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“You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

“Nobody knows who said it first, but somebody must have: 'Kid's gotta be a maniac.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Maniac Magee

“Juliette Ferrars." A voice detonates my name. There's a heavy boot pressed on my back and I can't lift my head to distingush who's speaking to me.
"Weston, dim the lights and release her. I want to see her face." The command is cool and strong like steel, dangerously calm, effortlessly powerful.
The brightness is reduced to a level I'm able to tolerate. The imprint of a boot is carved into my back but no longer settled on my skin. I lift my head and look up.

I'm immediately struck by his youth. He can't be much older than me. It's obvious he's in charge of something, though I have no idea what. His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I've ever seen.

He's beautiful.

His crooked smile is calculated evil.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Yes, I say. Three of these flying birds. I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight-toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“Sometimes,â€� she said, ‘I think I must have invented him.â€�
I know all I want to about your child,� Chauvin said harshly.
Anne Desbaresdes moaned again, louder than before. Again she put her hand on the table. His eyes followed her movement and finally, painfully, he understood and lifted his own leaden hand and placed it on hers. Their hands were so cold they were touching only in intention, an illusion, in order for this to be fulfilled, for the sole reason that it should be fulfilled, none other, it was no longer possible. And yet, with their hands frozen in this funereal pose, Anne Desbaresdes stopped moaning.
One last time,� she begged, ‘tell me about it one last time.�
Chauvin hesitated, his eyes somewhere else, still fixed on the back wall. Then he decided to tell her about it as if it were a memory.
He had never dreamed, before meeting her, that he would one day want anything so badly.�
And she acquiesced completely?�
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Anne Desbaresdes looked at Chauvin absently. Her voice became thin, almost childlike.
I'd like to understand why his desire to have it happen one day was so wonderful?�
Chauvin still avoided looking at her. Her voice was steady, wooden, the voice of a deaf person.
There's no use trying to understand. It's beyond understanding.�
You mean there are some things like that that can't be gone into?�
I think so.�
Anne Desbaresdes' expression became dull, almost stupid. Her lips had turned pale, they were gray and trembled as though she were on the verge of tears.
She does nothing t try and stop him?� she whispered.
No. Have a little more wine.�
She sipped her wine. He also drank, and his lips on the glass were also trembling.
Time,� he said
Does it take a long time, a very long time?�
Yes, a very long time. But I don't know anything.� He lowered his voice. ‘Like you, I don't know anything. Nothing at all.�
Anne Desbaresdes forced back her tears. Her voice was normal, momentarily awake.
She will never speak again,â€� she said.”
― Marguerite Duras, Moderato Cantabile

“Practically every prime-time program is populated by people who are just the right sort of mad, and I now knew what the formula was. The right sort of mad are people who are a bit madder than we fear we're becoming, and in a recognizable way. We might be anxious but we aren't as anxious as they are. We might be paranoid but we aren't as paranoid as they are. We are entertained by them, and comforted that we're not as mad as they are.”
― Jon Ronson, The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry

“It was something in the way she moved.
Something in the way she breathed.
Something in the way she merely 'was' .
And he didn’t think he was ever going to get over it.”
― Julia Quinn, When He Was Wicked

“Note: orc buoyancy is limited. Avoid fighting the damnable rebels near shoddily-built dams in the future.â€�
â€� Extract from the journal of Dread Emperor Malignant II”
― ErraticErrata, So You Want to Be a Villain?

“I lose myself in Stephen without being lost.”
― Andrea Cremer, Invisibility

“The feeling made him wonder what he would have become if only he’d been allowed to live a normal life. Sports, he knew, would’ve suited him. He was bigger, stronger and much faster than most boys his age. Football was probably the game for him. He liked watching Joshua playing at quarterback, imagining what it would be like to be in his position. To hear the crowd cheering as he made a pass, to feel accepted by his teammates â€� they were experiences forever denied him. It was nice to daydream though.”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“What has that little tramp got that we haven’t?â€� asked the brunette archly. “We’ve got a whole lot more.â€� The red head ran her hands suggestively down her womanly curves. “And there are three of us,”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“Judging from the fact that you’re out here by yourself, I’d say that you were probably embarrassed,”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“I should have resisted somehow. I should’ve done something, anything. Instead, I just stood there and let them ... touch me.â€� Sam’s face crumpled with disgust at the thought.

“No man has the power to resist their charms. You did what any other man would have done.�

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?� He sat up angrily. “I’m not just any other man. In fact, I’m no man at all. I’m a demon.�

“You are a man, and a good one. Have you even considered that your demon blood would make you just as susceptible to their charms?”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“The way he looked at me? Sam, you need to understand. Josh and I are friends. That’s it. He might have feelings for me â€� though I don’t think he does â€� but I do and always will, view him as a friend.â€� She put one small finger under his chin and lifted his face up to hers. “Besides, there’s room for only one man in my heart.”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“You really are pretty stupid sometimes, you know that? I think you must be more man than demon.â€� With that, she stormed off. Sam sat where he was, feeling bewildered. “Did I say something wrong?”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“And remember your promise,â€� said Sam, wagging a finger at him. “Don’t follow us.â€� The man glared at him but kept silent....
“W³ó²¹³Ù?â€� asked Sam, slightly confused by his good humour.
“I can’t believe you said that.�
“W³ó²¹³Ù?â€�
“You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. Do you think you’re the hulk or something?â€� He laughed again. Sam found himself smiling although he was just telling the man the truth. He wouldn’t like him when he was angry. No-one did.”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“You don’t ask for much, do you? It may look like we’ve got a whole lot of supplies here, but I’ve got five hungry boys to feed, plus I give whatever I can to Adam and the Black Ridge lot. You need to give me a real good reason, otherwise the answer is going to be no.â€�

Sam took a deep breath. “I’m going to kill the Antichrist.�

Big Tom sat completely still for a moment. Then he smiled. “Yep. That’ll do it.”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“He’d tried to tell Aimi to do something once, and that hadn’t gone well at all. One thing he did know: when a woman got an idea into her head, there was no changing it.”
― Phillip W. Simpson, Rapture

“Don’t cry. Carry what you love about me with you; leave the pain behind.”
― Lauren Kate

“Prawdziwy Bóg zapÅ‚acze nad wróblem, który spadÅ‚ z nieba. lecz Bóg zrodzony z ludzkiej próżnoÅ›ci nie dostrzega różnicy miÄ™dzy wróblem a orÅ‚em.”
― Bram Stoker

“Stop and think as you pass by, she hissed. As you are now, so once was I.”
― Kat Rosenfield, Amelia Anne Is Dead and Gone

“The breakfast-service on the table was equally costly and equally plain; the apparent object had been to spend money without obtaining brilliancy or splendour.”
― Trollope Anthony, The Warden: Chronicles of Barsetshire #1

“Never mind love. After all, what is it? The dream of a few weeks. That is all its joy. The disappointment of a life is its Nemesis. Who was ever successful in true love? Success in love argues that the love is false. True love is always despondent or tragical.â€� . . . ‘There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.”
― Anthony Trollope, Barchester Towers

“Never mind love. After all, what is it? The dream of a few weeks. That is all its joy. The disappointment of a life is its Nemesis. Who was ever successful in true love? Success in love argues that the love is false. True love is always despondent or tragical. Juliet loved, Haidee loved, Dido loved, and what came of it? Troilus loved and ceased to be a man.”
― Anthony Trollope, Barchester Towers