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Some time later, she leaned over and kissed me. It felt just like all those songs and poems had promised it would. It felt wonderful. Like being struck by lightning. — Ernest Cline

Like climbing a cliff, thinking is a perilous activity for those unused to it. — Orson Scott Card

Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He'll love that. — Suzanne Collins

It's always important to me to play something other DJs aren't playing. — A-Trak

I enjoy singing my songs in front of people. — Frank Ocean

Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them. — Anacharsis

There are people who from early on reveal a great talent for misfortune. Unhappiness pummels at them like a stoning, every other day, and they accept it with a resigned sigh. Others, meanwhile, have a peculiar propensity for the happiness. Faced with an abyss the latter are attracted by its blueness, the former by its intoxication. — Jose Eduardo Agualusa

You cannot force someone to think like you, and why would you want to? It would be like having a conversation with yourself. How boring is that? — Shelley K. Wall

Our greatest need is not for a better income or a more appealing body, but for salvation. — Dillon Burroughs

Then she told him to look in the bedroom and Aureliano Segundo saw the mule. Its skin was clinging to its bones like that of its mistress, but it was just as alive and resolute as she. Petra Cotes had fed it with her wrath, and when there was no more hay or corn or roots, she had given it shelter in her own bedroom and fed it on the percale sheets, the Persian rugs, the plush bedspreads, the velvet drapes, and the canopy embroidered with gold thread and silk tassels on the episcopal bed. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Late in the afternoon Solomon, Beethoven, — Stephen Cope