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A few weeks ago, if you had told me that being held in David Stark's arms was one of the nicest things I'd ever feel, I wouldn't have laughed at you. I would've been too busy choking on my own horror. — Rachel Hawkins

Religion suits everyone's needs, believers, agnostics, atheists and god, just in case it exists — Daya Kudari

Yet the true friend of the people should see that they be not too poor, for extreme povery lowers the character of the democracy; measures therefore should be taken which will give them lasting prosperity; and as this is equally the interest of all classes, the proceeds of the public revenues should be accumulated and distributed among its poor, if possible, in such quantities as may enable them to purchase a little farm, or, at any rate, make a beginning in trade or husbandry. — Aristotle.

Tragedies might be bursts of misery, but regret was forever. — Brendan Duffy

Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast. — Don Henley

How many Zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb? The plum tree in the garden! — Brad Warner

A broken heart hurts as badly in wartime as in peace. — Kristin Hannah

I am one to believe that life starts at the moment of conception. — Sarah Palin

Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, and a lot of American artists were my greatest influences. — Gordon Waller

I throw it all in there, Kung Fu, blaxploitation, horror. — Keenen Ivory Wayans

The true purpose of education is to prepare young men and women for effective citizenship in a free form of government. — Dwight D. Eisenhower

Her parents took her very seriously; she had trained them, with a combination of treats and punishments, to allow her to do as she pleased and express herself, and to pay attention to her opinions. Thanks — Jane Smiley

All music written by a Christian should be as integrated as everything else done by a Christian. — Larry Norman

Human morality is unthinkable without empathy. — Frans De Waal

And then it dropped lower, and her eyes caught it in all its pale majesty. It was a moth, no more, no less, but as it circled down towards them she saw that its furry body was larger than that of a horse, its wingspan awesome, each wing as long as six men laid end to end. It had a small head, eyes glittering amongst the glossy fur behind frond-like antennae that extended forward in delicate furls. As it landed, the sweep of its wings extinguished most of their little fires. — Adrian Tchaikovsky