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I'm her protection! I don't care if it's in this world or the next. Just show me how to get where she is, and I'll be there for her. ~Stark — P.C. Cast

Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty. — Herman Melville

Your glass seems like it will always be half full even it falls down and shatters to pieces — Kevin Jared Hosein

Well, hell," muttered Drake. "Do you do that to all the human women?"
"No. Usually they've already started taking off their clothes by now. She's beginning to hurt my feelings."
"We need to get you a paper bag or a giant scar or something."
"Yeah," said the man, his tone dry. "I'll get right to work on that — Shannon K. Butcher

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds. — Juvenal

I have confronted theoretical positions whose protagonists claim that what I take to be historically produced characteristics of what is specifically modern are in fact the timelessly necessary characteristics of all and any moral judgment, of all and any selfhood. — Alasdair MacIntyre

There is a price for all things. — Conn Iggulden

Some people will like it [Fifty Shades of Grey] and some won't. I have other movies coming up, this is not what my whole life turns around. — Dakota Johnson

The intrinsic brightness of theSun is fully 5,000 times as great as if the whole surface were formed of the molten steel just issuing from the Bessemer converter. — Robert Stawell Ball

Cancer gave me an understanding of the point of all this. To survive. Most of our lives it is easy but for the moments when it becomes difficult, when accident or sickness or sadness strikes, it's just about remembering one thing. You must simply survive. — Shaun Hick

Unweaving the Rainbow — Richard Dawkins

I love kids. All my best friends have kids, and I love, love, love kids. — Kristen Wiig

Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far away from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. AND THE BOYS. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shouts in the field, and thickened the river with their shining wet backs. EVEN THEIR FOOTSTEPS LEFT A SMELL OF SMOKE BEHIND! — Toni Morrison

Crime fiction has always been what I wanted to read, so when I sat down to write my first book, it was naturally the way that I was going to go. — Mark Billingham