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Can make you shudder and writhe without even touching your pussy. — Lauren Blakely
In Leon's account of his life, no-one was mean-spirited, no-one schemed or lied or betrayed; everyone was celebrated at least in some degree ... Leon turned out to be a spineless, grinning idiot. — Ian McEwan
Many people criticize those who long to experience more in God, but I don't trust the ones who don't. We are not going to be kept free from deception by abandoning experience. In fact, the ones who do not hunger more for God are already deceived. — Bill Johnson
Desire, despair, desire. So many monsters. — Annie Lennox
Buttercup sat up in bed. It must be his teeth. The farm boy did have good teeth, give credit where credit was due. — William Goldman
HarperCollins Publishers Inc. — John Burley
Why would the factionless have a high Divergent population?" It sounds like she's smirking. "Obviously those who can't confine themselves to a particular way of thinking would be most likely to leave a faction or fail its initiation, right? — Veronica Roth
Mediocrity triumphs because it presents itself as democratic and because it is dull, and so for many does not seem worth struggling against. — Anthony Daniels
Things don't fall apart. Things hold. Lines connect in thin ways that last and last and lives become generations made out of pictures and words just kept. — Lucille Clifton
Some astronauts describe the routine flushing of urine into space, where the freezing temperatures turn the droplets into a cloud of bright, drifting crystals, as being among the most amazing sights they saw on an entire voyage. — Eugene Cernan
People usually believe anything that they are told early and often. — Robert A. Heinlein
Beautiful dripping fragments - the negligent list of one after another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them,
The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)
The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,
This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always carry, and that all men carry — Walt Whitman
