""Yeah? What'd you name all those cats?"

"Death, Famine, Pestilence, War, and Mr. Whiskers."

"You named your cats after the riders of the apocal--wait. Mr. Whiskers?"

"Well, there are only four horsemen.""
— Richelle Mead

"Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey."
— Marguerite Yourcenar

"She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else..."
— Julia Quinn (Romancing Mister Bridgerton)

"All right so you think your ready, okay then you say this with me go! We were born for this!"
— Paramore

"Debt Chauffeur, that's my name for him now, wants to marry me. He asked me down on bended knee, and I would have been honored - except he wants us to live in London, and he wants me to live white. I crowed at that. I laughed so hard and not a tear came. He couldn't understand it. I don't often think on how white I look; it's always been a question of how colored I feel, and I feel plenty colored. He said that no one in London will know that I'm supposed to be colored. And I said I am colored, colored black, the way I talk, the way I cook, the way I do most everything, and he said but you don't have to be. "
— Alice Randall (The Wind Done Gone: A Novel)

"Being doped is a pleasure you pay for. There was always opium there for the people -- in the end it tainted their whole faith. If the Church had not always stood so watchfully behind the ruling powers, there would not have been such attacks against everything it stood for -- although of course it may have been competing with them for the first place among the rulers, as in the Middle Ages. Whenever it was a question of keeping the serfs, and then the paid slaves down, the dope-dealers came unfailingly to the help of the oppressors."
— Ernst Bloch

"For certain is death for the born
And certain is birth for the dead;
Therefore over the inevitable
Thou shouldst not grieve.
"
— Bhagavad Gita

"she has never 'held still'; explosion, diffusion, effervescence, abundance, she takes pleasure in being boundless, outside self, outside same, far from a 'center,' from any capitol of her 'dark continent,' very far from the 'hearth' to which man brings her so that she will tend his fire . . .which always threatens to ...go out . . .
She doesn't hold still, she overflows . . .
This power to be errant is stength "
— Cixious and Clement