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What was she thinking? Tarnished Silver? Brother. He probably practiced that smoldering look in the mirror so all women within a mile would fall over like nine pins when he smiled. Well, count her out. He was mouthwatering to look at, but so was cheesecake, and cheesecake was a heck of a lot safer. — Catherine Anderson

It was a strange staging for death, for the woman on the high bed was dying. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way with a grim tenacity, but indubitably dying. Her vital ardour had sunk below the mark from which it could rise again, and was now ebbing as water runs from a little crack in a pitcher. — John Buchan

I had throat cancer, and I had to have radiation treatments, and I couldn't sing for a long time; and this was in '97. I had 28 radiation treatments. I didn't die, thank God. — Levon Helm

My father taught me to work, but not to love it. I never did like to work, and I don't deny it. I'd rather read, tell stories, crack jokes, talk, laugh
anything but work. — Abraham Lincoln

In devotion to each other; you are becoming me,
Because I am you; I am you. — Vishwas Chavan

The pain of discipline is nothing like the pain of disappointment — Justin Langer

Gossip is the worst form of judging. — Nathan Eldon Tanner

Mother said: "Isn't it better for the press to be able to criticize everyone equally?" "A wonderful idea," he said. "But you socialists live in a dream world. We practical men know that Germany cannot live on ideas. People must have bread and shoes and coal." "I quite agree," Mother said. "I could use more coal myself. But I want Carla and Erik to grow up as citizens of a free country." "You overrate freedom. It doesn't make people happy. They prefer leadership. I want Werner and Frieda and poor Axel to grow up in a country that is proud, and disciplined, and united." "And in order to be united, we need young thugs in brown shirts to beat up elderly Jewish shopkeepers? — Ken Follett