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For maintaining social systems, honouring promises and contractual agreements is important. For a system to sustain, there must be certain non-negotiables that every stakeholder in the system must sincerely adhere to; in that truth, accountability and trust are necessary.

Children don't have the prejudices that adults do about insects we usually regard as pests.

'Cats, books and beer: surrounded by his favourite things,' reads the caption. 😂

I feel so dumb now for telling the librarian that my job in the Womenswear section at Eden was 'nothing great.' I haven't been doing a great job, that's all.

But I also need you to understand that when you do the right thing, there are consequences. Consequences that can bite you in the ass good and hard, my boy. Good and fucking hard.

I know I've done hero's work, but I'm too bleeding sad and tired to care.

Those who say there is no peace in vengeance must not have truly felt vengeance's flames. There is peace. There is lightness. Relief.

Their bread was shit; burnt on the arse and dry as a nun's cunt. 😂

A little bit of Mark wasn't the problem. The problem with Mark was that it was never a little bit of Mark, it was always either none at all or way too much.

A puppet is a possession that possesses the possessor.

She felt like that cartoon coyote running in midair - the only thing keeping her from falling was the belief she was still on solid ground.

You know, Louise, her dad said, statistically, and there's a lot of variance in these numbers, but in general, from a strictly scientific point of view, everything turns out okay an improbable number of times.

Ex didn't know if it was the unique way in which the pathetic creature died, but if he had to be poetic about it - it's hard not to be in the Trance - his heart tasted like a durian boiled in the sun for days, sauteed in a bucket of a diseased drunkard's stomach bile.

As the kongkoi’s hypothetical value increased, so did Ex’s intrusive thoughts of shrimp bami noodles, spicy chili-basil fried fish, fermented quail eggs and rice, huanglai curry…

Sometimes we aren't the right people yet.

Every book is a little mirror, and sometimes you look into it and see someone else looking back.

Murk seemed to have a sleepy power over her, a seductive song of indolence.

When Viv cracked open the door to the bookshop, the scent of pastry almost managed to beat back the musty funk of the place. 🍰📚

“You are right to,” she told him. “I will overthrow the world. And you have seen my instrument already—the Wasp Empire will be my sword.”
“An Empire has no hilt,” Uctebri pointed out.

Sometimes the mushrooms made the little world inside their abandoned house beautiful. They softened edges, made colours more vibrant, turned the ruined home into a fairyland dream. This wasn't like that. The market was garish and ugly. Too many bright colours and cloying scents. The world hardened like clay left in the sun. It's going to crack.

It wasn’t a big space: You had to get a guy in and settled in the back room, and make sure he was coming right before the woman was ushered into her appointment. You didn’t want any orgasm yelps from the back when a lady was telling you how her marriage was coming apart. The new-puppy excuse only works once. 😂

In Gandhiji's politics, there was no place for consistency of ideas and reasons. Truth was what Gandhiji only could define.

Indeed in the subsequent years the Congress policy can be quite correctly described as 'Peace at any price' and 'Congress in Office at all costs.' The Congress compromised with the British who placed it in office and in return the Congress surrendered to the violence of Mr. Jinnah; carved out one-third of India to him, an explicitly racial and theological State and destroyed two million human beings in the process.

I have throughout stood for a secular state with joint electorates.

Due to strict codes of conduct regarding the use of magic, any witch or wizard worth their salt would have refused to take part in some measly lord’s quest. Not me. I would have sold my soul for a bowl of potato chips and an ounce of happiness.

Taj walked, so Afghanistan could run.

Well, Fazal was where all that started - he was patient zero for Pakistan's fast-bowling paterfamilias.

India were a joke not long after they started playing Test cricket. Not because they weren't talented. They weren't even the worst team, New Zealand had them beat there. It was because they took the very worst of English cricket, the amateur class structure, and allowed one of the worst International cricketers ever to lead them on their second tour of the UK.

This is the thing about organizing a wedding. I can put together a perfect day, as long as the guests play along, remember to stay within certain bounds. But if they don't, the repercussions can last far longer than twenty-four hours. No one is capable of controlling that sort of fallout.

I can get people to do what I want, sure. But I haven't always been able to get them to like me.