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She took the glass he offered her and drank deeply, then grimaced and shuddered, staring in horror at the contents. "That's ghastly. What is it?" "Hundred-year-old scotch." "No wonder it tastes so vile. Do you have anything more recently brewed? — Victoria Lynne

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space. — Lauren DeStefano

David Cameron wants people to believe that his isolation in Europe is a result of Britain being outnumbered when it matters most. — Douglas Alexander

My job takes up many daylight hours, it wakes me in the still of night and fills my head with ghosts and monsters but I love it, telling stories is what I was born to do. — Ken Scott

Politics is the science of who gets what, when, and why. — Sidney Hillman

I think my first big heartbreak made me more compassionate about other people's heartaches. It enabled me to feel more for others when they are in moments of pain. — Kerry Washington

It was the quartets of Beethoven (numbers 12,13,14, and 15) which over fifty years, created and expanded the the audience of listeners to the quartets of Beethoven, thus achieving, as all masterpieces do, progress if not in the quality of artists, at least in the company of minds, which is largely composed these days of what was missing when the work appeared: people capable of liking it. — Marcel Proust

I don't want to hurt you, but I'm more than happy to play. — E.L. James

But the moan this time is not simply a moan of will and pain but a call into the emptiness: Is anyone there? There is a blackness spreading into her vision and she feels herself spinning in an unlit sky. Empty, empty, her moan cries. The moan goes on, spiraling deeper into space, and at the end of it Lore falls directly into sleep, with no sense of transition, into a dream of gray waters, of swimming with weary arms and trying to spy the shore. — Pamela Erens