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Your ability to comprehend your environment is very strongly defined by your belief in a number of illusions. Time. Truth. Love. — Jim Butcher

You mean murder and eat," Alice said.
"No, I mean eat and murder," the rat said. "I'd rather it the other way around, wouldn't you?"
"I'd rather it not all all," Alice said. — Christina Henry

There's nothing like being openly stared at by an attractive member of the opposite sex to make me feel as if all of my limbs were in the wrong place. — Stephanie Perkins

Then, on the evening of February 11, 2045, an avatar's name appeared at the top of the Scoreboard, for the whole world to see. — Ernest Cline

No, she reminded herself, her childhood hadn't defined her, or had anything to do with the real reason.. — Nicholas Sparks

Story may not be a great addition to some games - games where action is the whole reason for the game to exist. — Jane Jensen

Do not call up that which you cannot put down. — H.P. Lovecraft

In the beginning I had a real work problem. Every time I had job I had to convince the immigration authorities I was the only man for that job and get a special work permit until I went under contract to MGM. — Rod Taylor

I woke up this morning exhausted from hiding the me of me. So I stand here confiding there's more to Devon than jump shot and rim. I'm more than tall and lengthy of limb. I dare you to peep behind these eyes, discover the poet in tough-guy disguise. Don't call me Jump Shot. My name is surprise. — Nikki Grimes

She felt something similar, but worse in a way, about hundreds and hundreds of books she'd read, novels, biographies, occasional books, about music and art - she could remember nothing about them at all, so that it seemed rather pointless even to say that she had read them; such claims were things people set great store by but she hardly supposed they recalled any more than she did. Sometimes a book persisted as a coloured shadow at the edge of sight, as vague and unrecapturable as something seen in the rain from a passing vehicle; looked at directly it vanished altogether. Sometimes there were atmospheres, even the rudiments of a scene; a man in an office looking over Regent's Park, rain in the street outside - a little blurred etching of a situation she would never, could never, trace back to its source in a novel she had read some time, she thought, in the past thirty years. — Alan Hollinghurst