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I’d ask you to forego the jingoistic claptrap, but it’s terrifyingly obvious you truly believe it.
M. K. Hobson
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In New Bethel, we take the word serious. We whip whores, we hang thieves, and we burn sorcerers.
M. K. Hobson
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Could one die from boredom, she wondered? From complete, oppressive, crushing, unmitigated boredom, the likes of which made all other boredom seem like ecstasy’s sweet thrilling embrace? And in such a case, if one happened to have a life insurance policy, would it pay?
M. K. Hobson
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There is a difference between not understanding and being willfully obtuse.
M. K. Hobson
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I really do believe some people are naturally novelists and some people are short story writers. For me, when I was in middle school or high school, I started with novels.
M. K. Hobson
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'Still feeling guilty, are we? I’d have thought you’d be over that by now.''I have a nettlesome little thing called a conscience,' Emily hissed. 'Ever hear of it?''They’re out of fashion in New York,' Stanton said, and though she guessed she was joking, he didn’t sound humorous.
M. K. Hobson
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Nothing is ever what you want it to be. The harder you grab for it, the more deeply it cuts. And it mocks you for being foolish enough to reach for it at all. You come to fear touching anything at all, because you know that if you do, it will become terrible.
M. K. Hobson
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I love those books like 'Gone with the Wind,' the huge, sweeping family sagas.
M. K. Hobson
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You know, there’s one thing about you that always astonishes me. The longer you talk, the wronger you get.
M. K. Hobson
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The obsessive rules of etiquette struck Emily as mean-spirited, like the old trick of tying someone’s shoelaces under the table. It was only fun if you liked watching people fall down.
M. K. Hobson
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'Was your mother furious?''She’ll get over it,' Stanton said. 'Perhaps not in this lifetime, but I happen to believe in reincarnation, so there’s still hope.'
M. K. Hobson
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I don’t think that’s the answer he was looking for. It’s not the answer I was looking for. But maybe it’s the right one.
M. K. Hobson
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Emily’s chestnut-colored hair was thick and shiny as silk floss-an extraordinary female endowment. But like most female endowments, it was generally more trouble than it was worth.
M. K. Hobson
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Love. Such a lot of damn fuss.
M. K. Hobson
