"As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness — just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm."

—Laura Ingalls Wilder (via subarusakurazukamori)

"But he was only Lestat, as I’ve described him to you: devoid of mystery, finally his limits as familiar to me in those months in eastern Europe as his charms. I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow there was a disturbing comfort in that, and despite myself, I’d envision his face—not as it had been the last night in the fire, but on other nights, the last evening he spent with us at home, his hand playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A sickness rose in me more wretched than aguish when I saw what my dreams were doing. I wanted him alive!"

—Louis from Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice (via monsieur-le-rockstar)

"It’s my birthday. I’m ten. Mum spends the whole day screaming. But I love you because you’re my son, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you."

—

Owen Harper: Torchwood, ‘Adam.’  (via imliterallytoocoolforschool)

I like that Torchwood provided absolutely no follow-up to or explanation of this character back story. 

(via ajlenova)

"

Ianto Jones was at his station behind the run-down Tourist Information Centre that served as a front to the clandestine goings-on in Torchwood. His bare feet were on his desk, his tie slumped like a crestfallen snake next to an open pizza box, the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

‘Taking it easy, I see?’ said Jack, stepping out through the security door that led into the Hub itself. 'Well, at least someone has the right idea. Whatcha doing there, Sport?’

’“Sport”?’ said Ianto. 'Not sure I like “Sport” as a term of endearment. “Sexy” is good, if unimaginative. “Pumpkin” is a bit much, but “Sport”? No. You’ll have to think of another one.’

'OK, Tiger Pants. Whatcha doing?’

"

—Torchwood novel - Trace Memory

"Sir, I’m trying to hook up two pieces of alien tech using spares from an electrical repair shop. My only guide is the research notes of a lunatic captain, who keeps breaking off from his findings to reminisce about old boyfriends. This isn’t standard field engineering, sir."

—Character Joe Leonard from the Torchwood novel The Men Who Sold The World, describing his difficulty in working with the notes of Captain Jack Harkness

"

He stuck his head around the serving hatch and grinned at Ianto and Gwen as they wrestled a ‘glandular’ lady in a plastic tiara back out of the doors and away from her precious buckets of fried bird. 'Having fun?’ he asked, then chuckled at the expressive hand gestures they offered.

'I have bruises,’ said Ianto, 'on places that have never been bruised in the line of duty before.’

'That rather depends on what you consider your duty,’ said Jack, kissing him on the cheek and waving at the large lady now stuck on the outside of the glass.

"

—Torchwood novel - The Men Who Sold The World

"

There is one piece of good news: I cleared things with Broderick. You have sanction in this until someone from higher up slaps his wrists.’

‘Broderick actually approved this?’

'I know. I think it’s because he’s always had the hots for me.’

'Not that he really likes and respects my work?’

'He hates you, Rex.’

'Can’t think why.’

'You refused to hand over the route mapping in Venezuela.’

'I suggested he would be better not interfering and let me get on with my job. I was perfectly friendly.’

'You told him to suck your balls.’

'The very definition of friendly. I don’t let just anyone suck them.’

"

—Rex Matheson and Esther Drummond - Torchwood novel “The Men Who Sold The World”