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Words are, quite simply, weapons. How a person or an act or a thought looks depends entirely upon how - and by whom - it is described. — Carolyn Hart

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean] ... — Jonathan Safran Foer

Sometimes if you want something badly enough, you make it happen through sheer force of will. — Susan Wiggs

The beliefs that we use to define our own individuality, what makes us unique - good, bad, or indifferent - from other individuals. — Tony Robbins

Government must guard against quasi-monopoly suppliers becoming too important to fail, and encourage competition through, for example, splitting up contracts to encourage (smaller businesses) to bid for work. — Margaret Hodge

In stories, when someone behaves uncharacteristically, we take it as a meaningful, even pivotal moment. If we are surprised again and again, we have to keep changing our minds, or give up and disbelieve the writer. In real life, if people think they know you well enough not only to say, 'It's Tuesday, Amy must be helping out at the library today,' but well enough to say to the librarian, after you've left the building, 'You know, Amy just loves reading to the four-year-olds, I think it's been such a comfort for her since her little boy died' - if they know you like that, you can do almost anything where they can't see you, and when they hear about it, they will, as we do, simply disbelieve the narrator. — Amy Bloom

Before one is afraid, one sees clearly; while one is afraid, one sees double; and after being afraid, one sees dimly. — Alexandre Dumas

I have permission to live off campus. She didn't say from whom, because it was primarily herself. — Rachel Caine

Know what your strengths are, but also keep in mind what your weaknesses are; always work on your weaknesses. — Cain Velasquez

Chaos is roving through the system and able to undo, at any point, the best laid plans. — Terence McKenna

And whenever they came back to his lips, these exquisite, funereal laments conjured up, in his mind, a place on the outskirts of a city, a mean and voiceless place where silently, in the distance, lines of men and women, wearied and bowed down by life, were disappearing into the twilight, while he himself, surfeited with bitterness and replete with disgust, felt himself alone, utterly alone, in the midst of a tearful Nature, overwhelmed by an inexpressible melancholy, by a relentless anguish, the mysterious intensity of which precluded all consolation, all pity, all repose. — Joris-Karl Huysmans

Stephen King once told me he liked my writing. And that was great. — Nelson DeMille