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“Everyone thought she was so confident and together, but that was really a mask she wore to protect herself. The old adage “Don’t judge a book by its coverâ€� applied to her.”
― Hope Worthington, Shifting Moon: Shifting Moon Saga, Book 1

“Even adults who were stiffened by the starch of their miserable lives, for whom breaking the stony discipline of austere and judgmental intolerance was usually off the table, melted in the magical luminescence and energetic charm of the pre-pubescent Ruka.”
― John Rachel, Love Connection: Romance in the Land of the Rising Sun

“The demise of the human race rests mainly on the shoulders of stupidity, and the abuse of power in the hands of those we have elected.”
― A.R. Merrydew

“Her husband's visage captivated her from the first moment she saw him step out of the royal carriage a hundred years ago. How could it not? Flaminius was utterly gorgeous. But once she fell in love with him, she became happily enslaved.”
― Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

“While an elderly man in his mid-eighties looks curiously at a porno site, his grandson asks him from afar, “‘What are you reading, grandpa?’â€� “‘It’s history, my boy.’â€� “The grandson comes nearer and exclaims, “‘But this is a porno site, grandpa, naked chicks, sex . . . a lot of sex!’â€� “‘Well, it’s sex for you, my son, but for me it’s history,â€� the old man says with a sigh.â€� All of people in the cabin burst into laughter. “A stale joke, but a cool one,â€� added William More, the man who just told the joke. The navigator skillfully guided the flying disc among the dense orange-yellow blanket of clouds in the upper atmosphere that they had just entered. Some of the clouds were touched with a brownish hue at the edges. The rest of the pilots gazed curiously and intently outwards while taking their seats. The flying saucer descended slowly, the navigator’s actions exhibiting confidence. He glanced over at the readings on the monitors below the transparent console: Atmosphere: Dense, 370 miles thick, 98.4% nitrogen, 1.4% methane Temperature on the surface: â€�179°C / â€�290°F Density: 1.88 g/cm³ Gravity: 86% of Earth’s Diameter of the cosmic body: 3200 miles / 5150 km.”
― Todor Bombov, Homo Cosmicus 2: Titan: A Science Fiction Novel

“It was all about the G.I.s overseas. As the war became more of a reality and blue stars on windows were turning to gold stars indicating a soldier’s death, the tensions at home were increasing. Giving what little they could for the war effort was often an act of desperation. Some people made pacts with God to bring their men home hoping beyond hope that it made a difference.”
― A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

“Researching this book has been a voyage of discovery and it is a privilege to present an unexpurgated medical biography of the most consequential American of the twentieth century.”
― Steven Lomazow, FDR Unmasked: 73 Years of Medical Cover-ups That Rewrote History

“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“El-ahrairah, tu pueblo no puede gobernar el mundo porque yo no lo he dispuesto así. Todo el mundo será tu enemigo, Príncipe con Mil Enemigos, y te matarán si te alcanzan. Pero antes tendrán que atraparte, a ti, que cavas y escuchas y corres, príncipe con la alarma presta. Sé astuto e ingenioso y tu pueblo nunca será destruido.”
― Richard Adams

“You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

“They lingered over cups of ersatz coffee.”
― Leon Uris, The Angry Hills

“Brain cells last as long as you do. You are issued with a hundred billion or so at birth and that is all you are ever going to get. It has been estimated that you lose five hundred of them an hour, so if you have any serious thinking to do there really isn’t a moment to waste.”
― Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything

“There was an irony and a paradox here: Franco thought of Pontito constantly, saw it in fantasy, depicted it, as infinitely desirable â€� and yet he had a profound reluctance to return. But it is precisely such a paradox that lies at the heart of nostalgia â€� for nostalgia is about a fantasy that never takes place, one that maintains itself by not being fulfilled. And yet such fantasies are not just idle daydreams or fancies; they press toward some fulfillment, but an indirect one - the fulfillment of art. These, at least, are the terms that D. Geahchan, the French psychoanalyst, has used. With reference in particular to the greatest of nostalgies, Proust, the psychoanalyst David Werman speaks of an 'aesthetic crystallization of nostalgia' - nostalgia raised to the level of art and myth.”
― Oliver Sacks, An Anthropologist on Mars: Seven Paradoxical Tales

“There she was, lying on a single bed in a room so small that there wasn't even space for a chair, and the first thing that struck him was that she was beautiful. She had lost too much weight - her long legs were too thin in greasy jeans and her upper body looked as frail as a bird's under a greasy workman's shirt - but her pale and famished face, with its great blue eyes and delicate, thin-lipped mouth, made her look like the heartbreaking debutante her mother might always have wanted her to be.”
― Richard Yates, Young Hearts Crying