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That's enough of that," Jesse said. Next thing I knew, he'd scooped me up. Only instead of carrying me to my bed and setting me down on it all romantically, you know, like guys do to girls in the movies, he just dumped me onto it, so I bounced around and would have fallen off if I hadn't grabbed the edge of the mattress. "Thanks," I said, not quite able to keep all of the sarcasm out of my voice. Meg Cabot
That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher... Carl Sagan
Damn, I was lonely that autumn. I wished for a girl I could hang out with. I neverreally did anything to meet girls, too shy, too fucked up. Autumn makesme think of women. Henry Rollins
Charles Olson quote: "O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swir? a bit like..."
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swir? a bit like Crab Nebul? do for now. Charles Olson
James Joyce quote: "This is the way to the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out."
This is the way to the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. James Joyce
A poem is a fictional, verbally inventive moral statement in which it is the author, rather than the printer or word processor, who decides where the lines should end. This dreary-sounding definition, unpoetic to a fault, may well turn out to be the best we can do. Terry Eagleton
Charles Bukowski quote: "I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired."
I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired. Charles Bukowski
...when a wife wouldn't testify, little punishment was meted out. Alex came to understand that only those who pressed charges ever became truly free, because the life they were leading was a prison, even if most of them wouldn't admit it. Nicholas Sparks
When push-off comes to shove-off, a man must have a reason to get out of bed in the mornings, something more than the threat of bedsores, at any rate. Stephen Fry
... and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.' Charlotte Bronte
Charles Bukowski quote: "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm..."
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too tough for him. Charles Bukowski
Will Rogers quote: "Plans get you into things but you've got to work your way out."
Plans get you into things but you've got to work your way out. Will Rogers
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering... Margaret Atwood
I've found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts... because its the only thing that'll make it stop hurting. But find me something that makes you laugh, a joke, anything--but something that gave you a belly laugh, not a smile. Then we'll see if there isn't wrongness somewhere and whether you would laugh if the wrongness wasn't there. Robert A. Heinlein
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger. Cornelia Funke

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