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By taking notice of those feelings and images that seemed to be in my blood and bones rather than in my head, I had found myself able to behave, not less reasonably, but more so. Apparently it was as much a false extreme to try and live by reason alone, leaving the passions out of count, as to ignore reason and put passion in its place as the guiding force of life. — Marion Milner

I press my eyes shut and will the thoughts away. But they refuse to comply, and instead, they lodge themselves in the crevasses of my brain, poking out just enough that I know they're still with me, like a tiny splinter in your baby toe that gnaws away at you with every step you take. — Allison Winn Scotch

Trust me, I know what self loathing is. But to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive. Besides, I've become increasingly doubtful as to whether I can die at all. But let's not get into that. — Jhonen Vasquez

I can't fight pirates without coffee. — James S.A. Corey

Its's just that ... this is the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit. — Jessica Sorensen

Bullies are almost always outnumbered by the bullied. We just need to organize. — Ivan E. Coyote

I've got major skills and can definitely hold my own. — Robin Bielman

When I hear a man applauded by the mob I always feel a pang of pity for him. All he has to do to be hissed is to live long enough. — H.L. Mencken

Kai whirled around and his face was sadowed by the angle of the sun. Still, she knew his tone. Anger. "What's so funny? That our project has been set back several says? That we're stuck here longer? That you take a little spill from a horse and everyone wants to rearrange the world so you don't suffer a moment of inconvenience?"
"No," she said, and her voice was even. "That I would wait a month in agony just to hear you insult me. I'm a miserable girl indeed, don't you think? — Diana Peterfreund