Sentence of the Day:
It is truly impossible to say how many men there were, in part because I didn't keep count, and in part because my interactions with many of them were so similar.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
It is truly impossible to say how many men there were, in part because I didn't keep count, and in part because my interactions with many of them were so similar.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
December 12, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Sentence of the Day:
It is truly impossible to say how many men there were, in part because I didn't keep count, and in part because my interactions with many of them were so similar.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
It is truly impossible to say how many men there were, in part because I didn't keep count, and in part because my interactions with many of them were so similar.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Sentence of the Day:
And everything that had happened to me in Epstein's world had only confirmed that certain privileged men existed in a liminal space outside the law, no matter how dastardly their behavior.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
And everything that had happened to me in Epstein's world had only confirmed that certain privileged men existed in a liminal space outside the law, no matter how dastardly their behavior.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
December 11, 2025 at 11:32 AM
Sentence of the Day:
And everything that had happened to me in Epstein's world had only confirmed that certain privileged men existed in a liminal space outside the law, no matter how dastardly their behavior.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
And everything that had happened to me in Epstein's world had only confirmed that certain privileged men existed in a liminal space outside the law, no matter how dastardly their behavior.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Sentence of the Day:
Frequently, Epstein told me something I needed to hear: that I was smart and full of potential.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Frequently, Epstein told me something I needed to hear: that I was smart and full of potential.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
December 9, 2025 at 11:31 AM
Sentence of the Day:
Frequently, Epstein told me something I needed to hear: that I was smart and full of potential.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Frequently, Epstein told me something I needed to hear: that I was smart and full of potential.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Sentence of the Day:
Pathetically, I was trading on the only part of me that anyone seemed to care about—my body—while my soul remained on the sidelines, ignored.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Pathetically, I was trading on the only part of me that anyone seemed to care about—my body—while my soul remained on the sidelines, ignored.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
December 8, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Sentence of the Day:
Pathetically, I was trading on the only part of me that anyone seemed to care about—my body—while my soul remained on the sidelines, ignored.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Pathetically, I was trading on the only part of me that anyone seemed to care about—my body—while my soul remained on the sidelines, ignored.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Sentence of the Day:
Every night, as I lay in my bed, dreading the now-familiar creak of the door, I tried to remember a time when I'd been more than nothing.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Every night, as I lay in my bed, dreading the now-familiar creak of the door, I tried to remember a time when I'd been more than nothing.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
December 7, 2025 at 12:53 PM
Sentence of the Day:
Every night, as I lay in my bed, dreading the now-familiar creak of the door, I tried to remember a time when I'd been more than nothing.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
Every night, as I lay in my bed, dreading the now-familiar creak of the door, I tried to remember a time when I'd been more than nothing.
Nobody’s Girl; Virginia Roberts Giuffre.
#booksky
December 5, 2025 at 11:48 AM
December 4, 2025 at 11:12 AM
Sentence of the Day:
The story is too connected to be mistaken for a dream, and I have no motive for falsehood.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
#booksky
The story is too connected to be mistaken for a dream, and I have no motive for falsehood.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
#booksky
December 3, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Sentence of the Day:
The story is too connected to be mistaken for a dream, and I have no motive for falsehood.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
#booksky
The story is too connected to be mistaken for a dream, and I have no motive for falsehood.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
#booksky
December 3, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Sentence of the Day:
Alas, what freedom? such as the peasant enjoys when his family have been massacred before his eyes, his cottage burnt, his lands laid waste, and he is turned adrift, homeless, penniless, and alone, but free.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Alas, what freedom? such as the peasant enjoys when his family have been massacred before his eyes, his cottage burnt, his lands laid waste, and he is turned adrift, homeless, penniless, and alone, but free.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
December 2, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Sentence of the Day:
Alas, what freedom? such as the peasant enjoys when his family have been massacred before his eyes, his cottage burnt, his lands laid waste, and he is turned adrift, homeless, penniless, and alone, but free.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Alas, what freedom? such as the peasant enjoys when his family have been massacred before his eyes, his cottage burnt, his lands laid waste, and he is turned adrift, homeless, penniless, and alone, but free.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Sentence of the Day:
Who could be interested in the fate of a murderer, but the hangman who would gain his fee?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Who could be interested in the fate of a murderer, but the hangman who would gain his fee?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
December 1, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Sentence of the Day:
Who could be interested in the fate of a murderer, but the hangman who would gain his fee?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Who could be interested in the fate of a murderer, but the hangman who would gain his fee?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Sentence of the Day:
Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous and magnificent, yet so vicious and base?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous and magnificent, yet so vicious and base?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
November 29, 2025 at 1:28 PM
Sentence of the Day:
Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous and magnificent, yet so vicious and base?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous and magnificent, yet so vicious and base?
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Sentence of the Day:
If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
November 28, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Sentence of the Day:
If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Sentence of the Day:
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
November 27, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Sentence of the Day:
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
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How many Thanksgivings left? 😔
November 27, 2025 at 6:12 AM
How many Thanksgivings left? 😔
Sentence of the Day:
The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom, and would not forego their hold.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom, and would not forego their hold.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
November 26, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Sentence of the Day:
The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom, and would not forego their hold.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom, and would not forego their hold.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Sentence of the Day:
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
November 25, 2025 at 12:04 PM
Sentence of the Day:
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley.
Sentence of the Day:
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley
November 24, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Sentence of the Day:
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley
Frankenstein; Mary Shelley
If The Weather Network was at all useful, today's precipitation forecast would have been: "Everything randomly."
November 24, 2025 at 12:12 AM
If The Weather Network was at all useful, today's precipitation forecast would have been: "Everything randomly."
November 23, 2025 at 2:24 PM
Sentence of the Day:
In fear I turned to my poor Madam Mina, and my heart with gladness leapt like flame; for oh! the terror in her sweet eyes, the repulsion, the horror, told a story to my heart that was all of hope.
Dracula; Bram Stoker.
#booksky
In fear I turned to my poor Madam Mina, and my heart with gladness leapt like flame; for oh! the terror in her sweet eyes, the repulsion, the horror, told a story to my heart that was all of hope.
Dracula; Bram Stoker.
#booksky
November 22, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Sentence of the Day:
In fear I turned to my poor Madam Mina, and my heart with gladness leapt like flame; for oh! the terror in her sweet eyes, the repulsion, the horror, told a story to my heart that was all of hope.
Dracula; Bram Stoker.
#booksky
In fear I turned to my poor Madam Mina, and my heart with gladness leapt like flame; for oh! the terror in her sweet eyes, the repulsion, the horror, told a story to my heart that was all of hope.
Dracula; Bram Stoker.
#booksky
November 20, 2025 at 11:20 AM
