And round her waist she wore a silver-mounted green morocco-surrogate belt, bulging(for Lenina was not a freemartin) with the regular supply of contraceptives.
"Perfect!" cried Fanny enthusiastically. She could never resist Lenina's charm for long. "And what a perfectly sweet Malthusian belt!"
"I simply must get one like it," said Fanny.
This is one of my favorite scenes from Brave New World because I like random conversations. Also, the future seems to be promising since it has accessories that are both fashionable and practical. (Just kidding. They are all doomed.)
Meridion is using the time editor to change the past to save the future..all the while in the present he watches F'dor spirits engulf the world and soon him...
— The Symphony of Ages Book Series by Elizabeth Haydon
"He must have crawled away from the others," Jon said.
"Or been driven away," their father said, looking at the sixth pup. Hir fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the other pups were still blind.
"An albino," Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. "This one will die even faster than the others."
Jon Snow gave his father's ward a long, chilling, look.
"I think not, Greyjoy," he said. "This one belongs to me."
After just re-reading 3000 pages and then finishing reading 1000 new pages, this scene is from the end of the first chapter of the first book of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series. Who wants to read the rest?? It's a good 4000 or so pages! With more 1000s to come.
This is what it'd be like if I were in Ghost World. I always read the comic and thought I would love to be friends with those crazy girls. I still think we are a sarcastic match made in heaven.
Sebastian from Brideshead Revisited is one of my favorite literary characters, largely because he carries his teddy bear Aloysius everywhere and treats it like a living being.
My book is American Gods by Neil Gaiman. This is Mad Sweeney, a leprechaun, showing Shadow how to pull a gold coin from the Pot of Gold when they get completely plastered one night.
"The black glass windshield–or facemask, or whatever you call it–has a hole blown through it. Big enough that Y.T. could put her hand through. On the other side of that hole, it's dark and she can't see much, especially so close to the bright orange glare coming from the radiators. But she can see that red stuff is coming out from inside. And it ain't no Dexron II. The Rat Thing is hurt and it's bleeding." —Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash
This picture is a colossal failure on so many levels: unfinished, not achieving vision, screwed up proportions. But I think I was fairly accurate with Y.T.'s clothes. That counts for something, right? No? ^_^;