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I have found that if you love your life ..
Life will love you back .! — Kim Edwards

Vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires ... How avant-garde! — Anne Rice

Women had always existed: they had lived, a species to themselves, with the demons. But they had wanted playmates: and together they had made men. What an error, what a cataclysmic miscalculation. — Clive Barker

There is something absent in me, I thought. Something incomplete. Even my mother couldn't describe me. There was something empty in me that in other people was full. — Julie Schumacher

They were sisters, the pretty one and the one who lived in her shadow, a pale, chip-toothed, uncertain girl who made too much noise while eating celery. — Kathy Hepinstall

We need not risk our national honor to prevail in this or any war. — John McCain

One is never truly alone, even when our only company is our thoughts, because what are thoughts if not the memory of interactions with others? — Laura Esquivel

There's a hysterical, tired sense of humor that comes after working 14 hours a day, six days a week. I like those things because they take the pressure off the constant stress. — Tom Berenger

A home is not a building or a street or a city or something so artificial as bricks and mortar. A home is where one's family is ... — John Boyne

I'm not concerned about your comfort zone or readiness for change. I'm concerned about the kids who just entered Kindergarten. — Ian Jukes

You're Neptune, right?" she asked. "Lord of the sea who washed up on the beach during the storm? Do you perform miracles? Because I could use a couple of them tonight. — Olivia Cunning

Curley's wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was pretty and simple, and her face was sweet and young. Now her rouged cheeks and reddened lips made her seem alive and sleeping very lightly. The curls, tiny little sausages, were spread on the hay behind her head and her lips were parted — John Steinbeck