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Power is the sum total of the wills of the mass, transfered by express or tactic agreement to rulers chosen by the masses. — Leo Tolstoy

You know, I think Marco Rubio would be a spectacular candidate for vice president. I think he would energize the country. I think he has a great story. He's bright. He's articulate. — Mario Diaz-Balart

Angry is good.
Angry is better than being tearful — E.L. James

Monopoly belonged to me and Alex. It was our game and they would never understand. There were strategies and traditions and they would never get all its complexities.
I didn't want them to play it.
I strode to the Toy Department for another divider, thinking that I would never play Monopoly with anyone besides Alex, ever. Ever, ever, ever, ever.
It was possible I was behaving somewhat like a child. — Emmy Laybourne

He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm. You smell so good."
"Oh, yeah," I said, smirking. "I call this new perfume 'Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.' "
"Dirt and sweat. Very sexy. — James Patterson

Remember you have just one mother, said Marina. Better not rush her to the grave! Though Marina had grown up with such reminders from her own mother, she could never get the tone quite right herself. — Yelena Akhtiorskaya

I did my homework and didn't go out much, and had a very highly developed kitsch fantasy life where I dreamed of being a dancing girl. — Emily Mortimer

My daughter took Latin for three years; she still can't speak it. — Trey Gowdy

I was convinced that there was more going on here than a simple case of vegetarianism. — Han Kang

When you start doing what you love to do, you will never work another day in your life. — Brian Tracy

Would go somewhere, we would seek that spot on earth, where the sun is brightest, the sky the bluest, where the trees are most luxuriant. We would love each other, we would pour our two souls into each other, and we would have a thirst for ourselves which we would quench in common and incessantly at that fountain of inexhaustible love." She interrupted with a terrible and thrilling laugh. "Look, father, you have blood on your fingers! — Victor Hugo