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Once you shake hands with the devil, you have to accept they are in control. — Alex Ferguson

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other? — Czeslaw Milosz

You began it," declared Dorothy. "Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the matter. May we come out again? Or are you still cruel and slappy? — L. Frank Baum

I realize more and more how instinctively pessimistic I am of all human kindness
since I am always so bowled over by it
and am never surprised by injustice, malice or personal attack. — Dawn Powell

Radio's a scary thing for me. It's dope to be on there. — Mac Miller

Remember your creator in the days of your youth. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I got a part in a package of commercials for this big drugstore from the age of 6 to 10. For four years I shot those commercials, and old ladies would stop me on the street and grab my cheeks. That's how it started. — Xavier Dolan

Little things at first. Sunlight. Melodies. Smells. They'll awaken something inside you. An image will flash. Then you'll remember deeper things. Like how you felt when he touched you. Kissed you."

I grip the armrests of the chair, trying to stay cool. "Would you stop?"

"I thought you'd want to be prepared. Those memories, they're going to feel real. And you may start having urges--"

"Oh god, please don't use that word. Why are adults always using that word?"

"What word? Urges?"

"Gah." I plus my ears.

She shrugs. "I'm just saying."

"Stop saying. And stop planting stuff in my head."

"She raises a sharp eyebrow. "I'm planting stuff in you head now? How very sci-fi of me. — M.G. Buehrlen

I'm not a human anymore — Darren Shan

Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths — Rumi