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I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here."He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's... Nicholas Sparks
George R. R. Martin quote: "That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there..."
That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons. George R. R. Martin
And if it is a mystery, then we, too, had the right to preach mystery and to teach them that it is not the free choice of the heart that matters, and not love, but the mystery, which they must blindly obey, even setting aside their own conscience. And so we did. We corrected your deed and based it on miracle, mystery, and authority. And mankind rejoiced that they were once more led like sheep, and that at last such a terrible gift, which had brought them so much suffering, had been taken from... Fyodor Dostoevsky
I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse. J. D. Salinger
With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God? Rumi
The realistic style is easy to abuse: from haste, from lack of awareness, from inability to bridge the chasm that lies between what a writer would like to be able to say and what he actually knows how to say. It is easy to fake; brutality is not strength, flipness is not wit, edge-of-the-chair writing can be as boring as flat writing; dalliance with promiscuous blondes can be very dull stuff when described by goaty young men with no other purpose in mind than to describe dalliance with... Raymond Chandler
I am made of cobweb that tears at a touch. But you, Bess, have fiber like the great seines that seldom break no matter their burden, yet if they do they can be mended again and again. Anya Seton
Alice Walker quote: "You mustrun around like acrazy..."
You mustrun around like acrazy personorwalksedatelyhonoringthedead. Alice Walker
The people who visit the [Lincoln] memorial always look like an advertisement for democracy, so bizarrely, suspiciously diverse that one time I actually saw a man in a cowboy hat standing there reading the Gettysburg Address next to a Hasidic Jew Sarah Vowell
The fact is that far more crime and child abuse has been committed by zealots in the name of God, Jesus and Mohammed than has ever been committed in the name of Satan. Many people don’t like that statement, but few can argue with it. Carl Sagan
I never wished I’d been a man. I always felt like a woman and wanted to be a woman. I wanted to be fulfilled professionally and personally, as a woman. There are some who might say I had penis envy, but I only had penis admiration. Bette Davis
Ozzy Osbourne quote: "I wasn’t exactly much fun to be around. Being with me was like..."
I wasn’t exactly much fun to be around. Being with me was like falling into an abyss. Ozzy Osbourne
So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion. Suzanne Collins
As soon as he had disappeared Deborah made for the trees fringing the lawn, and once in the shrouded wood felt herself safe. She walked softly along the alleyway to the pool. The late sun sent shafts of light between the trees and onto the alleyway, and a myriad insects webbed their way in the beams, ascending and descending like angels on Jacob's ladder. But were they insects, wondered Deborah, or particles of dust, or even split fragments of light itself, beaten out and scattered by the... Daphne du Maurier
You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone.When Marchent died, she was alone. Anne Rice

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