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It went on for a month. Those who had taken it for a cosmic sign cringed beneath the sky each nightfall, imagining ever more extravagant disasters. Others, for whom orange did not seem an appropriately apocalyptic shade, sat outdoors on public benches, reading calmly, growing used to the curious pallor. As nights went on and nothing happened and the phenomenon slowly faded to the accustomed deeper violets again, most had difficulty remembering the earlier rise of heart, the sense of overture and possibility and went back once again to seeking only orgasm, hallucination, stupor, sleep, to fetch them through the night and prepare them against the day. — Thomas Pynchon

The heavy blade hung high above the prisoners, glinting against the stars, and then the Razor came down, a wedge of falling darkness cutting through the torchlight. One solid thump, and four more heads had been shaved from their bodies. — Sharon Cameron

It is easy to presume that, if somebody loves you, they would want to spend every waking moment of their time with you or thinking about you, — Preeti Shenoy

People with victim mentality get accustomed to life with an assistance of someone's mind, waiting for someone to make decisions for him — Sunday Adelaja

I'll be certain to feel superior as they hurl insults and rocks in my direction."
"I thought southern people were supposed to be warm and welcoming."
"Only to your face. — Andrea Laurence

I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons. — Ogden Nash

Work like you don't need the money. Dance like no one is watching. And love like you've never been hurt. — Mark Twain

Paradise, blooded daughter of Abalone, First Adviser to the King, frowned at the screen of her Apple lappy. She'd set herself up here in her father's library ever since he'd started working each night for Wrath, son of Wrath, because in the old rambling Tudor mansion, Wi-Fi was strongest at this desk. Not that a good signal was helping her at the moment. Her Hotmail account was full of unread messages, because, with iMessage on her phone and her Twitter, Instagram, and FB accounts, there was no reason to sign into it very often. — J.R. Ward