{"quotes":[{"text":"To torment and tantalize oneself with hopes of possible fortune is so sweet, so thrilling!","author":"Anton Chekhov","tags":["possibility","sweet","thrill"],"id":19566,"author_id":"Anton+Chekhov"},{"text":"Each of us has our definition of adventure: ending an unsatisfyingrelationship, returning to school, parachute jumping or training for amarathon. Go ahead. Get your thrill on.","author":"Gina Greenlee","tags":["adventure","adventure-stories","adventure-travel","adventuresome-women","inspirational-life","inspirational","motivational","risk-it-be-different","risk-taking","thrill"],"id":36930,"author_id":"Gina+Greenlee"},{"text":"I have managed not to finish certain books. With barely a twinge of conscience, I hurl down what bores me or doesn't give what I crave: ecstasy, transcendence, a thrill of mysterious connection. For, more than anything else, readers are thrill-seekers, though I don't read thrillers, not the kind sold under that label, anyway. They don't thrill; only language thrills.","author":"Lynne Sharon Schwartz","tags":["books","language","reading","thrill"],"id":62642,"author_id":"Lynne+Sharon+Schwartz"},{"text":"... If I wanna shit I am going to buy it from the shop... What I need now is a friend on which I can count on... You know the drill.","author":"Deyth Banger","tags":["buy","drill","friends","going","need","shit","thrill","wanna"],"id":128116,"author_id":"Deyth+Banger"},{"text":"One of the best kinds of thrill is defining, honoring, and achieving our goals.","author":"Gina Greenlee","tags":["achieving-dreams","achieving-excellence","achieving-greatness","achieving-mastery","achieving-success","goal-setting-tips","goals","goals-in-life","goals","inspirational-attitude","inspirational-life","inspirational","inspiring-","inspiring-thoughts","thrill"],"id":132988,"author_id":"Gina+Greenlee"},{"text":"I have no idea how long Quisser was gone from the table. My attention became fully absorbed by the other faces in the club and the deep anxiety they betrayed to me, an anxiety that was not of the natural, existential sort but one that was caused by peculiar concerns of an uncanny nature. What a season is upon us, these faces seemed to say. And no doubt their voices would have spoken directly of certain peculiar concerns had they not been intimidated into weird equivocations and double entendres by the fear of falling victim to the same kind of unnatural affliction that had made so much trouble in the mind of the art critic Stuart Quisser. Who would be next? What could a person say these days, or even think, without feeling the dread of repercussion from powerfully connected groups and individuals? I could almost hear their voices asking, 'Why here, why now?' But of course they could have just as easily been asking, 'Why not here, why not now?' It would not occur to this crowd that there were no special rules involved; it would not occur to them, even though they were a crowd of imaginative artists, that the whole thing was simply a matter of random, purposeless terror that converged upon a particular place at a particular time for no particular reason. On the other hand, it would also not have occurred to them that they might have wished it all upon themselves, that they might have had a hand in bringing certain powerful forces and connections into our district simply by wishing them to come. They might have wished and wished for an unnatural evil to fall upon them but, for a while at least, nothing happened. Then the wishing stopped, the old wishes were forgotten yet at the same time gathered in strength, distilling themselves into a potent formula (who can say!), until one day the terrible season began. Because had they really told the truth, this artistic crowd might also have expressed what a sense of meaning (although of a negative sort), not to mention the vigorous thrill (although of an excruciating type), this season of unnatural evil had brought to their lives.('Gas Station Carnivals').","author":"Thomas Ligotti","tags":["artists","decadence","decadents","evil","fate","horror","random","terror","thrill"],"id":137245,"author_id":"Thomas+Ligotti"},{"text":"Nostalgia washes over me with tons of memors and lifetime rolled on this land. Every oblivious memory from the childhood wraps open in the fragrance of these busy roads and familiar land, long signals, irritating traffic,honking cars,rushing people,excessive pollution defining Delhi at its best.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["cars","delhi","delhite","life-in-a-metro","masquerade","people","pollution","rush","thrill","traffic"],"id":149298,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.","author":"Andy Warhol","tags":["boredom","little-things","thrill"],"id":149541,"author_id":"Andy+Warhol"},{"text":"The TSA liked having fresh agents on the job. Fresh agents with a clear mind and steady hand. Time travel wasn’t for the faint of heart. The pay was good though, but as Scrooby had decided long ago, that even if he didn’t get paid for it, the thrill alone was payment enough. Then again, the TSA realized they couldn’t afford to have disgruntled employees with too much time on their hands and the power of the gods at their fingertips, so the pay was very, very good. Debriefing was routine. And how he hated routine! His supervisor was a senior agent called Guy Krummeck, a rather drab character who liked his shiny silver suits almost as much as he liked to go over every little detail at least three times. Minimum. This time everything went right, so it went quick. Twenty minutes later, tired, he clocked out and went home to his small apartment. Tomorrow, after all, was another day again.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["again","ago","all","alone","and","apartment","as","at","but","clocked","enough","even","everything","faint","fingertips","good","guy","have","heart","his","it","job","krummeck","later","least","liked","minimum","much","of","out","pay","power","quick","right","routine","steady","supervisor","that","the","though","thrill","time","times","tired","to","tomorrow","too","twenty","very","was","who"],"id":149979,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"},{"text":"People who fell in love at first sight, rushed home to their parents to tell them the good news and subsequently married were, [Patricia Highsmith] thought, retarded. Rather, a more honest appraisal of the nature of love positions it nearer to the horrors of mental illness. How else could you explain the fact that so many people were prepared to sacrifice the safety and cosiness of their lives for the thrill of a new romance?","author":"Andrew Wilson","tags":["cosiness","first-sight","good-news","honest","horror","horrors","life","lives","love","married","mental-illness","nature","news","parents","retarded","romance","sacrifice","safety","thrill"],"id":196198,"author_id":"Andrew+Wilson"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":19,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}