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“     The morgue was the name the human workers gave to this room in the facility. They were careful not to utter it in front of the androids, for fear of offending them.”
― Anthony Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips

“I have seen so many people try everything—prayer, fasting, accountability—yet still struggle. And then, in one moment of encountering the power of God, they are set free forever.”
― Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

“You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“Falconers,” she continued, sternly. “Pull yourselves together. People are dying. The police don’t have the family history to solve murders forty years apart.”
― Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

“Which is the greater sin? To care too much? Or too little?”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“There is no word that admits of more various significations, and has made more varied impressions on the human mind, than that of liberty.” (Montesquieu) In order to exist, liberty and justice in a society, there should be equality in this society before them and together with them. Only then can we speak of humanism. Only socially equal personalities are free. And only free and equal in rights personalities could “love each other like brothers.”
― Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

“Yeah. I’m an asshole. But I promise you, when the shit rolls downhill and you need someone with a shovel, I’m an asshole who can get the job done.”
― Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

“A pornographic scene skilfully shot is no less than a melodious song.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“Baka je rekla da svaki čovjek ima dvije pameti. Jedna ima veze sa svime što je neophodno za život u tijelu. Tu pamet moraš upotrebljavati za smišljanje kako ćeš naći sklonište i hranu i slične stvari koje su potrebne tvom tijelu; ta pamet je na djelu također kad muškarac i žena imaju djecu, i tome slično. Rekla je da tu pamet moramo imati kako bi se život nastavljao. Ali, rekla je i da imamo još jednu pamet koja nije imala nikakve veze sa svim tim stvarima. Duhovnu pamet.
Po bakinom, ako čovjek upotrebljava tjelesnu pamet na pohlepan ili zao način, ako ju upotrebljavaš da bi naškodio drugim ljudima i smislio kako ćeš ih iskoristiti i zaraditi na njima... onda se tvoja duhovna pamet skupi i postane manja od hikori-oraha.
„Kad naše tijelo umre“, rekla je baka, „tjelesna pamet isto umre, a ako smo cijeloga života bili sebični i pohlepni onda nam na kraju ostane samo taj hikori-orah od pameti, jer duhovna pamet je jedino što ostaje kad tijelo umre. I kad se onda ponovo rodimo - a mi se rađamo ponovo“, rekla je baka, „onda moramo živjeti s duhovnom pameću veličine hikori oraha, koja ništa ne zna i ništa ne razumije.
A tad se može dogoditi da se još više skupi, do veličine zrna graška i može potpuno nestati ako tjelesna pamet preuzme svu vlast. Kad se to dogodi, onda si izgubio svoj duh, onda si skroz izgubljen.“
To je uzrok zašto po svijetu hoda toliko mrtvih ljudi. Baka je rekla da ih je sasvim lako prepoznati: oni vide ženu i ne vide ništa osim prljavštine, vide druge ljude i ne vide ništa osim zla; vide drvo i vide samo daske i profit; nikad ljepotu, ni ljubav. Baka je rekla da su takvi ljudi mrtvi i samo se čini da su živi.
„Duhovna pamet je naime kao i svaki drugi mišić“, rekla je baka. „Ako marljivo vježbaš, postaje sve veća i jača.“
„Ali kako se vježba duhovnu pamet?“
„Vrlo jednostavno“, rekla je, „tako što se trudiš razumjeti sve ljude i sva bića i stvari. Ali to možeš samo ako ne upotrebljavaš svoju tjelesnu pamet na pohlepan i pokvaren način. Onda razumijevanje dolazi samo odsebe, i što više se trudiš razumjeti, to veća i veća postaje tvoja duhovna pamet.
Naravno, razumijevanje i ljubav su jedno te isto“, dodala je baka. „Osim kad si ljudi nešto umišljaju; kad tvrde da vole nekoga, koga ne razumiju. Jer to se ne može.”
― Forrest Carter

“Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.”
― George R.R. Martin, Dreamsongs Section 5: Hybrids and Horrors

“Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve
got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up
the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money
gives out.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“It made me shiver. And I about made up my mind to pray, and see if I couldn't try to quit being the kind of a boy I was and be better. So I kneeled down. But the words wouldn't come. Why wouldn't they? It warn't no use to try and hide it from Him. Nor from ME, neither. I knowed very well why they wouldn't come. It was because my heart warn't right; it was because I warn't square; it was because I was playing double. I was letting ON to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on to the biggest one of all. I was trying to make my mouth SAY I would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to that nigger's owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You can't pray a lie--I found that out.

So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn't know what to do. At last I had an idea; and I says, I'll go and write the letter--and then see if I can pray. Why, it was astonishing, the way I felt as light as a feather right straight off, and my troubles all gone. So I got a piece of paper and a pencil, all glad and excited, and set down and wrote:

Miss Watson, your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile below Pikesville, and Mr. Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the reward if you send.

HUCK FINN.

I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever felt so in my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn't do it straight off, but laid the paper down and set there thinking--thinking how good it was all this happened so, and how near I come to being lost and going to hell. And went on thinking. And got to thinking over our trip down the river; and I see Jim before me all the time: in the day and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we a-floating along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I'd see him standing my watch on top of his'n, 'stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always call me honey, and pet me and do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the ONLY one he's got now; and then I happened to look around and see that paper.

It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:

"All right, then, I'll GO to hell"--and tore it up.”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

“Mary dashed the rain from her eyes with a frozen hand. Was that a knife buried in the man’s chest with the blood seeping up around it? Doesn’t that mean he’s alive? Although with the blade at that angle, it can’t be for long. Colors swam in the water coating Mary’s vision. She rubbed her face, and with every shuttering breath, even before she could see his features, she knew her son, George, the son she had never met, was dead.”
― Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

“It doesn’t matter how smart you are or what you know; if you learn to put those two things together, to let your pain drive your talent, you can become the best at anything you do in life.”
― Vernon Davis, Playing Ball: Life Lessons from My Journey to the Super Bowl and Beyond

“It does little good to regret a choice. So often people say, “If only I had known,” implying they would’ve acted differently in a given situation. It is true that desires of the moment can blind one’s sight of the future. Revenge is not as sweet as the adage claims. Yet who could pass a chance to taste it? And if the chance were allowed to slip by, would the fool regret his lack of action? ”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Are you really a reporter?” asked Brown.
“You already asked me that. Come back to Levita, take the pardon.”
 “I doubt I’ll live long enough to get there,” said Brown bitterly.
“I hope you survive. You are a fighter. And we have the antidote for your habit on
Levita. I suggest you take a vacation. There’s nothing much that’s going to happen here.”
With that she left, leaving Brown more confused than ever.
He was a father, he had a son. And, the Levitians had a cure for his drug-addled body.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“Love was the quiet hum of a lullaby slipping past sleeping ears on a late November evening.”
― J. Rose Black, Chasing Headlines

“Everyone is ready for the end of the day, ten-minute group meditation. The meditation is like the iciest beer you have ever
had after a hard day’s work.”
― Tom Hillman, Digging for God

“I realized that if you avoid the sin, you will also avoid the fun.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later—again, for its own mysterious reasons.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage

“The eyes are the windows of the soul.... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?”
― E.L. Konigsburg, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

“Don Juan: Oh! To think that nothing living will come of my having lived! Do you know it, this suffering?

Devil: It's my own suffering. That's what Hell is. No one who has created anything is down there.”
― Edmond Rostand, La Dernière Nuit De Don Juan

“Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“The pen is mightier than the sword... an considerably easier to write with. - Marty Feldman”
― Tom Sechrist

“crack”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie