!quotes.

[allllure]

I will probably rarely update this, but I need somewhere to toss some quotes. So, yes, a quote list. Only one at the moment, because I'm changing the quote in my friends only post, so yep. :)
The quotes will be in the comments to make it easier to distinguish one from another.

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[allllure]

"listen. the more men you've had, the more i love you. do you understand that?"
"yes, perfectly."
"i hate purity, i hate goodness. i don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. i want everyone to be corrupt to the bones."
"well then, i ought to suit you, dear. i'm corrupt to the bones."
"you like doing this? i don't mean simply me; i mean the thing in itself?"
"i adore it."
george orwell (1984)

[allllure]

"you say truly that you are in the dark," replied mr. malthus with more animation. "why, my dear sir, this club is the temple of intoxication. if my enfeebled health could support the excitement more often, you may depend upon it i should be more often here. it requires all the sense of duty engendered by a long habit of ill-health and careful regimen, to keep me from excess in this, which is, i may say, my last dissipation. i have tried them all, sir," he went on, laying his hand on geraldine's arm, "all without exception, and i declare to you, upon my honour, there is not one of them that has not been grossly and untruthfully overrated. people trifle with love. now, i deny that love is a strong passion. fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intense joys of living. envy me--envy me, sir," he added with a chuckle, "i am a coward!"
robert louis stevenson (the suicide club)

[allllure]

out there, somewhere, is a man, i thought. he could be anybody, walks upright, sleeps with a roof over his head, and has the usual number of fingers and toes. he is probably white and much younger than my forty years. he is ordinary by most standards, and probably doesn't drive a bmw or grace the bars in the slip or the finer clothing stores along main street.
but, then again, he could. he could be anybody and he was nobody. mr. nobody. the kind of guy you don't remember after riding up twenty floors alone with him inside an elevator.
he had become the self-appointed dark ruler of the city, an obsession for thousands of people he had never seen, and an obsession of mine. mr. nobody.
patricia cornwell (postmortem)

[allllure]

the dead are defenseless, and the violation of this woman, like the others, had only begun. i knew it would not end until lori petersen was turned inside out, every inch of her photographed, and all of it on display for experts, the police, attorneys, judges and members of the jury to see. there would be thoughts, remarks about her physical attributes or lack of them. there would be sophomoric jokes and cynical asides as the victim, not the killer, went on trial, every aspect of her person and the way she lived, scrutinized, judged and, in some instances, degraded.
patricia cornwell (postmortem)

[allllure]

the dead have never bothered me. it is the living i fear.
patricia cornwell (postmortem)