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“Yes, you bit me, yes, I kind of liked it, yes, let's not talk about it again, said Jace. You're not a vampire anymore. Focus.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“SIMON LEWIS, ERIC HILLCHURCH, KIRK DUPLESSE, AND MATT CHARLTON
"THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS"
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― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Girls are so strange. If another man called me a bitch and spanked me, it would not end in giggles.”
― C.J. Roberts

“In your eyes I have always found grace.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Will you cry? Will you miss me?”
― C.J. Roberts

“For the fragment of a life, however typical, is not the sample of an even web: promises may not be kept, and an ardent outset may be followed by declension; latent powers may find their long-awaited opportunity; a past error may urge a grand retrieval.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch

“Stop! Stop!â€�
Sophie shrieked with laughter as she ran down the stone steps that led to the garden behind Bridgerton House. After three children and seven years of marriage, Benedict could still make her smile, still make her laugh . . . and he still chased her around the house any chance he could get.
“Where are the children?� she gasped, once he’d caught her at the base of the steps.
“Francesca is watching them.�
“And your mother?�
He grinned. “I daresay Francesca is watching her, too.�
“Anyone could stumble upon us out here,� she said, looking this way and that.
His smile turned wicked. “Maybe,â€� he said, catching hold of her green-velvet skirt and reeling her in, “we should adjourn to the private ³Ù±ð°ù°ù²¹³¦±ð.â€�
The words were oh-so-familiar, and it was only a second before she was transported back nine years to the masquerade ball.
“The private terrace, you say?â€� she asked, amusement dancing in her eyes. “And how, pray tell, would you know of a private ³Ù±ð°ù°ù²¹³¦±ð?â€�
His lips brushed against hers. “I have my ways,� he murmured.
“And I,� she returned, smiling slyly, “have my secrets.�
He drew back. “Oh? And will you share?�
“We five,� she said with a nod, “are about to be six.�
He looked at her face, then looked at her belly. “Are you sure?�
“As sure as I was last ³Ù¾±³¾±ð.â€�
He took her hand and raised it to lips. “This one will be a girl.�
“That’s what you said last ³Ù¾±³¾±ð.â€�
“I know, but—�
“And the time before.�
“All the more reason for the odds to favor me this ³Ù¾±³¾±ð.â€�
She shook her head. “I’m glad you’re not a gambler.�
He smiled at that. “Let’s not tell anyone yet.�
“I think a few people already suspect,� Sophie admitted.
“I want to see how long it takes that Whistledown woman to figure it out,� Benedict said.
“Are you serious?�
“The blasted woman knew about Charles, and she knew about Alexander, and she knew about William.�
Sophie smiled as she let him pull her into the shadows. “Do you realize that I have been mentioned in Whistledown two hundred and thirty-two times?�
That stopped him cold. “You’ve been counting?�
“Two hundred and thirty-three if you include the time after the masquerade.�
“I can’t believe you’ve been counting.�
She gave him a nonchalant shrug. “It’s exciting to be mentioned.�
Benedict thought it was a bloody nuisance to be mentioned, but he wasn’t about to spoil her delight, so instead he just said, “At least she always writes nice things about you. If she didn’t, I might have to hunt her down and run her out of the country.�
Sophie couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, please. I hardly think you could discover her identity when no one else in the ton has managed it.�
He raised one arrogant brow. “That doesn’t sound like wifely devotion and confidence to me.�
She pretended to examine her glove. “You needn’t expend the energy. She’s obviously very good at what she does.�
“Well, she won’t know about Violet,� Benedict vowed. “At least not until it’s obvious to the world.�
“Violet?� Sophie asked softly.
“It’s time my mother had a grandchild named after her, don’t you think?�
Sophie leaned against him, letting her cheek rest against the crisp linen of his shirt. “I think Violet is a lovely name,â€� she murmured, nestling deeper into the shelter of his arms. “I just hope it’s a girl. Because if it’s a boy, he’s never going to forgive us . . .”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“What say you, Empress of Praes?
Here you lie upon the blood-soaked ruins of your dominion, surrounded by the corpses of the legions that once swarmed over the world. Hundreds of thousands dead for the sake of your wretched ambition, your mad design to bring to heel the kingdoms of man. In all the history of Creation no one woman has been so wicked as you, and I will have my answer.
Why, o Empress of Ruins?�
She shrugged.
“Why not?�
â€� Last lines of the “The Fall of Empress Triumphant, First and Only of Her Name”
― ErraticErrata, So You Want to Be a Villain?

