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Roemmichresorthomes Quotes By Holly Black

God, I hate you," she says. "So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks. — Holly Black

Roemmichresorthomes Quotes By Tarsem Singh

I'm very rarely interested in genres. As long as I feel I can put my DNA out there in the ideology, it works for me. — Tarsem Singh

Roemmichresorthomes Quotes By Kevin J. Anderson

We sat around on a hotel balcony with a bottle of wine and tried to figure out how you would go about blowing up a planet. That's the kind of conversations science fiction writers have when they get together. We don't talk about football or anything like that. — Kevin J. Anderson

Roemmichresorthomes Quotes By Friedrich Nietzsche

Valuing is creating: hear it, you creators! Valuing itself is the treasure and jewel of all valued things. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Roemmichresorthomes Quotes By Vivienne Lorret

You have something else of mine, Miss Wakefield," he amended. "I believe you meant to borrow it and return it directly, but you never did return . . . my heart. It's been in your possession since our first meeting."

She drew in a staggered breath, daring to hope.
"Though without a heart, one might wonder how I came to be here, standing before you right now," he went on, making her heard spin again. "Do you wonder, Miss Wakefield?"

When she nodded, he grinned and placed her hand over his chest.
"There is a heart in here, but it is not mine. You see, I believe you made a dire mistake our first meeting. When you meant to return mine, instead you gave me yours. Doesn't it beat strangely beneath my breast? — Vivienne Lorret