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And so I struggle against my bonds, not because I want to get free, not even because I want the pain. I want what it represents. That I am Damien's. Bound to him. Marked by him. Claimed by him. — J. Kenner
And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him. — J.K. Rowling
Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing. — Thomas Moore
I've always been a person who thinks it's really important to better themselves. — Erica Cerra
Which is ideology? Which not? You shall know them by their assertion of truth, their contempt for considered reflection, and their fear of debate. — John Ralston Saul
I'm a huge Neil Flynn fan. — Chord Overstreet
Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect. — Maud Hart Lovelace
If you try to win, you might lose, but if you don't try to win, you lose for sure! — Jens Voigt
You'd be surprised how many kings are only a queen with a moustache. — Moss Hart
To hell with what anyone thinks about your life, but you should know what you think about it. — Abby Fabiaschi
No one really believes in the future, do they? It's like believing in your own death. You can't do it. — Ann Brashares
Virtuality - connection without proximity - is a major attraction in both fandom and the Net. Nobody knows you're a dog through the U.S. mail, either. Fans could be utterly different in their fanzine persona, which may be why both fandom and the Net were invented by individualistic Americans. — Gregory Benford
Becoming an adult means learning the difference between a real problem and a trivial one. — Anonymous
I'm not going to get better as an actor working on bad stuff. — Domhnall Gleeson
St. Louis sprawls where mighty rivers meet - as broad as Philadelphia, but three stories high instead of two, with wider streets and dirtier atmosphere, over the dull-brown of wide, calm rivers. The city overflows into the valleys of Illinois and lies there, writhing under its grimy cloud. — W.E.B. Du Bois