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She said her pack died."
"How?"
"She didn't say."
"And you didn't ask?" Thomas' gravelly voice was incredulous.
"It's complicated."
"I'll bet. You stink of sex. Is the reason you haven't asked because you haven't come up for air? — Savannah Stuart

I read; I travel; I become — Derek Walcott

Take what comes and live life without complaint. What will be, will be. Life is a woman's gift; death is God's. — Nancy McKenzie

A guy like me could take advantage of a girl like you. Better show me what you've got. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Every person is a star; it just depends upon how close you are to him, that you realize his true potential and power. — Rupali Rajopadhye Rotti

If we're equals, then I don't understand why you're still half clothed. — Sarah J. Maas

Picking and choosing what kind of love is worth recognizing is an expensive choice. Is discrimination worth that price? — Nancy Lublin

The course of this nation does not depend on the decisions of others. — George W. Bush

I am transparent An open book; There's no choice in the matter But the breath from my mind Is living air, And the notes from my heart Are what I share. Words weren't made for cowards. — Happy Rhodes

Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all. — James Joyce

Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself. — George Meredith

Can I? Can I speak my mind or am I dumb inside a borrowed language, captive of bastard thoughts? What of me is mine? — Jeanette Winterson