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As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants. — J.R. Ward

Increase attract, increase pulls crowd — Sunday Adelaja

Well then, I'll take a whole heap of that emancipation, Mister Jesse. Yes, sir, a whole heap." -Cyrus

A Glimpse Of Freedom — M.A. Bookout

I love the fact that, one time, my face was on the back of a cereal box - probably 3-CPO's - and it was a mask where you cut out the eye holes and put a string through the side. It makes me feel like I'm 11 years old all over again. — Mark Hamill

The sickness is to sit at the base of the lighthouse staring into nothing. The lighthouse is black, the sea is black, the writer's jacket is also black. — Roberto Bolano

Hot damn. Cue the violins and happy cartoon bunnies. I was in the middle of a Disney moment. Because this guy was gorgeous. And we were standing so close to each other. If he hadn't been holding onto a barely contained rage directed at yours truly, it could have almost been construed as romantic. — A Meredith Walters

It ain't the blows we're dealt that matter, but the ones we survive. — Stephen King

The act of creation, the impetus to undertake it, is always some kind of feeble attempt to understand one's own creation, the nature of creation itself. — Glenn Haybittle

I did a lot of modeling in the U.K. A lot of it wasn't high fashion because I don't have the body or the face for high fashion modeling. I did a lot of sportswear, swimwear, and beachwear. — Joseph Gatt

The once all-powerful ruler of Iraq was found in a hole, and now sits in a prison cell. — George W. Bush

No matter what anyone says or does, my task is to be good. — Marcus Aurelius

When his wounds cut too deep for the blues--when he couldn't sing himself out of his own sorrow--when he was too wounded to shimmy his fingers over piano keys--he came to the healing waters of the Alapaha River. And on the river he recounted his sins, confessing to the ancient rhythmic flow of the current. Communion. — Brenda Sutton Rose