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A person was like a city. You couldn’t let a few less desirable parts put you off the whole. There may be bits you don’t like, a few dodgy side streets and suburbs, but the good stuff makes it worthwhile.

Bertrand Russell wrote that ‘To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three-parts dead’. Maybe that was her problem. Maybe she was just scared of living. But Bertrand Russell had more marriages and affairs than hot dinners, so perhaps he was no one to give advice.

Evan made me proud to be Japanese, and so he made me love myself. That was how I knew I was really in love with him.

We’re all just ordinary men—well, I’m an ordinary demon—faced with extraordinary choices. In those moments, sometimes heroic ideals demand that we become their avatars.

Before we found how to live forever, sex and children were the closest we came to immortality.

Likewise, most of our thoughts and memories are destined to fade, to disappear, to be consumed by the very act of choosing and living. That is not a cause for sorrow, sweetheart. It is the fate of every species to disappear into the void that is the heat death of the universe. But long before then, the thoughts of any intelligent species worthy of the name will become as grand as the universe itself.

We have children because we can’t remember our own first taste of ambrosia. 🍫

Information doesn’t want to be free. It’s valuable and wants to earn. And its existence doesn’t free anyone; possessing it, however, can do the opposite.

Boys were simple, and fists could do the talking for them. The magic of words between girls was much more complicated.

Churchill said that we shape our buildings, and afterward our buildings shape us. We made machines to help us think, and now the machines think for us.

Churchill said that we shape our buildings, and afterward our buildings shape us. We made machines to help us think, and now the machines think for us.

When she lit her soul like that she was at her most beautiful. Her face glowed. Her pale skin was lit from within like a Chinese paper lantern about to burst into flames.

He didn’t understand his family, his people, the world—not even himself. But he wasn’t sure anyone else did, either.

Birmun stepped forward and prayed he wouldn’t be so out-matched and ignorant he’d die in seconds. Doesn’t matter. Corpses feel no shame.

Laws are supposed to protect men, not gods.

"Men are like dogs and wolves, she reminded herself, show no weakness, show no hesitation."

Ouch😅

Inspiring followers to love is often a luxury a king cannot afford, but then you are not a king.

He would spend what life he had finding these gods, if they existed, and he would spit in their faces. And if they were too afraid and never showed themselves, then he would eat their fucking children in the night.

His look to Caro had been no lie. He would murder every man in Hulbron to protect his mother. He didn’t know what they’d face tomorrow or what dangers to prepare for, only that his childhood had ended, and whatever came, for Beyla he would burn in the mountain forever, if he must.

Ruka stared at the corpse of the boy he’d killed, and his stomach growled.

WTF👹

Right from our arrival at Heathrow I had been reminded of the unrelenting pressure I was under. At the immigration I handed over my passport. ‘Oh, Mark Taylor, eh?’ said the bloke behind the desk. ‘The Australian captain?’ I agreed. ‘Ahhh . . . but for how long?’ he asked.

Cricket, it is often said, reflects the society that plays it.

Following a long tradition, we don’t shave during a Test and by now were looking fairly untidy, though Merv (Hughes) would look untidy in a dinner suit. 😂

Quite true about Steve Waugh's favorite animal. 😜

(Arthur) Mailey hit the pads in a Test match at Adelaide Oval. ‘How’s that!’ he demanded.
‘Not out,’ replied umpire George Hele.
‘Bloody cheat,’ muttered Mailey.
Hele almost leapt at him. ‘Who’s a cheat?’ he barked. ‘I am,’ said Arthur, and all was well. 🤣

The rest of the day and the night was the same. I ran into Paul the following morning and he made some comment about how well we were knocking over the champagne the night before. As I don’t drink champagne, I asked, ‘What champagne?’ He laughed and replied, ‘At dinner time, don’t you remember we sat together?’ It was news to me.

Cricket from Chappell & Marsh era🍻

Desai conversationally asked, ‘McCool, tell me, how good was this guy Don Bradman?’ McCool looked round, gestured to Desai to be quiet and said, ‘Ssssh! Not so loud. If any of these Englishmen hear you they’ll pee in their pants.' 😂😂😂

- Willow Tales: The lighter side of Indian cricket, de Vitre

"'You’ve spoilt my weekend. I could hit you. Why did you bowl out Don Bradman for a duck?’ I don’t think I have ever seen a youngster bursting with such indignation."
- Our Cricket Story, Bedser and Bedser

Tonight, the Words were the easy part.

Pity can be a powerful tool. Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you’ve got power over them.

“Why do you care?” Wyndle asked again. He sounded curious. Not a challenge. An attempt to understand.

“Because someone has to.”