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“This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."

[Women Know Everything!]”
― Dorothy Parker

“I think that God that we have created and allowed to shape our culture through, essentially Christian theology is a pretty villainous creature. I think that one of the things that male patriarchal figure has done is, allowed under it's, his church, his wing, all kinds of corruptions and villainies to grow and fester. In the name of that God terrible wars have been waged, in the name of that God terrible sexism has been allowed to spread. There are children being born all across this world that don't have enough food to eat because that God, at least his church, tells the mothers and fathers that they must procreate at all costs, and to prevent procreation with a condom is in contravention with his laws. Now, I don't believe that God exists. I think that God is creation of men, by men, and for men. What has happened over the many centuries now, the better part of two thousand in fact, is that that God has been slowly and steadily accruing power. His church has been accruing power, and the men who run that church, and they are all men, are not about to give it up. If they give it up, they give up luxury, they give up comfort.”
― Clive Barker

“You know I do, aye? Love you right, Chessiebomb.”
― Stacia Kane, City of Ghosts

“Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song..”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!”
― Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories

“Right,鈥� Holden said. 鈥淣o coffee. This is a terrible, terrible planet.”
― James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn

“He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss, that I'm about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there'd never be a way out.
"Todd," I say again, a catch in my voice. "On the ledge, under the waterfall, do you remember what you said to me? Do you remember what you said to save me?"
He's shaking his head slowly. "I've done terrible things, Viola. Terrible things-"
"We all fall, you said." I'm gripping his hand now. "We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.”
― Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer

“But she never thought about the way Terrible looked, at least not that way. He hadn鈥檛 been ugly to her for months; he鈥檇 gone from just being a face she was familiar with to being a face she loved to look at, a face that made her鈥�.happy. Who gave a shit what anyone else saw when they looked at him, when they saw the crooked, many times broken nose, or the scars, or the jutting brow or thick jaw and heavy muttonchops? She knew what she saw, and that was all that mattered. Knew what was behind those hard dark eyes, and wanted it more than anything.”
― Stacia Kane, City of Ghosts

“So you'll teach me?" Val asked.

Ravus nodded agin. "I will make you as terrible as you desire."

"I don't want to be - ," she started, but he held up his hand.

"I know you're very brave," he said.

"Or stupid."

"And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.”
― Holly Black, Valiant

“Terrible thought she was brave. She remembered it now, heard his voice in her head as if he stood next to her. "They scared. Not you, though." Terrible thought she was brave, and if he - a man whose name was Terrible, a man whose path people scrambled to get out of - thought so, it must be true. She could do this, she would do this.”
― Stacia Kane, Unholy Ghosts

“But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men, yet his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home. There he took up again his great Ring in Barad-dur, and dwelt there, dark and silent, until he wrought himself a new guise, an image of malice and hatred made visible; and the Eye of Sauron the Terrible few could endure.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

“You ain鈥檛 know nothing,鈥� a man scoffed. 鈥淗ow I鈥檓 supposed to trust some junkie Churchwitch-鈥�

The words sliced through her like razor-sharp fangs. Her face flooded with shame, so hot she imagined it steamed in the icy air. At least it wasn鈥檛 difficult to identify the speaker. All she had to do was look for the man with Terrible鈥檚 fist locked around his neck.

鈥淎in鈥檛 think I hear you right,鈥� Terrible said in a calm, quiet voice. 鈥淲anna louden up?鈥� The man shook his head His eyes bulged. He looked like a bug, with his hands clenching into tiny useless fists. 鈥淵ou sure? You got else to say, you best say it now, instead of later. Now we got us watchers. Later might not be true, dig?鈥� The man dug.”
― Stacia Kane, Unholy Magic

“Chess lied to herself every day; it was just something she did, like taking her pills or making sure she had a pen in her bag. Little lies, mostly. Insignificant. Of course there were big ones there, too, like telling herself that she was more than just a junkie who got lucky enough to possess a talent not everyone had. That she was alone by choice and that she was not terrified of other people because they couldn鈥檛 be trusted, because they carried filth in their minds and pain in their hands and they would smear both all over her given half the chance.”
― Stacia Kane, City of Ghosts

