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The world is whole only because some choose organization, otherwise it would fall to pieces. — Sarah Noffke

A daring heart is vulnerable, but unless it is willing to be broken it will never know the power of true love. — Toni Sorenson

The way to gain a good reputation is to endeavor to be what you desire to appear. — Socrates

There was a Japanese TV set in front of us. There were Japanese TV sets all over the prison. They were like portholes on an ocean liner. The passengers were in a state of suspended animation until the big ship got where it was going. But anytime they wanted, the passengers could look through a porthole and see the real world out there.
Life was like an ocean liner to a lot of people who weren't in prison, too, of course. And their TV sets were portholes through which they could look while doing nothing, to see all the World was doing with no help from them.
Look at it go! — Kurt Vonnegut

And of course it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been with a women since I came to your bed back in February-Devlin. — Gaelen Foley

I think chemistry and great acting go hand-in-hand. — Nate Parker

There is a price to be paid for everything, and it is a good idea to find out that price before you make the agreement. — John Connolly

That's not the point. The point is, he's a fool who won't give up on you. — Rainbow Rowell

Up on the bridge of the Anubis, the storm paws loudly on the glass, great wet flippers falling at random in out of the night whap! the living shape visible just for the rainbow edge of the sound - it takes a certain kind of maniac, at least a Polish cavalry officer, to stand in this pose behind such brittle thin separation, and stare each blow full in its muscularity. Behind Procalowski the clinometer bob goes to and fro with his ship's rolling: a pendulum in a dream. Stormlight has turned the lines of his face black, black as his eyes, black as the watchcap cocked so tough and salty aslant the furrows of his forehead. Light clusters, clear, deep, on the face of the radio gear . . . fans up softly off the dial of the pelorus . . . spills out portholes onto the white river. — Thomas Pynchon