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Tread lightly, little one." He warned. "You don't want to push me. Not tonight." Her eyes darkened with anger, narrowing as she met his gaze. "Really? And why is that Raj?" ... "I am tired of you thinking you have the right to control me. You are not my boyfriend, and you sure as hell are not my keeper, so from where I stand, you've got no claim on me what so ever. Like the song says, you don't want me for yourself so let me find someone else. It's shit or get off the pot time, Raj. It's now or never, Time to-" She gave a shriek as Raj swung an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and pulled it aside, freeing the long line of her neck. "Then I choose now," he growled and sank his fangs into the velvet skin of her neck puncturing the fragile walls of her jugular. — D.B. Reynolds

Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought.
("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy") — Yevgeny Zamyatin

Whoever possesses God is happy. — Saint Augustine

Sourav Ganguly is the new Steve Waugh of mind games. — Ian Healy

When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child gives away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville. — Oscar Wilde

War has been avoided from a due sense of the miseries, and the demoralization it produces, and of the superior blessings of a state of peace and friendship with all mankind. — Thomas Jefferson

Mumford & Sons' music appeals to a lot of America. I'm really proud of them. — Ellie Goulding

In this wrought-iron world of criss-cross cause and effect, could it be that the hidden throb I stole from them did not affect their future? — Vladimir Nabokov

Pulsar: a dying star spinning under its own exploding anarchic energy, like a lighthouse on speed. A star the size of a city, a city the size of a star, whirling round and round, its death-song caught by a radio receiver, light years later, like a recorded message nobody heard, back-played now into infinity across time. Love and loss. — Jeanette Winterson