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Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Jill Williamson

Respect your dream. — Jill Williamson

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Chris Hedges

The greatest danger that besets us does not come from believers or atheists; it comes from those who, under the guise of religion, science or reason, imagine that we can free ourselves from the limitations of human nature and perfect the human species. — Chris Hedges

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Nora Roberts

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad. — Nora Roberts

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Terry Eagleton

It is language which speaks in literature, in all its swarming 'polysemic' plurality, not the author himself. — Terry Eagleton

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Haley Joel Osment

I've never had a MySpace or a Facebook page. I avoid that entirely. — Haley Joel Osment

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Melissa Cutler

She wanted his strong, capable hands on her blody and those soft lips locked with hers. She wanted to be held tight and kissed until she could forget-if only for a few precious minutes-that her life as she knew it had evaporated in a cloud of smoke and flame and violence. — Melissa Cutler

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Carl Sagan

We are the only species on the planet, so far as we know, to have invented a communal memory stored neither in our genes nor in our brains. The warehouse of this memory is called the library — Carl Sagan

Rat Holes In Ground Quotes By Kunal Sen

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu's left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. — Kunal Sen