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“We match each other stroke for stroke until I get a hit on her right arm.
She tries to switch sword arms, but I jab my scim at her wrist faster than she can parry. Her scim goes flying, and I tackle her. Her white-blonde hair tumbles free of her bun.
“Surrender!� I pin her down at the wrists, but she trashes and rips one arm free, scrabbling for a dagger at her waist. Steel stabs at my ribs, and seconds later, I am on my back with a blade at my throat.
“Ha!â€� She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.”
― An Ember in the Ashes
She tries to switch sword arms, but I jab my scim at her wrist faster than she can parry. Her scim goes flying, and I tackle her. Her white-blonde hair tumbles free of her bun.
“Surrender!� I pin her down at the wrists, but she trashes and rips one arm free, scrabbling for a dagger at her waist. Steel stabs at my ribs, and seconds later, I am on my back with a blade at my throat.
“Ha!â€� She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.”
― An Ember in the Ashes

“In the struggle between yourself
and the world, second the world.
(Im Kampf zwischen Dir
und der Welt, sekundiere der Welt)”
― The Zürau Aphorisms
and the world, second the world.
(Im Kampf zwischen Dir
und der Welt, sekundiere der Welt)”
― The Zürau Aphorisms

“The Coin of Life example: Say you have a coin with heads on one side and tails on the other side. One side would mean good and the other bad, based on your interpretation or bet of which side of the coin represents a win for you. However, you can't decide the outcome and the coin flips many times throughout your life. Finding balance is flipping the coin in such a way that neither of the sides is of greater importance to you, but if the coin lands on the middle bit, you realize that the space between what you consider good or bad is so small and the probability of landing there is also incredibly small without continuous practice. However, no matter the outcome, you choose to accept the coin as it is, with both sides, and appreciate the importance of both in your life. For the coin of life has meaning and value no matter what side it lands on. It's each individual's choice whether to bet on the outcome or not, but ultimately your coin of life will be spent somehow.”
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“But it's never wise to bet against any of the four horsemen long term. Their historical track record is horrifyingly good.”
― The End is Always Near: Apocalyptic Moments, from the Bronze Age Collapse to Nuclear Near Misses
― The End is Always Near: Apocalyptic Moments, from the Bronze Age Collapse to Nuclear Near Misses

“Being best at things has nothing to do with talent; it is all about self - discipline and commitment.”
― LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
― LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

“I know, right? I really think I want to be a single for a while."
I turn to Jane and say, "I bet you five bucks he'll be in love within four hours."
She laughs. "Make it three and you're on."
"Deal."
We shake.”
― Will Grayson, Will Grayson
I turn to Jane and say, "I bet you five bucks he'll be in love within four hours."
She laughs. "Make it three and you're on."
"Deal."
We shake.”
― Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“I wish BET did more to represent the full spectrum of black experiences in a balanced manner. If you watch BET, you get the sense that the only way black people succeed is through professional sports, music, or marrying/fucking/being a baby mama of someone who is involved with professional sports or music.”
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“Ben looked at his compatriots, just a quick glance to and fro, but it was enough for Nox to see that they'd made their bets. They were putting it all on red.”
― Dustrunner
― Dustrunner

“Every month that you send a check to the life insurance company, you're making a bet with them. Don't worry, one day you'll win.”
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“Yep. I just had a question for you. Your name is what, again?â€�
“J.J., you know my name,� the guy said, now speaking more slowly. “You called me, remember?�
“I know, I just needed to check something. If you could just tell me your name. Your full name.�
I met Danny’s eye two seats down from me. He shook his head and then gave me a half shrug and eye roll combo, a series of tiny, quick gestures that I could nonetheless understand perfectly: No, I have no idea what he’s doing. But really, what did we expect?
“Uh,� the guy on the other end said. “It’s Billiam. Billiam Kirby.�
“Billiam!� J.J. said triumphantly, raising the phone above his head. “See? Did I tell you? Did I tell you?� Most of the guests just stared blankly back at him while my dad gave him the hand-across-the-throat gesture that in our family had always meant shut it down.
“No way,� Rodney muttered, reaching for his wallet.
“Dammit.� Danny sighed, tossing his napkin onto the table. “I owe him twenty-five bucks.�
“He got me for fifty,â€� Rodney said, shaking his head.”
― Save the Date
“J.J., you know my name,� the guy said, now speaking more slowly. “You called me, remember?�
“I know, I just needed to check something. If you could just tell me your name. Your full name.�
I met Danny’s eye two seats down from me. He shook his head and then gave me a half shrug and eye roll combo, a series of tiny, quick gestures that I could nonetheless understand perfectly: No, I have no idea what he’s doing. But really, what did we expect?
“Uh,� the guy on the other end said. “It’s Billiam. Billiam Kirby.�
“Billiam!� J.J. said triumphantly, raising the phone above his head. “See? Did I tell you? Did I tell you?� Most of the guests just stared blankly back at him while my dad gave him the hand-across-the-throat gesture that in our family had always meant shut it down.
“No way,� Rodney muttered, reaching for his wallet.
“Dammit.� Danny sighed, tossing his napkin onto the table. “I owe him twenty-five bucks.�
“He got me for fifty,â€� Rodney said, shaking his head.”
― Save the Date

