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“Never presume to know a person based on the one dimensional window of the internet. A soul can’t be defined by critics, enemies or broken ties with family or friends. Neither can it be explained by posts or blogs that lack facial expressions, tone or insight into the person’s personality and intent. Until people “get thatâ€�, we will forever be a society that thinks Beautiful Mind was a spy movie and every stranger is really a friend on Facebook.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“I think to myself:
I don't want to survive this one
I want to burn up in the wreckage”
― Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins

“She lit my soul and inhaled deeply
Flicking my ashes occasionally.”
― Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins

“Without pride, man becomes a parasite â€� and there are already too many parasites.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“ 'If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it once. I'm saving it for the right moment.' ”
― Amanda Steiger, Dark Geist

“It's not dystopia to think history will repeat itself.”
― Mord McGhee, Murder Red Ink

“Shame comes in different doses.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together”
― Jaden Wilkes, The Beast

“Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.”
― Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas

“love is a drop of blood
in a
pool of tears”
― patrick b vince, Love is a Four Letter Word

“Rare contact creates a stir. Gossip spreads. Tensions build. Denying Pissec, miserable Obelmäker and repressed Baumauer are all seething-jealous â€� openly or reservedly â€� within the hour. The pay rise promise is working a treat. Brichacek’s licking the tip of a pencil with her sticky pink tongue. “Stop flirting,â€� he tells her, but he looks at her breasts and thinks, The girls with the bruises in the sex films are just dead dolls, but this pretty toy is alive.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“...Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.”
― Brittany Hawes, Twisted

“The visual of Satan isn’t one of a big red devil with horns. Even worse, it’s the picture of something good, twisted enough to be compelling.”
― Todd Stocker

“Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley â€� one day in the near future, they might just save your life.â€� Maxwell D. Kalist.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“I want to take a trip to Shakespeare's brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.”
― Megha Khare, Write like no one is reading 2

“To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people â€� and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?”
― Set it off

“We're in bed. I'm on my back. And Drew is between my legs. Well - his face is, anyway. "I love your pussy." I moan, and he reinforces his words with actions. He's big on actions. Wet, worshipful actions. "I could fucking live down here.”
― Emma Chase Twisted

“Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him â€� a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square office on the third floor of a restored grain exchange midway along the Eastern flank of KvÄ›tniv’s busy, modern central plaza. Behind his oblong slate desk and black leather swivel chair is an intimidating, three-storey wall made almost entirely of bevelled, glare-reducing grey glass in art-deco style; one hundred and thirty six rectangles of gleam stacked together in a dangerously heavy collage.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice â€� he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.â€� Maxwell D. Kalist.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.â€� Gottfried Baumauer.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“Secrets are dangerous.â€� Gottfried Baumauer.”
― Carla H Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth

“His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting.”
― Jennifer Harrison