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“If you had actually screwed me it would have wrecked everything. It
would have convinced me that you were only interested in pleasure with
my animal body and that you didn't really care about the part that was
a person. It would have meant that you were using me like a woman
when I really wasn't one and needed a lot of help to grow into one. It
would have meant you could only see my body and couldn't see the real
me which was still a little girl. The real me would have been up on the
ceiling watching you do things with my body. You would have seemed
content to let the real me die. When you feed a girl, you make her feel
that both her body and her self are wanted. This helps her get joined
together. When you screw her she can feel that her body is separate and
dead. People can screw dead bodies, but they never feed them.”
― R.D. Laing

“Barbie-meets-Joan-Jett”
― E.L. James, E L James Fifty Shades Series 3 Books Collection Set

“…nikdy se nehádáme v kuchyni, protože tam jsou po ruce nože, v koupelnÄ› s napuÅ¡tÄ›nou vanou a v dílnÄ›. Jakmile máte po ruce potencionální zbraň, vzroste Å¡ance na napadení osoby, se kterou se hádáte, o Å¡edesát procent.
Statistiky.
I když vypíchnout oko tužkou se dá taky, jen to chce trochu jinou náturu.”
― KateÅ™ina Petrusová, Nepřítel mého nepřítele

“My Joan was at the window
staring out in curious wonder.
Then jumped and turned to me
when came a great crash of thunder.

Somewhat startled, she laughed out.
I laughed a little too.
"Awful. Just awful," she said,
turning again to view.

I stood up from where I sat.
It was then I felt a fright.
I walked over to my Joan.
I knew something wasn't right.

I had never seen her before
behaving in such a manner.
She seemed nervous, puzzled, unsure
of something I'd yet to discover.

I wrapped my arms around her chest.
Then asked her if she was okay.
"I'm fine," she said. "Just fine. It's just
most storms don't look this way. "

I looked out the window
and then saw what was wrong.
Before us there were clouds
that just did not belong.

Thick and black, very angry looking clouds.
Like nothing I'd ever seen.
That seemed to push and shove one another
to make themselves more mean.

The storm had very quickly taken form.
Its wrath soon to unfold.
It blocked out the light and replaced the warm
with an eerie damp cold.

It was as if this beast were alive.
Both destructive and enormous.
And as it let down its winding tails
I knew soon it would be on us.

Still I held her even closer
and told her it would be fine.
Though in my mind was thinking
along a different line.

The wind outside was now howling.
I knew the worst was near.
Then came the fearsome growling.
And all at once, it's here!”
― Calvin W. Allison, Joan

“What the younger generations don’t have are
letters.� � “Why bother when you can e-mail,
phone or text.� � “As we contact each other
more and more�, � “there is, oddly, nothing
to show for it.”
― Joan Bakewell, The View From Here: Life At Seventy

“I once felt like I was a king.
I had everything.
I set high upon my throne.
But I set not alone.
At my side set my bride, my queen,
my ground and sky,
my darling, my everything,
the lovely Joan.”
― Calvin W. Allison, Joan

“I took my love's hand,
then gave her what would be our last kiss.
"Don't you worry," I said.
"We're going to make it through this."
The wind began to scream.
We backed against a wall.
The roof began to tremble,
then all began to fall.”
― Calvin W. Allison, Joan

“I called out for Joan,
but heard only the thunder.
It seemed I was alone.
My mind began to wander.
The storm above us roared.
The rain poured and poured.
The lightning crashed and thrashed,
striking ground and floor.”
― Calvin W. Allison, Joan

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― Erin Pizzey, Prone to Violence

“Life may be full of suffering. But sometimes a ray of light shines through a crack in the wall, and one can pass a hand through a rainbow and see one's own skin turn the color of the heavens.”
― Katherine J Chen

“La vida, de fet, ens er aun circ permanent.”
― Manuel Joan i Arinyó