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Halfway across town, Father Tibor Kasparian lay on the long hard cement cot that was what this jail cell had for a bed and wished he had a book. It could be any book. He didn't really think he could read right now, but it always made him feel better, and calmer, and more sane, to hold a book. He had never been able to understand people who did not read. He had never been able to understand how they held on to themselves. — Jane Haddam

Maryland schools succeed because we have never stopped investing in our students and doing the things that work. — Martin O'Malley

The difference between a contemporary liberal and a socialist is that to a liberal the most beautiful word in the English language is 'forbidden', whereas to a socialist the most beautiful word is 'compulsory'. — John McCarthy

The major lesson Tiggers need to learn is that if they don't control their impulses, their impulses will control them. No matter how much they do, Tiggers are never satisfied because they don't know the feeling of accomplishment that eventually comes when one persistently applies one's will to the attaining of non-immediately-reachable goals. — Benjamin Hoff

One can't mount a stripper pole wearing a metal diving suit. — Mary Karr

He might come in useful.'
'Yeah. So's a broken leg if you want to kick yourself in the back of the head. — Iain M. Banks

Privacy and Job : One
Amen
Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Religion of Blue Circle
Babaji
September 26, 2016 — Petra Hermans

A child in India grows up with the idea that you have to make choices that will create a better future. In fact, your whole life is a continuum of choices, so the more conscious you are, the greater your life will be. — Deepak Chopra

Happy people have got something to give to the world. — Patricia Wentworth

Never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie. — Fiona Apple

At that moment we caught sight of a drunken man, reeling along at the far end of the street. With head thrust forward, arms dangling, and nerveless legs, he advanced towards us by short rushes of three, six, or ten rapid steps, followed by a pause. After a brief spasm of energy, he found himself in the middle of the street, where he stopped dead, swaying on his feet, hesitating between a fall and a fresh burst of activity. Suddenly he made off in a new direction. He ran up against a house, and clung to the wall as if to force his way through it. Then, with a start, he turned round, and gazed in front of him, open-mouthed, his eyes blinking in the sun. With a movement of the hips, he jerked his back away from the wall and continued on his way. A small yellow dog, a half-starved mongrel, followed him barking, halting when he halted, and moving when he moved.
'Look,' said Marambot, 'there's one of Madame Husson's Rose-kings'. — Guy De Maupassant