“It would never have occurred to him that in placing the apricot in my palm he was giving me his ass to hold or that, in biting the fruit, I was also biting into that part of his body that must have been fairer than the rest because it never apricates - and near it, if I dared to bite that far, his apricock.”
― Andr茅 Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Dearly Devoted Dexter

“Ego vos mergam, nec merger a vobis. I sink you, that I will not be sunk by you.”
― Stacia Kane, Unholy Magic

“Now mayhap you quit givin Terrible the fuckin slurpy-eyes an give Bump the listening, yay? Thinkin you can? Gots some fuckin chattering wants doin, needs you fuckin head on straight up.”
― Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

“I鈥檓 not into danger, either.鈥� 鈥淎w, Chess. You so into it you ain鈥檛 climb out with a rope. Why else you do your job, live down here, buy from Bump?鈥� 鈥淚t鈥檚 just鈥擨 mean鈥擨 just do, is all.鈥� Her cheeks burned. She shouldn鈥檛 have let him come in here. She should have just sent him home and let him wash his stupid shirt himself. 鈥淣o shame in it. Some of us needs an edge on things make us feel right, else we ain鈥檛 like feeling at all, aye?”
― Stacia Kane, Unholy Ghosts

“So aint you think just causen you in this car now means any damn thing. It aint. He pretending it do, he lying and saying it do, but it aint. Pretend that other dame just he friend, so he say, but aint like it true.

Some churchbitch she is too. Leastaways that what Amy telling me. Amy say she met her once and she aint shit.”
― Stacia Kane, City of Ghosts

“We had never taken a shower together. We had never even been in the same bathroom together. "Don't flush," I'd said, "I want to look." What I saw brought out strains of compassion, for him, for his body, for his life, which suddenly seemed so frail and vulnerable. "Our bodies won't have secrets now," I said as I took my turn and sat down. He had hopped into the bathtub and was just about to turn on the shower. "I want you to see mine," I said. He did more. He stepped out, kissed me on the mouth, and, pressing and massaging my tummy with the flat of his hand, watched the whole thing happen.”
― Andr茅 Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“His hands on the sides of her face, on her neck, holding her there. "Chessie...shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so...so bad.”
― Stacia Kane, Sacrificial Magic

“How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?"
Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.”
― Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting

“She鈥檇 fucked him over hardcore. She鈥檇 betrayed him and she鈥檇 lied to him, and she knew that as far as he was concerned she鈥檇 led him on and used him as well, had consorted with people who wanted to see him dead and given them information to help them make him so. Most of all, she鈥檇 hurt him. And if the pain in her chest was anything close to what he鈥檇 felt, she was more than willing to admit he deserved to get his own back. Was willing to do more than admit it; was willing to take it, in the hopes he鈥檇 eventually decide she鈥檇 been punished enough and they could maybe move on.”
― Stacia Kane, City of Ghosts

“What a terrible thing life can be.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Dearly Devoted Dexter

“Aye. Freaky iffen you ask me. But guessing that what Terrible like, aye. What he deserve sneaking off into the bathroom with some rigmutton cunt, leaving me on my alones in the bar, and other men talking to me and saying I got me a date there and he fucking some whore while everyone outside the bathroom hearing them.”
― Stacia Kane, City of Ghosts

“To truly strip a man of everything, one must take away his money, community, and the core of his beliefs until he is bathed in the agony of isolation.”
― Leinad Eibam, Published Poet

“He could taste the familiar tang of museum air - an arid, deionized essence that carried a faint hint of carbon - the product of industrial, coal-filter dehumidifiers that ran around the clock to counteract the corrosive carbon dioxide exhaled by visitors.”
― Dan Brown, The da Vinci Code

“We stayed all day long. We closed our eyes and paryed, which we had not doen together in a long time. The nurse came in and out of the room. Everything felt awful and I wondered why the whole world didn't seem to notice how bad things really were. I thought of how I'd gotten used to awful, how after my dad died the planets kept on spinning and I got up and ate breakfast every morning and kept going to school. Something happens and it's terrible and you think you can't live another day, but then your mother gets used to it and you get used to it and you both keep on living, and you're not sure if that getting-used-to-things is good or the way life should be.”
― Margaret McMullan, Sources of Light

“There's work to do.”
― Alien Ant Farm

“I realised how terrible it must be to be at home everywhere for it means to be at home nowhere!”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Nights