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It's one thing for me to get moved to a new flight. But to end up next to you? Do you know what the odds of that are? It's incredible." "Some might call it fate, — Richelle Mead

The thing is done; it can't be undone. How can one go back and change a moment passed? Even a moment that should never have come. I fear with the deed I have lost not only my virtue but my life as well. For of all life's betrayers, the heart is the worst. It flutters with joyful anticipation, leading down paths better untrod. Now that I know my heart, I must never follow it again. — Kristen Heitzmann

Even when I'm not directing, that doesn't stop Owen from having ideas for what I should be doing. — Ben Stiller

Nuclear apocalypse - who do you need? Actors are probably not top of the list. What can I do for you? I can pretend to be somebody who can grow you some nice crops. — Christian Bale

For Orwell, the loss of a life was the loss of a mind was the loss of a world, and the world we inhabit is poorer for each loss, for the contributions that mind could have made. — Josh Hanagarne

Being a good person and fair person is very important in life, I think. — Guler Sabanci

Live free, ride free, die free. — Tillie Cole

Remember, philosophically speaking, Americans are mongrels - practical materialists but with a dreamy streak of divine approval. — Geoffrey Wood

But prayer isn't asking God to do what we want. Prayer is asking God to what is right. — Max Lucado

Once, in a cheap science fiction novel, Fat had come across a perfect description of the Black Iron Prison, but set in the far future. So if you superimposed the past (ancient Rome) over the present (California in the twentieth century) and superimposed the far future world of The Android Cried Me a River over that, you got the Empire, as the supra- or trans-temporal constant. Everyone who had ever lived was literally surrounded by the iron walls of the prison; they were all inside it and none of them knew it. — Philip K. Dick

She had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple. — Vladimir Nabokov