“Let's have a bet, then. If I'm right, you kiss me," he says.
"And if I'm right?"
"Name it."
It's like taking candy from a baby. Mr. Macho Guy's ego is about to be taken down a notch, and I'm all too happy to be the one to do it. "If I win you take me and the class project seriously," I tell him. "No teasing me, no making ridiculous comments."
"Deal. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I have a photographic memory."
"Alex, I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I copied the info straight from the book." I look at the research I'd done, then flip open to the corresponding page in my chem book. "Without looking, what does it need to be cooled at?" I ask.
Alex is a guy who thrives on challenges. But this time the tough guy is going to lose. He closes his own book and stares at me, his jaw set. "Twenty degrees. And it needs to be dissolved at one hundred degrees, not seventy," he answers confidently.
I scan the page, then my notes. Then back at the page again. I can't be wrong. Which page did I- "Oh, yeah. One hundred degrees." I look up at him in complete shock. "You're right."
"You gonna kiss me now, or later?"
"Right now," I say, which I can tell shocks him because his hands go still. At home, my life is dictated by my mom and dad. At school, it's different. I need to keep it that way, because if I have no control in every aspect of my life I might as well be a mannequin.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah." I take one of his hands in mine. I'd never be this bold if we had an audience, and am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows as I sit up on my knees and lean into him. I'm ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and rough and that I've never actually touched him before. I'm nervous. I shouldn't be, though. I'm the one in control this time.
I can feel him restraining himself. He's letting me make the move, which is a good thing. I'm afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose.
I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I want to smile because his reaction proves I have the power.
He's unmoving as our eyes meet.
Time stops again.
Then I turn my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.
"There, I kissed you," I say, giving him back his hand and ending the game.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.”
― Perfect Chemistry
"And if I'm right?"
"Name it."
It's like taking candy from a baby. Mr. Macho Guy's ego is about to be taken down a notch, and I'm all too happy to be the one to do it. "If I win you take me and the class project seriously," I tell him. "No teasing me, no making ridiculous comments."
"Deal. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I have a photographic memory."
"Alex, I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I copied the info straight from the book." I look at the research I'd done, then flip open to the corresponding page in my chem book. "Without looking, what does it need to be cooled at?" I ask.
Alex is a guy who thrives on challenges. But this time the tough guy is going to lose. He closes his own book and stares at me, his jaw set. "Twenty degrees. And it needs to be dissolved at one hundred degrees, not seventy," he answers confidently.
I scan the page, then my notes. Then back at the page again. I can't be wrong. Which page did I- "Oh, yeah. One hundred degrees." I look up at him in complete shock. "You're right."
"You gonna kiss me now, or later?"
"Right now," I say, which I can tell shocks him because his hands go still. At home, my life is dictated by my mom and dad. At school, it's different. I need to keep it that way, because if I have no control in every aspect of my life I might as well be a mannequin.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah." I take one of his hands in mine. I'd never be this bold if we had an audience, and am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows as I sit up on my knees and lean into him. I'm ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and rough and that I've never actually touched him before. I'm nervous. I shouldn't be, though. I'm the one in control this time.
I can feel him restraining himself. He's letting me make the move, which is a good thing. I'm afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose.
I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I want to smile because his reaction proves I have the power.
He's unmoving as our eyes meet.
Time stops again.
Then I turn my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.
"There, I kissed you," I say, giving him back his hand and ending the game.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.”
― Perfect Chemistry
“The bet comes to the place it knows,
It does not miss its former path,
No kind of magic holds it back
It comes to those who give it water.”
― Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms
It does not miss its former path,
No kind of magic holds it back
It comes to those who give it water.”
― Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms

“Well, look who's joining the party, boys," Dog drawled. "Looks like the bet's off."
"The hell it is." Lawe moved in, just slightly behind his mate's right shoulder. "You have my thousand. My mate will kick his ass.”
― Lawe's Justice
"The hell it is." Lawe moved in, just slightly behind his mate's right shoulder. "You have my thousand. My mate will kick his ass.”
― Lawe's Justice

