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“She's not mine, you sick fuck. She's not some piece of fucking property you only respect because she belongs to another man. You respect her because she's a fucking woman who deserves to take a train home without being harassed by assholes like you.”
― Alexa Martin, Intercepted

“Notice that the story [of technical progress accelerating indefinitely] is not testable; we just have to wait around and see. If the predicted year of true AI's coming is false, too, another one can be forecast, a few decades into the future. AI in this sense is unfalsifiable and thus--according to the accepted rules of the scientific method--unscientific.”
― Erik J. Larson, The Myth of Artificial Intelligence: Why Computers Can鈥檛 Think the Way We Do

“If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.”
― Emily Bront毛, Wuthering Heights

“You thought standing in his shadow was cold while he was alive, but standing in the shadow of his martyrdom is colder, isn't it?”
― Nicki Pau Preto, Bonesmith

“You're a liar, and worse-- you broke my heart. You're not a mother. You're a villain."
Gothel's eyes went wide. Her mouth opened and hung there as though even she was a little curious as to what she would say, what words would come and bring the situation back under her control.
"I would rather take my chances with an honest villain like Bathory!" Rapunzel hissed. "Get out of my sight and never let me see you again!"
"Or what?" Gothel asked, a knowing, nasty tone in her voice: her real voice. "What could you do to me, Rapunzel? I am your mother, and besides that I control all of these sword-playing idiots."
"Did you forget that I'm a crown princess? And a powerful witch who can control her hair now. Or did you think the castle just fell on its own today?
"Either way, your time with me is over, if you know what is good for you."
The two women glared at each other.
And after a minute, Rapunzel realized that's what they were: two women. Despite being younger and shorter than Gothel, she wasn't a girl anymore. She had power and will and a stubborn disposition.
"Go. Now," she ordered. "Never approach me again."
Her mother started to growl something--
"What's that? I can't hear you. All that mumbling," Rapunzel said airily, and walked away, turning her back on the woman forever.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

“I wouldn't want this to turn into a generic Asian hodgepodge, for example. Or a brand where the Korean part is no longer core to the business. Or the branding is offensive. Remember when Abercrombie and Fitch had all those offensive Asian T-shirts a few years back? I wouldn't want that to happen."
Wyatt slurped his straw. "Jessie, sometimes you really overthink it all. For a company your size, the offer is more than fair. You'll have so much money, you can go invest it somewhere and retire on a secluded beach. These guys, Rich and Tommy, they have vision! They make magic happen with any business they acquire. Their Persian Eats cookbook based on their Netflix series has held the number one spot on the bestseller list for three months. The author is this fancy Culinary Institute of the Arts instructor. Dudley something; I forget his name, some English dude. Tommy, didn't you tell me he was chomping at the bit to do a splashy Seoul Sistas cookbook?"
My whole body tensed. "We already have one coming out. And did you just say a White dude would be writing a Korean Seoul Sistas cookbook?"
He backtracked in the most Wyatt-like way. "I never said that exactly. And I didn't say he was White."
"With a name like Dudley, he's not exactly a sista."
The silence in the room was palpable. Wyatt asked, "So no deal? Any smart business leader would jump at this opportunity."
My God. Was he serious?
"No deal." I looked at Daniel, pleading for any lifeline he could throw me to get me out of there.
He stood from his chair. "Rich, Tommy, as always, it's been a pleasure working with you these last few weeks, but my contract ends now, at five P.M. And Wyatt, I'm respectfully declining your offer of full-time employment."
Wyatt's mouth formed a perfect O. "But... why?"
"I have a new client to counsel. Jessie Kim. And effective immediately, we'll be declining your offer and evaluating all of our options for selling or retaining her business."
I stood and pushed the chair back with my leg. "Thank you so much for finding time to meet with me, and it was great meeting you, Rich and Tommy." Shooting a death stare at Wyatt, I continued, "As a smart business leader in a new and growing category, it's best for me now to consider my options and explore alternatives.”
― Suzanne Park, So We Meet Again

“Come on, Val. When are you going to stop playing hard to get?鈥�

I smiled at him. 鈥淭he second you stop playing impossible to want.”
― Ruby Vincent, Marked

“Since it appears that you'll have your hands full thinking, I really must get to work.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Whatever you like. Mikki has us on a pretty strict diet, but Mikki isn鈥檛 here right now.鈥�

鈥淲hat鈥檚 the diet for?鈥� she asked absently, picking up the room phone.

鈥淭he muscles you鈥檙e always drooling over”
― Jane Washington, Tourner