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I can't think of anyone else I'd travel around the universe with than Amy Pond. — Matt Smith

Who are our enemies? Who are our friends? This is a question of the first importance for the revolution. — Mao Zedong

A son or daughter in any human family is either born to or adopted by the parents. By definition, a child can't be both. But with God we're both born of Him and adopted by Him. — Jerry Bridges

I still believe that the Democrats have it right about health care, education, the war in Iraq and, yes the war on terror. — Alan Colmes

I'll accept that for now because there's a limit to how deeply I want to wade into your bullshit,' said Dimak. — Orson Scott Card

I have been a servant too long. I want to help make something free. — Seth Dickinson

I do believe that we baby-boomers are reinventing ageing as we enter it. We're living longer and expecting more from life; the success of 'The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,' and other films and novels about finding love late in life, have shown that if we're up for it, there are adventures awaiting us. — Deborah Moggach

It's harder to put yourself in a place where you could easily be seen as a fake. But that's more interesting to me. — Jack White

I always felt that my talent would trump everything. — Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Some of the apparitions that emerged from the shadows of doorways and alleys were incomplete, manifesting in full only as they reached the light of the kiosk. An empty dress floated through the night air as if it had become detached from a clothesline by some persistent breeze. As it drifted slowly toward the subway, translucent hands and ankles became visible. A bicycle rolled across the courtyard, chain squeaking softly, a pair of black slacks taking form as it entered the glow of the kiosk lamps. — C.D. Sweitzer

The Christian views trials as a pathway to maturity. — Matt Chandler

Calmly, slowly, she reached behind with her left hand and came up against - yes, fabric. Fine linen, to be precise. So far, so good: she was inside a wardrobe, after all. The only problem was that this linen was oddly warm. Body warm. Beneath the tentative pressure of her palm, it seemed to be moving ...
With terrifying suddenness, an ungloved hand clamped roughly over her nose and mouth. A long arm pinned her arms against her sides. She was held tightly against a hard, warm surface.
"Hush," whispered a pair of lips pressed to her left ear. "If you scream, we are both lost. — Y.S. Lee