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As the flesh gets in the way of our ideals, we regulate ourselves unto enslavement and inhumanity.The human spirit then dies and the animal in us returns.
I’m looking for the exit.”“The Last Exit to Brooklyn, will it be?”“Er, no! Just the way out.”From "One man in his time
I don’t like coming over here at night, the girl said. The bayou is scary in the dark, all manner of things running wild out there.
Tastes change, Cherie. I find the older I get the more I like to be reminded of my youth.
War’s all either country knows, and everything seems to depend on it now.
The things white men failed to notice would fill the world they had ruined ten thousand times over.
I offer you your life, friend, and recommend you take it.
I was an unwilling passenger leaving the Big Country. I would miss the mountains and the waterfalls, the treks on broad horses' backs to hidden villages in secret valleys.
We all have a book in us. The first step is recognising this. Writing it is a whole new journey.
The old law of an eye for an eye didn’t make them blind to the fact that another man’s terrorist wasn’t their freedom fighter.
I am not an atheist preacher. I am not an absolutist or chauvinist whose ways are immune to evolution. My core philosophy is that I might be wrong.
We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.
All I want is to sleep--to dream. Life is better in dreams.
There are ultimate truths you cannot hide from no matter how high you climb or how long you sit alone. Everything is on its way somewhere, even if that place feels like nowhere.
If loving the written word is wrong...I don't want to be right!
Dare I ask Mao and his Communist Party?I fear my throat will be cut into two pieces.In the name of revolution, for thought crimes, Such questions can turn me to ashes.
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.
Thinking, like other drugs, can be a useful distraction from pain, as long as it's managed and doesn't become an addiction.
He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.
He was a shadow of the man that once intimidated us out of our home, a shell of a human being, a fragment of a father.
Maybe that’s why I was so afraid of Sasha’s love. With him comes the remembering part that I was so good at forgetting.~Piper - 'Breathe Me
The burden is on the sane.
A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. "I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.
We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
Underneath the groundyou can't hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won't forget youthey won't forget you
In the white marble hall of the hotel, I'm waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we're dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that things can't be changed, that things can't be done. The can and they will, if we are united in what we believe.
As people's hopes soared, Jana felt a tinge of fear.
He nodded, looking across the room at the sea of photographers and journalists. The microphones spread around him like birds waiting to be fed.
Mr Martinek turned back to Jana. 'Thirty-eight per cent alcohol, sixty-two per cent fire - all the way from Karlovy Vary.
As the sun lowered into the city's skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people's hopes rising.
9 November 1989. A day nobody would forget. She had heard rumours about the wall.
I don't know, Benes. I'm not sure I've ever really understood women for that kind of commitment.' He flipped his beer mat up int the air with his index finger and caught it in his hand.
One word was the method by which the state collected their information. They could reel in the informants and spread them out like tentacles, ready to sting in any direction.
All that is gold does not glitter.Not all those who wander are lost:The old that is strong does not wither.Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.
Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.
Olga was better, in the sun, where he could see every pore in her skin. Get closer. Feel her next to him. It was all he wanted in the world. It was the last thing in the world that he could do.
…he’d assumed their relationship would go on forever. It was going on now, but in another way, like the rearrangement of the stars, which were all still in the sky, just burning in unexpected places.
We just move on, don’t we, with traitors still amongst us? But there was one thought that wouldn’t go away. If I loved him, I would forgive him.
But this bus was a bit too full. The driver only appeared to control the glass and metal around him. In reality, he was at the nose of a travelling paroxysm.
Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I've heard his voice, soft as a lover's whisper.
Can you imagine how many people got laid in here?" Abby said, walking to the other side of the Jacuzzi.
When you turn around, you'll see something I bet you've never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you'll fit in nicely. If you don't feel anything, then maybe you don't belong here.
Stallions, " Frank said, "they're fightin' over a girl. - DANIEL'S ESPERANZA
Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.
I wouldn't dignify it with the name immoral.
You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what’s happening on another planet, but not what’s going on inside the person next to you.
Were the stars against him? A woman's fingers are quicker in the sky and shine more brightly.
We put our flags in soil when we arrive, as if it now belongs to us and we know where we are.