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Limbo. It's not Heaven, and it's not Hell. It's the in-between.' (Edward speaking about reading the Divine Comedy.
Luke: 'This was, I realised, my new address. — Jodi Picoult
He admired Fan for being Fan, which is to say the kind of person who would keep the right perspective on such qualified information). — Chang-rae Lee
It's all about money. Sometimes it is merciful, sometimes it is magnificent and sometimes it is moderate — Bhavik Sarkhedi
No painting is ever not an infinitely reproducible image any more. — Molly Crabapple
I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life.
- Jane Gardiner — Madeleine L'Engle
Tara (Lipinski) got out there like a bat out of hell and skated her guts out. Michelle skated very well, but she skated conservatively. She skated great, just not fantastic. That was the difference. — Frank Carroll
No matter how advanced its progress, any generation that neglects its spiritual and moral life is going to disintegrate. — Billy Graham
U.S. officials never expected that 'we were going to open garages and find' weapons of mass destruction. — Condoleezza Rice
Schumann's 'Quintet in E flat for Piano and Strings' is one of the sublime moments in Romantic music. — Robert Gottlieb
The idea became rooted in my mind that I had a special right to Surabala above that of people in general. So it happened that, in the pride of ownership, at times I punished and tormented her; and she, too, fagged for me and bore all my punishments without complaint. The village was wont to praise her beauty; but in the eyes of a young barbarian like me that beauty had no glory; - I knew only that Surabala had been born in her father's house solely to bear my yoke, and that therefore she was the particular object of my neglect. — Rabindranath Tagore
Sorry, When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- It's a quacking saint. — C.C. Hunter