Kh2 Xemnas Quotes & Sayings

I was born in New York. — Peter Jurasik

Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens. — Salman Rushdie

I haven't written a word of fiction since 2009. I have no desire to write fiction. I did what I did and it's done. There's more to life than writing and publishing fiction. There is another way entirely, amazed as I am to discover it at this late date. — Philip Roth

Believing there's no God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures. Without God, we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate. — Penn Jillette

To strive for the absolute truth, is to drop yourself and look for life that is happening beyond yourself. — Roshan Sharma

Yet the women's misery is socually invisible. Despite our education and accomplishments, we are expected to keep our mouths shut and accept our infertility treatments as consolation prize. Our jobs are supposed to be our highest priority. We are expected to overlook the connection between our disappointment, the impossible ideology of equality, and the contraception that makes that ideology appear to be possible. — Jennifer Morse

They were drones, men costumed in independent thought who'd become slaves of party groupspeak. (p. 4) — Jonathan Lethem

Life is far kinder to shallow people. — Lisa Kleypas

I figure that I'm always going to be fine, one way or another, but I do worry about other people who have difficulty moving from one world to the next. It's the folks who are truly invested in their lives who have the hardest time with change. — Bonnie Jo Campbell

All significant breakthroughs are break -"withs" old ways of thinking. — Thomas Kuhn

I tend to be so lost in the work that I don't notice the weather. My partner will come home and say, 'Beautiful day, wasn't it?' and I'll say, 'Was it?' as I won't have noticed the real world at all. — Emma Donoghue

Minerva didn't want to converse right now. She just wanted... deeper. Harder. More.
She caught his earlobe between her teeth and growled, spreading her legs to draw him closer still. He clutched her hips and pumped wildly, guiding her up and down his length. She rode his thrusts with abandon, bracing one arm against the carriage roof for better leverage. They clung to each other with teeth and nails, making harsh, snarling, animal sounds. — Tessa Dare

For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood. — J.R. Ward