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Love shouldn't be comfortable.
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Find out what people want to do, then tell them to do it. They'll think you're a genius.
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Madam, I could teach lessons in hell on the subject of ‘want.’
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War does not ask which of its victims deserves to die and which does not. It is indiscriminate. Innocent as well as guilty fall before it.
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Has he ever even said he loved you?" "He's been telling me for years," she said softly, "I just wasn't listening
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You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant, and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.
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I find sarcasm before noon sours the stomach.
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There are moments on stage when everything comes together. Then the kid in the front row coughs.
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Better to follow a woman’s example than mindlessly heed the dictates of men.
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You can figure out what the villain fears by his choice of weapons.
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She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen times before, that heady sensation of having just scooted through the clanging gate, of eluding the thrown net. It didn't come. She was running again, but she wasn't escaping. She'd been chased to ground a long, long time ago.
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If it's got a beard or a battery, you're going to have trouble with it.
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Robin had never been in love before, which is precisely how he recognized the sensation with such absolute certainty.
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She had meant to woo him. In her own weird, unsettling way she had simply been courting him and he’d been too stupid to realize it.
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No one ever fell in love gracefully.
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And enigmatic smile is worth ten pages of dialog.
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She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured. She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him. “Ah!”
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The heart doesn’t ask permission. It is singularly unconcerned with the qualifications of those it chooses to love. It mocks the intellect, it subjugates reason, and it holds hostage the will to survive.
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If you forget your lines, you had better mumble with conviction.
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Some days you're the cockroach, some days you're the boot heel.
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I am not going to rape you, Mrs. Blackburn," he said, toweling off his face, as if accusations of rape were a daily and tiresome occurence.
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"I’ve thought of a reason,” Kit MacNeill said
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The sound of the surf mingled with the wind rushing in his ears, and still it did not drown out the sound of her voice: “Can you think of any reason why I should not stay?” A thousand. None of them good enough.
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"Toffs?” Jack kept his eyes averted from his
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