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When Xi Jinping came to power, there were a series of hints that market-based capitalism would be allowed to move forward under his leadership. At the first real threat, they've fallen over themselves to impose government control. — Roger Altman

I wish I had something to give you. Something of value. Something to bring you happiness. But I have nothing. Only my friendship in return for yours, for what it's worth. — C.J. Sullivan

The value the world sets upon motives is often grossly unjust and inaccurate. Consider, for example, two of them: mere insatiable curiosity and the desire to do good. The latter is put high above the former, and yet it is the former that moves one of the most useful men the human race has yet produced: the scientific investigator. What actually urges him on is not some brummagem idea of Service, but a boundless, almost pathological thirst to penetrate the unknown, to uncover the secret, to find out what has not been found out before. His prototype is not the liberator releasing slaves, the good Samaritan lifting up the fallen, but a dog sniffing tremendously at an infinite series of rat-holes. — H.L. Mencken

It's because of you that I've found the strength, the courage to love again. You set me free, and I'm no longer afraid. — L.G. Castillo

In many chapels, reddened by the setting sun, the saints rest silently, waiting for someone to love them." These words, penned by an unknown priest, long dead,were the inspiration for my new series on the lives of saints who have fallen deep into the shadows of obscurity. My hope is that, in reading their heroic stories, you will make the acquaintance of some of God's Forgotten Friends. (From the Preface of "Saint Magnus The Last Viking") — Susan Peek

At the sound of her name, Lucia's blue eyes honed in on me. She cocked her head to the side as if puzzled. "Why me?" she wondered.
"Lucia, you exploded with power after Ehno was killed." I shot Ehno an apologetic look. "I felt your sorrow before I even knew something was wrong. It hit me like a freight train of boulders. You made the sky rain fireballs with red lightning. Need I say more? — Laura Kreitzer

Ivan and Misha is the great American Russian Novel told as Chekhov would tell it, in stories of delicacy, humanity, and insight. From Kiev to Manhattan, Brighton Beach and Bellevue, Michael Alenyikov lays out a series of compelling arguments for brotherhood between brothers, between lovers, between men from an old country. Alenyikov confronts big subjects - illness and madness, sex and love in the age of AIDS, old and new world values, a fallen wall, the metaphysics of survival, the march of generations. — Carolyn Cooke

I suggest you leave now, or you'll be tied down and gagged until the end of this meeting."
"Tie us down?"
"And gag you," Joseph cheerfully reminded them. — Laura Kreitzer

It took me several minutes to persuade myself to watch the news. During which time I gave myself a stern talking to. That turned into me considering a local pub that would be the perfect place to drown my sorrows in a barrel of tequila, though after much introspection, I scratched the idea just to avoid needless drunken embarrassment. Then, admittedly, I contemplated pouncing Andrew for another steamy romp session. Despite its proven potency to assuage stress and tension, I decided now was not the time to indulge in explosive sexcapades. — Laura Kreitzer

This was life's purpose, the secret to happiness: love and family. — L.G. Castillo

Jeff whispered in my ear, "Can we please go somewhere? You walked in that door and I got hard."
"Sweet nothings. That's what I look forward to from you." I patted his cheek and walked away.
Tijan (2012-10-31). Fallen Crest High (Fallen Crest Series, Book 1) (Kindle Locations 448-449). Kindle Edition. — Tijan

Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar. — Michelle Hughes

I tapped around on my new Miracle Phone - a gift from Joseph - as I listened to the discussion about our next move. I wasn't trying to be rude, but I'd recently become addicted to this one game on my Miracle Phone. Really, I was listening. I could multitask like no other. Trust me, there's an app for that. — Laura Kreitzer

What would you suggest?" one of the Italian officials asked.
"We do have a highly-advanced biological device called the Illuminator," Joseph chimed in — Laura Kreitzer

So if I asked you to wear my skirt and juggle my high heels, you would?" I joked.
I could only see Andrew's face in profile, but a grin overtook his earlier grim expression, and he laughed. "I draw the line at wearing women's clothing."
"Are you sure?" I whispered seductively, nibbling on his earlobe.
"That's cheating," he said, his breath hitching.
I kissed down his neck. "If all else fails, I'll never rule out using my womanly wiles."
"I refuse to be used as a pawn by my devious lover," he countered, grinning.
I abruptly pulled away from him. "Ah, well, it never hurts to try. — Laura Kreitzer