“If you want me, come fight me," she suggested with a laugh. "I dare you."
Every Coyote there perked up.
"A thousand on the girl," the leader murmured.
"Shut the fuck up, Dog," Malcolm raged furiously.
"I got your thousand on the prick there. He has muscle where she doesn't." Loki took the bet before turning to the other two. "Mutt, Mongrel? You two in?"
"Thousand on the girl." Gray Eyes took him up on it.
"Thousand on the prick." The last one accepted the bet.
Malcolm was shaking with fury.
Diane smiled in anticipation.
"Knives or fists?" she asked, knowing his strengths as well as his weaknesses.
"You fucking whore," he snarled.
"Take the challenge or walk away," Dog snapped. "We won't take her without the fight."
God love a Coyote's heart and his love of a good challenge or a good bet.
"I win, we walk away," she demanded as she kept her eyes on Malcolm.
Dog's smile was clearly anticipatory, but he nodded easily. "Whip his ass and you walk. He whips yours--you run. How's that?"
Diane gave a sharp, firm nod as she smiled at Malcolm. "It's a bet.”
― Lawe's Justice
Every Coyote there perked up.
"A thousand on the girl," the leader murmured.
"Shut the fuck up, Dog," Malcolm raged furiously.
"I got your thousand on the prick there. He has muscle where she doesn't." Loki took the bet before turning to the other two. "Mutt, Mongrel? You two in?"
"Thousand on the girl." Gray Eyes took him up on it.
"Thousand on the prick." The last one accepted the bet.
Malcolm was shaking with fury.
Diane smiled in anticipation.
"Knives or fists?" she asked, knowing his strengths as well as his weaknesses.
"You fucking whore," he snarled.
"Take the challenge or walk away," Dog snapped. "We won't take her without the fight."
God love a Coyote's heart and his love of a good challenge or a good bet.
"I win, we walk away," she demanded as she kept her eyes on Malcolm.
Dog's smile was clearly anticipatory, but he nodded easily. "Whip his ass and you walk. He whips yours--you run. How's that?"
Diane gave a sharp, firm nod as she smiled at Malcolm. "It's a bet.”
― Lawe's Justice

“He came across from the pond, the young man and his fridge travelling over land and sea searching for a meaning and purpose in their lives. We speak of Tony Hawks, the Fridge Man. Tony Hawks who came to live amongst us for all but a short while, a Messiah of sorts. We felt ourselves not worthy to touch the hem of his fridge, but then we realised that he was but an ordinary man, his fridge but a little fridge, the son of a bigger fridge--the Big Fridge--the huge, gigantic Fridge in the Sky.”
― Round Ireland with a Fridge
― Round Ireland with a Fridge

“This chapter is about the hurdles and best practices in idea selection. To figure out how we can make fewer bad bets, I sought out skilled forecasters who have learned to avoid the risks of false positives and false negatives.”
― Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World
― Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World

“Steve Jobs was famous for making big bets based on intuition rather than systematic analysis.”
― Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World
― Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World
“Warren decided early in his career it would be impossible for him to make hundreds of right investment decisions, so he decided that he would invest only in the businesses that he was absolutely sure of, and then bet heavily on them. He owes 90% of his wealth to just ten investments. Sometimes what you don’t do is just as important as what you do." In short, he makes big bets on the essential few investment opportunities and says no to the many merely good ones.”
― Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less
― Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less

“There is always opportunity cost in choosing one path over others. The betting elements of decisions—choice, probability, risk, etc.—are more obvious in some situations than others. Investments are clearly bets. A decision about a stock (buy, don’t buy, sell, hold, not to mention esoteric investment options) involves a choice about the best use of financial resources. Incomplete information and factors outside of our control make all our investment choices uncertain. We evaluate what we can, figure out what we think will maximize our investment money, and execute. Deciding not to invest or not to sell a stock, likewise, is a bet. These are the same decisions I make during a hand of poker: fold, check, call, bet, or raise.”
― Thinking in Bets: Making Smarter Decisions When You Don't Have All the Facts
― Thinking in Bets: Making Smarter Decisions When You Don't Have All the Facts

“If I win, you’re to be at my beck and call for the semester. If I need a favor, you have to drop what you’re doing. Within reason, of course. If I want someone to go shopping with, you have to come. If I want a gym buddy or want to go get mani-pedis, you’re who I’m calling to come with me.â€�
Creed didn’t hide his irritation. “You want a boyfriend.”
― Find Me
Creed didn’t hide his irritation. “You want a boyfriend.”
― Find Me
“No, I don't look like a champion.
If I were a racehorse, no one would bet a dime on me.
But I run and, oddly enough, I always get where I want to go.”
― Vida. Já Perdoei Erros Quase Imperdoáveis
If I were a racehorse, no one would bet a dime on me.
But I run and, oddly enough, I always get where I want to go.”
― Vida. Já Perdoei Erros Quase Imperdoáveis
“No, I don't look like a champion.
If I were a racehorse, nobody would bet a dime on me.
But I run, and funnily enough, I always get where I want to go.”
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If I were a racehorse, nobody would bet a dime on me.
But I run, and funnily enough, I always get where I want to go.”
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“A lie has short legs and doesn’t run well. And as an old farmer once told me, “I wouldn’t bet on that horse.”
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“This is what you got when you lost the bet?â€�
“I don’t know if I lost,â€� Grady said, echoing Max’s words from months ago. “Doesn’t feel like I lost. Feels like I got exactly what I wanted.”
― Unrivaled
“I don’t know if I lost,â€� Grady said, echoing Max’s words from months ago. “Doesn’t feel like I lost. Feels like I got exactly what I wanted.”
― Unrivaled
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