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I believe the book should be something you protect yourself from by returning to your life. But it has threatened your life. Not by saying something it believes is true, but by attacking it. — Tony Burgess

When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body ... — Flora Roberts

I don't mind what the critics say, so long as I get some reaction. The worst thing is to be ignored. — Les Dawson

The clerisy are those who read for pleasure, but not for idleness; who read for pastime but not to kill time; who love books, but do not live by books. — Robertson Davies

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson. — Arthur Conan Doyle

When you're doing late night you're on the grind every night; you send someone to check on your mom. — Arsenio Hall

He loved Jaime. He loved him so much sometimes he thought he must certainly be losing his mind. It was hard to believe his heart could go on beating minute after minute, day after day, when it felt so distorted and huge and fragile. — Marie Sexton

Putting your house in order is the magic that creates a vibrant and happy life. — Marie Kondo

Suicide is a privilege of man which deity does not possess. — Pliny The Elder

The following sentiments are illustrative of the philosophy of the Talmud: "Love peace and pursue it at any cost." — Frederic Farrar

I don't date Janet Jackson. She is my girlfriend; there is a difference. She is a very special and talented woman who never ceases to amaze me. — Wissam Al Mana

Who is better, they who promote truth over happiness, or happiness over truth? — Friedrich Nietzsche

A lot is being done to cure physical self-harm, and yet it's a by-product of mental self-harm! — Maddy Malhotra

I wanted to know what it would be like to get on a horse and ride all the way west to Europe and take a look back at my own culture through the eyes of a nomad. — Tim Cope