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“You chose us. Now we have to choose you.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone.

"Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"

Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."

Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?"

"Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."

'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. "Agony swells within!"

"You bet it does," Clary said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“As long as everyone's wearing their own pants."
"I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. 鈥淟adies, ladies 鈥� he said. Though it was the millionth time she鈥檇 heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. 鈥淚f you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don鈥檛 fight among yourselves. There鈥檚 always enough Simon to go around.鈥� There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Simon's band never actually produced any music. Mostly they sat around in Simon's living room, fighting about potential names and band logos. She sometimes wondered if any of them could actually play an instrument. 'What's on the table?'
'We're choosing between Sea Vegetable Conspiracy and Rock Solid Panda.'
Clary shook her head. 'Those are both terrible.'
'Eric suggested Lawn Chair Crisis.'
'Maybe Eric should stick to gaming.'
'But then we'd have to find a new drummer.'
'Oh, is that what Eric does?...”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“That better not be what I think it is," Joe mumbled in the dark.
It was. "It's not. Jeez, woman, someone's paranoid. It's my pocket light," he said, wincing. Ah, he was only human after all. It wasn't the first time she got him hard nor would it be the last time. The physical discomfort was a small price to pay to have her in his arms.
"Well, then your flashlight is growing. Jeez, Eric, put a leash on that thing before it stabs me!" she teased.
"But it likes you," he pouted.
She giggled. "I seem to remember a certain tenth grade math class where it liked standing up in front of the entire class."
He sucked in a breath. "Hey, that traumatized me!”
― R.L. Mathewson, Sudden Response

“I watch her do the simplest things: brushing her hair into a ponytail, feeding the dog, tying Sophie's shoelaces, and I want to tell her what she means to me, but I never actually say the words. After all, to acknowledge Delia as a drug, I'd have to face the fact that one day I might have to go without her and this I can't do.”
― Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts

“There have been times when I've wavered. When I thought maybe I wanted to be normal. But the thing is, what we do, it's in our blood. It's who we are. Normal wouldn't fit us, even if we wanted to wear it.”
― Victoria Schwab, The Unbound

“I hated meatloaf. It was like something that Satan pooped out after an eternity of constipation. So I told Mom because I was honest that way. I sat back, squared my shoulders, and met her eyes, all confident-like.

"Mom, meatloaf's like something that Satan pooped out after an eternity of constipation. It should be outlawed, frankly, and serving it for dinner is like child abuse and should carry with it some pretty stiff penalties.”
― Hayden Thorne, Curse of Arachnaman

“No matter how broken you think you are always remember that there鈥檙e worse stories than yours out there and it鈥檚 never too late to fix your problems.”
― Pantelis Kassotis, Eric & Erica: Porkotyler Anniversary Edition

“Not every fairy tale story that begins with 'Once upon a time,' has a 'Happily ever after'....”
― Khalia Hades, Ariel's Demise

“It took place in the midnight in the University's Great Hall, in a welter of incense, candlesticks, runic inscriptions and magic circles, none of which was strictly necessary but which made the wizards feel better.”
― Terry Pratchett

“Ariel: 鈥淓ric!鈥�
Eric: 鈥淒o not sing me back to shore! Not until you are standing on two feet!”
― Khalia Hades, Ariel's Demise

“Selbst durch und durch b枚se und verdorbene Seelen waren intelligent genug, um fr眉her oder sp盲ter zu begreifen: Da ihnen K枚rper mit Nervenfasern fehlten, gab es abgesehen von Angewohnheit keinen Grund, unertr盲glichen Schmerz zu sp眉ren.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Be careful who you follow and treat everyone who come to you as if the have an agenda towards you. Do not sleep or relax.”
― Nkahloleng Eric Mohlala

“Er entschied, noch einmal die Wahrheit zu sagen. Es war eine v枚llig neue Taktik f眉r ihn, und vielleicht lohnte sie das eine oder andere Experiment.”
― Terry Pratchett

“Das Problem ist: Es wird nie besser. Es bleibt alles beim alten, nur noch etwas mehr. Aber er hat auch so schon genug Sorgen.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Nat眉rlich dauerte es eine Weile, bis alles kompliziert genug wurde, um Gaswolken, Galaxien, Planeten und Kontinente hervorzubringen, ganz zu schweigen von winzigen korkenzieherf枚rmigen Dingen, die durch schleimige Pf眉tzen krochen und 眉berlegten, ob es sich lohnte, Flossen, Beine und andere Gliedma脽en zu entwickeln. Wie dem auch sei: Der gegenw盲rtige Vorgang f眉hrte zu einem unaufhaltsamen Trend.Tod brauchte sich jetzt nur noch zu gedulden, und an Geduld mangelte es ihm nicht. Fr眉her oder sp盲ter gab es lebende Gesch枚pfe, die nichts Besseres im Sinn hatten, als sich zu vermehren und im Sonnenschein zu lachen, schlie脽lich m眉de und alt zu werden. Die Gestalt mit der Sense nahm Platz und wartete. Tod w盲re zur Stelle, wenn man ihn brauchte.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Einige Leute芦 鈥� der kleine Mann blickte skeptisch auf die vorbeistr枚mende Basismaterie 鈥� 禄installieren ein Dutzend Naturgesetze, nehmen dann das Geld und verschwinden. Eine Milliarde Jahre sp盲ter leckt pl枚tzlich der Himmel, und man bekommt kopfgro脽e schwarze L枚cher. Und wenn sich die Benutzer mit einem Gebet beschweren, sitzt nur eine Sekret盲rin hinterm Tresen und meint, sie h盲tte keine Ahnung, wo der Boss ist.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Nun, wenn du siehst, wie etwas aus dem Meer kriecht und zu atmen versucht鈥� Sag ihm, es sei die M眉he nicht wert.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Dies ist nicht Ankh. Das erkenne ich an Einzelheiten wie zum Beispiel den zitternden roten Schatten und Schreien in der Ferne." Rincewind seufzte. "In Ankh-Morpork erklingen die Schreie in der N盲he.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Astfgl hatte in der H枚lle eine spezielle, hochprozentige Langeweile geschaffen. Eine solche Langeweile erh盲lt man, wenn sie a) Geld kostet und wenn man sie b) ertragen mu脽, w盲hrend man sich eigentlich vergn眉gen wollte.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Meistens herrschte die bet盲ubende Stille von menschlichen Gehirnen, die sich allm盲hlich in Schmelzk盲se verwandelten.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Jetzt begriff Rincewind, warum die Langeweile einen so gro脽en Reiz auf ihn aus眉bte. Mit ihr ging die 脺berzeugung einher, da脽 woanders aufregende und gef盲hrliche Dinge geschahen, die einen zum Gl眉ck nicht betrafen.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Es gefiel ihm nicht, da脽 ER zur眉ck und auch noch zornig war. Wenn irgend etwas, das Gro脽buchstaben verdiente, in Rincewinds N盲he w眉tend wurde, so bezog sich die Wut meistens auf ihn.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Es gab einige Dinge, die selbst hier zu Einigkeit f眉hrten: keine weiteren Grundsatzerkl盲rungen, keine konsultativen Dokumente, keine Mitteilungen an die Belegschaft, um die Moral zu verbessern. Dies war die H枚lle, na sch枚n, aber alles hatte seine Grenzen.”
― Terry Pratchett, Eric

“Real Power don鈥檛 fall from a tree”
― Nkahloleng Eric Mohlala

“Rise and discover your power”
― Nkahloleng Eric Mohlala