I leapt over a fallen log, grabbed a jutting limb, swung sideways, and hit the ground rolling, into the mud, almost to the river's edge. The demon behind me jumped the log, and landed - where I would have been - as the winged beast dropped from the sky and snatched him up instead of me.
I'm that good.
A & E Kirk (2014-05-26). Drop Dead Demons: The Divinicus Nex Chronicles: Book 2 (Divinicus Nex Chronicles series) (pp. 491-492). A&E Kirk. Kindle Edition. — A&E Kirk

I see you as Lily. I see you for who you are, even though you don't. -Julian — Jennifer L. Armentrout

An endless series of gambits backed by gigantic investments encouraged young people entering the online world for the first time to create standardized presences on sites like Facebook. Commercial interests promoted the widespread adoption of standardized designs like the blog, and these designs encouraged pseudonymity in at least some aspects of their designs, such as comments, instead of the proud extroversion that characterized the first wave of web culture.
Instead of people being treated as the sources of their own creativity, commercial aggregation and abstraction sites presented anonymized fragments of creativity as products that might have fallen from the sky or been dug up from the ground, obscuring the true sources. — Jaron Lanier

What he didn't know was how to beg for her forgiveness, and at that moment, her forgiveness was what he craved the most ... even more than he craved her blood. — Daniele Lanzarotta

Gabby," Jenna cried. "It's so horrible. I can't believe this happened."
"Jenna," I said in a soothing voice, "I'm alive and okay. No worries."
She sniffled into the phone. "No, it's not that."
I waited a beat. "What?"
"The bridesmaid dresses are all wrong!" she wailed.
"Wait a second," I said. "You aren't upset over my being dead for four days?"
"I knew you'd be fine," she explained, brushing off the subject. "But these dresses? I don't know what to do. They're the wrong color, and they're hideous!" She went into a hysterical fit of tears. — Laura Kreitzer

I wish the Fallen would just come to us for a change."
Ironically, Fallen Angels dropped from the sky and surrounded us.
"I wish I had a chocolate cake!" I exclaimed, staring up.
No cake appeared, though I did get a few wry glances. Andrew's body shook with silent laughter while Lucia gave
me raised eyebrows.
"What? It worked for the Fallen Angels. — Laura Kreitzer

By the time Bones announced it was Tammy's turn, I'd fallen in love with him all over again. Flowers and jewelry worked for most girls as a romantic gesture, but here I was, misty-eyed at watching him show my mother how to stab the shit out of him. — Jeaniene Frost

We want to fight."
"And I want J.K. Rowling to keep writing in the Potterverse, but I know that's never going to happen," I said blithely. — Laura Kreitzer

The truth, as much as people acted like they wanted to hear it, was sometimes too cruel and harsh. — Laura Kreitzer

Right. You archangel, me lowly seraph. You'd think I would've learned that by now. — L.G. Castillo

I began to understand that the most worthwhile obsession is an obsession that is actually independent of the object of fixation. The object is only borrowed as a pretext, a means, an environment, through which or in which the obsessed person can project his own eternal and essential hunger, thus fulfilling the requirements of death
the dissolution of the ego for something, anything, that exists independently outside of one's self. Perhaps that obsession should be controlled. At some point the most mundane catalyst, a skirt or fallen leaf, is enough to provoke a series of captivating chain reactions, while at another time much more important objects will inspire only an absurd indifference. — Pham Thi Hoai

He looked down at the pillow that had fallen to the floor at his feet. "Are you seriously beginning a fight you cannot possibly win, druid?" he asked, his Gwarda green eyes deepening in color from the challenge."
-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance — Madison Thorne Grey

If Rosie's mother had known that eye colour was not a reliable indicator of paternity, and organised a DNA test to confirm her suspicions, there would have been no Father Project, no Great Cocktail Night, no New York Adventure, no Reform Don Project - and no Rosie Project. Had it not been for this unscheduled series of events, her daughter and I would not have fallen in love. And I would still be eating lobster every Tuesday night.
Incredible. — Graeme Simsion

Go! I'll take care of Mr. Clean. — L.G. Castillo