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“The idea of safety had shrunk into particles - one snug moment, then the next. Meanwhile, the brain piped fugues of worry and staged mind-theaters full of tragedies and triumphs, because unfortunately, the fear of death does wonders to focus the mind, inspire creativity, and heightens the senses. Trusting one's hunches only seems gamble if one has time for seem; otherwise the brain goes on autopilot and trades the elite craft of analysis for the best rapid insights that float up from its danger files and ancient bag of tricks.”
― Diane Ackerman, The Zookeeper's Wife

“You know, Theo, one of the hardest things to admit is that we weren't loved when we needed it most. It's a terrible feeling, the pain of not being loved.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“one thing's sure and nothings' surer
the rich get richer and the poor get -children
In the meantime
In between time”
― F.SCOTT FITZGERALD, The Great Gatsby

“Also, if Briar had a kid, it would basically be my kid, too... I don鈥檛 mean that in some like鈥uclear family, heterosexual, we鈥檙e-registered-at-Hobby-Lobby kind of way. I just mean, you know, Briar is my family, and our family is whatever we decide it is.”
― H.E. Edgmon, The Fae Keeper

“But I remember the Sundays. The days in court gave me a new hunger for the colors and smells of nature.”
― Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

“The moral?" Hermes asked. "Goodness, you act like it's a fable. It's a true story. Does the truth have a moral?" "Um..." "How about this: stealing is not always bad?" "I don't think my mom would like that moral." 'Rats are delicious,' suggested George. 'What does that have to do with the story?', Martha demanded. 'Nothing', George said. 'But I'm hungry.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters

“How oddly holiness situated itself among the things of the world, how endlessly creation wrenched and strained under the burden of its own significance.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Home

“She walked slowly away down the road. Her head was bent a little as though some weight of care of perplexity bowed it down.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder Is Easy

“And then a door opened and a man appeared, coming out of the living room. He was in his late thirties, with dark hair and a moustache, wearing a blue blazer with a crest on the front pocket. He had a lazy walk, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other. Fraser had the immediate thought that this was a man whom it would be easy to dislike. He did not just arouse antipathy; he almost seemed to cultivate it.”
― Anthony Horowitz, Magpie Murders