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She snorted to herself, knowing the only justice she would get would be the one she made. With a sharp knife.

‘We all live with the consequences of our choices, eh?’

Without women, Peter Marlowe thought helplessly, men are only a cruel joke. And he bled in the starch of the sun.

You will get what you seek.
Not what you desire.
Not what you dream.

What you seek. Fervently.

Priorities get published prima facie.
Procrastination gets promoted to problems.

Habits hire us forever and take us higher, whereas targets tame us and leave us clueless after we achieve them.

Success is a relationship you have with your own self.

Somehow, I have found 1986 edition with yellowed pages at less than $1 from a used book shop.

May be her friend was right. May be the shop wasn't her life. May be she should be prepared to lose it.
Without it though, what was she really?
She could arrive at only one answer.
Alone.

Certain hours were just better suited to the business. A restaurant was busiest at mealtimes, and a cafe was busiest, well... she supposed she was discovering when exactly that was.

As Viv approached the table, she got the overwhelming impression that she was entering the den of some elderly woodland beast. A badger perhaps. Not a dangerous sense, but the feeling of a place where he spent so much time that it had absorbed his smell and become essentially his.

Let me tell you, every man in that camp felt the same fear you did. I certainly did. Both the brave man and the coward feel the same. The only difference between them is that the brave man faces his fear, does not run.

Wait here with Storm for me,’ Corban said to Cywen. She grinned, watching the wolven-cub stalking a huge crab.


"Such small things, such huge joy!" 🐺

But most of all it was his father’s face that he wanted to see. Not out of any love shared, but because he felt that he had finally achieved something that could not be denied.

There’s no point getting old if you don’t get cunning. 😏

To train the mind you must train the body.

But Evnis had fallen in love with Fain. Not instantly, like a thunderbolt, but gradually, incrementally, day by day. It was her kindness that had won him in the end, her ability to see only good. And somehow his love for her dulled his hatred of others, never completely removed it, but made it feel less important, somehow.

'What good is sleep if it means a spear up your arse?’ said Kastell. Maquin nodded grimly.

Lalmohan Babu - alias Jatayu - arrived one day, clutching a box of sweets. That surprised m, since all he evr carried when he came to our house was un umbrella. 😃

The food in dhabas - which were usually frequented by lorry drivers - was always delicious. Roti, daal, meat curry... my mouth began to eat. Feluda could eat anything anywhere. I tried to follow his example.

But pushy fathers can even move a rock.

But whether he plays in yellow or some other colour, Cheteshwar Pujara in whites is like Indian cricket's most assured fixed deposit, who knows how to put the interests of the team first.

It was one thing having everyone know that you were weak, but it was many times worse to be beaten like a stray dog and left in the street.

This was the sort of person the Abidan were created to save: the weak who stood against the strong. The sort of person the Phoenix was meant to save. The sort of person who might, with a little outside help, even reach beyond their fate.

For the most part, a dream was nothing more than a mind deceiving itself. Only rarely did dreams tap into greater forces…but when they did, they could reveal pieces of fate.

On Malcolm Marshall - "He once came to my house in Sportsfield Building with Des Haynes. My Bombay colleague Alan Sippy played the barman to indulgence, and together the two Bajans brought the roof down, prompting Sunny Gavaskar to come down three stories from his apartment to check on why the loud laughter sounded so familiar.

Television can be cruel. Even the slightest hint of shabbiness in one's attire, or a brief in attention can be a major letdown.

She was not smarter than Ayt Mada; she never had been. The way to defeat a chess master was not with greater genius, but by forcing her to play a different game.

Since he held no official role in the strict hierarchy of the clan, he’d been many things—a healer, a killer, an emissary, an advisor. Today, he was a hammer.

In my experience, as long as your friends have a high opinion of you, it doesn’t hurt when your enemies have a low opinion, the lower the better.