“I am dying. Every part of me is shattering; falling to the floor, a hole in my chest is ripped wide open for the world to see. The earth is set into motion again spinning faster than before, nothing makes sense, but everything makes sense.

Heidi Acosta. Barbie Girl (Kindle Locations 3335-3336).”
― Heidi Acosta, Barbie Girl

“Yet the enslavement of Africans—over 20 percent of the population—served as the linchpin of American democracy; that is, the much-heralded stability and continuity of American democracy was predicated upon black oppression and degradation. Without the presence of black people in America, European-Americans would not be "white"—they would be only Irish, Italians, Poles, Welsh, and others engaged in class, ethnic, and gender struggles over resources and identity. What made America distinctly American for them was not simply the presence of unprecedented opportunities, but the struggle for seizing these opportunities in a new land in which black slavery and racial caste served as the floor upon which white class, ethnic, and gender struggles could be diffused and diverted. In other words, white poverty could be ignored and whites' paranoia of each other could be overlooked primarily owing to the distinctive American feature: the basic racial divide of black and white peoples. From 1776 to 1964â€� this racial divide would serve as a basic presupposition for the expansive functioning of American democracy, even as the concentration of wealth and power remained in the hands of a Few well-to-do white men.”
― Cornel West, Race Matters

“…ours is a world about which we pretend to have more and more information but which seems to us increasingly devoid of meaning.”
― Jean-Pierre Dupuy, The Information: A History, a Theory, a Flood

“The world stops spinning. She is the ocean crashing into me, tossing me, drowning me. I can’t breathe. I do not care. I want to die right now. I want nothing more than to drown in her. My head is filled with a gray fog. I am being pulled toward heaven and my angel is kissing me.

Heidi Acosta. Barbie Girl (Kindle Locations 3330-3332).”
― Heidi Acosta, Barbie Girl

“In public at least, Roberts himself purports to have a different view of the Court than his conservative sponsors. "Judges are like umpires," he said at his confirmation hearing. "Umpires don't make the rules; they apply them." Elsewhere, Roberts has often said, "Judges are not politicians." None of this is true. Supreme Court justices are nothing at all like baseball umpires. It is folly to pretend that the awesome work of interpreting the Constitution, and thus defining the rights and obligations of American citizenship, is akin to performing the rote […] task of calling balls and strikes. When it comes to the core of the Court's work, determining the contemporary meaning of the Constitution, it is ideology, not craft or skill, that controls the outcome of cases.”
― Jeffrey Toobin, The Nine: Inside the Secret World of the Supreme Court

“It’s you,â€� he whispers. There is wonder in his voice.
“Is it?â€� I whisper back, my voice trembling with all the emotions I’ve kept hidden for so long”
― Marie Lu, Champion

“High buildings fall, black oceans rise, and coins sink in height
Where weapons smash in every grace, with every black and white
The east drops, the west too, children die and so do old
With every sin, and every crime, people drop by their gold

The ground wrecks to chunks where people tend to fall
And gardens turn dumps but the tiny bird’s soul
Fire, Wind, Water and Sun, all kill a birth
It just goes on to be the Last day on earth”
― Yehya El Kouzi

“In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen, Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crowned with joy at last.”
― William Shakespeare

“Now, with the team fully intact, we were ready to end this once and for all . . . .”
― Jaya Robinson, The Butterfly Effect