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You thought you were the only one who wanted that? Axel asked. That had to be the problem, because there was no way anyone could doubt that Bayden wanted it with a ferocity that Axel had never encountered in another sub. — Kim Dare

I think of all my movies as home movies! It's just that some are more expensive than others. — D. A. Pennebaker

Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people. — Rebecca McNutt

I'm very persistent; I know the Internet very well, because I grew up on the Internet. I had Internet when there was just dial-up, and the Internet was my social outlet. — Felicia Day

There was no way she was going to let it off easy by spending its life knocking up mares. If she couldn't hang around and have sex all day, neither could it. Fair was fair. — K.F. Breene

Hope is like yeast, you know, rising under warmth. — Leif Enger

The noblest kind of retribution is not to become like your enemy. — Marcus Aurelius

But try to remember that a good man can never die. You will see your brother many times again-in the streets, at home, in all the places of the town. The person of a man may go, but the best part of him stays. It stays forever. — William, Saroyan

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo. — Beryl Markham