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“I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.”
Pittacus Lore, The Rise of Nine

Patricia C. Wrede
“William didn't look like he'd be difficult about anything - he was thin and sandy-haired and already wore eyeglasses like his father. Most of the time he didn't say much. But when he was curious about something, he was stubborner than a bear after a honeycomb.”
Patricia C. Wrede, Across the Great Barrier
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Victor Serge
“Why survive if it is not for those who do not?”
Victor Serge, Memoirs of a Revolutionary
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Vanessa Diffenbaugh
“Meredith Combs, the social worker responsible for selecting the stream of adoptive families that gave me back, wanted to talk to me about blame.”
Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

P.D. James
“. . . equality is a political theory not a practical policy. . .”
P.D. James, The Children of Men
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Cornell Woolrich
“They had a date at eight every night. If it was raining, if it was snowing; if there was a moon, or if there was none. It wasn’t new, it hadn’t just come up. Last year it had been that way, the year before, the year before that. But it wasn’t going to keep on that way much longer: just hello at eight, good-bye at twelve. In a little while, in just a week or two, their date was going to be a permanent one; twenty-four hours a day. In just a little while from now, in June. And boy, they both agreed, June sure was slow in coming around this year. It never seemed to get here.”
Cornell Woolrich, Rendezvous in Black
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Cornell Woolrich
“For what was a man without a watch? And what was a watch without there being an indication of one?”
Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness
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Anthony Horowitz
“And I was glad to be in, with a fire blazing in the hearth, the familiar smell of tobacco in the air and – for all the clutter and chaos with which my friend chose to surround himself – a sense that everything was in its right place.”
Anthony Horowitz, The House of Silk