But."
Paper Doll Fetus (poetry), Cynthia Marie Hoffman
If your grief has no name then give it one.
This page is a white net I cannot wriggle free from. I was lied to.
I never became anything. Dr. Haeckel, a book is not a womb.
You Are Here: From the Compass to GPS, the History and Future of How We Find Ourselves, Hiawatha Bray
What the airlines needed was somebody willing to go first--a paying customer with deep pockets and a willingness to back a daring and dangerous new technology. And they found it in the US Postal Service.
"O" Is for Outlaw, Sue Grafton
I made a pile of cards and shuffled, dealing myself a tarot reading of the data I'd collected. No insights emerged, and I finally packed it in. Maybe tomorrow I'd be smarter.
Winter Soldier: Broken Arrow (graphic novel), Ed Brubaker & Michael Lark
NATASHA: I think he was the one who made me believe I was a ballerina for several years.
JAMES: To be fair, you do have the moves.
NATASHA: To be fair.
Two Serpents Rise, Max Gladstone
"So we're fighting a mad, almost omnipotent sorceress."
"Yes."
"Great."
"For what it's worth, madness tends to be a disadvantage in this sort of thing."
Fireworks burst and burned, flared and retreated. The sky broke open time and again only to reclaim its darkness. All was subsumed in flames, which were themselves dancers, singers, beaters of drums, flowering on the infinite to die.
The New Jim Crow, Michelle Alexander
Seeing race is not the problem. Refusing to care for the people we see is the problem. The fact that the meaning of race may evolve over time or lose much of its significance is hardly a reason to be struck blind.
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