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The thing Lady didn't get, or the thing she'd forgotten, was that being a child was painful too. She was so wrapped up in losing Seth, the treacheries of him growing up, that she couldn't remember what it felt like to be on the other side. The burden of that. Sure, Seth had left her womb and never returned, but he was the one who had to do the leaving. — Edan Lepucki

Let's not pretend that mental phenomena can be mapped on to the characteristics of billiard balls. — Gregory Bateson

Appreciated. In any case, Satan, the Archdevil and ruler of Hell, looms — Thomas Cahill

Human society is a single organism, like an individual human body or a tree. But — Marcus Aurelius

Emily Klein doesn't know she has killed him until the day of his funeral. Her loved ones, including, of course, her husband, are all at the church rather than at her bedside. That explains why there are no familiar faces around her this time when she regains consciousness. The — Diane Jeffrey

I don't want to want you this much," I whispered when our lips broke apart again.
His eyes searched mine, his gaze softening. "But you do."
"But I do."
"And you can't will the feeling away?"
I shook my head, looking at him as if he was going to give me some kid of antidote for this. Whatever this was.
"Neither can I," he said, placing his forehead against mine. "Neither can I. — Claire Contreras

Come in, Bean. Come in Julian Delphiki, longed-for child of good and loving parents. Come in, kidnapped child, hostage of fate. Come and talk to the Fates, who are playing such clever little games with your life. — Orson Scott Card

I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it. — Mary Cassatt

Vader completed his meditation and opened his eyes. His pale, flame-savaged face stared back at him from out of the reflective black transparisteel of his pressurized meditation chamber. Without the neural connection to his armor, he was conscious of the stumps of his legs, the ruin of his arms, the perpetual pain in his flesh. He welcomed it. Pain fed his hate, and hate fed his strength. Once, as a Jedi, he had meditated to find peace. Now he meditated to sharpen the edges of his anger. — Paul S. Kemp