Bjorn Quotes

I believe in reincarnation,” [Bjorn] said. I KNOW. “I tried to live a good life. Does that help?” THAT’S NOT UP TO ME. Death coughed. OF COURSE... SINCE YOU BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION... YOU’LL BE BJORN AGAIN.

You're saying,' he said, weighing each word, 'that we should send Carrot away to be a duck among humans because Bjorn Stronginthearm is my uncle.

So many of those in my life were content to take and take from me, leaving me a barren well. Bjorn alone had taken nothing, asked for nothing, but given me so much. Around him I felt so full, so alive, and I burned with the need to give all of myself to him. To hold nothing back, not my heart, not my soul.

It all begins with goodness in the heart.

Only when we get sufficiently rich can we afford the relative luxury of caring about the environment.

At one time, we all were Gods.

Even the battles you lost are worthy,” Bjorn said. “Winning doesn’t make a warrior; trying to live does that.

You've never been alone," Bjorn said, his voice so soft that no one but me would hear over the wind and my weeping. "I will be at your back until I cross the threshold to Valhalla, Born-in-Fire, whether you want me there or not.

Where will I find you now that my heart is yours? Where should I search? I don’t know where to look. You fill my heart with desire and love, The perfume of the lotus, the grace of a dove. But then the dove flies far, far away, All that is left is a song for my harp strings to play. A voice in my memories like an angel of grace, Where can I find you? Do you know how I pray? Where will I find you now that my love belongs to you? Wherever your heart beats, I’m dreaming of you. Now and forever my love belongs to you… Now and forever my love belongs to you…

Bjorn bent over me, kissing my lips with such reverence that my heart broke and reformed. Gods, but I loved him. Wanted him. Couldn't imagine ever being parted from him.

Research has shown that women usually see more nuances of color than men. – Bjorn Holm

Bjorn

In 1957, a young lieutenant in the Swedish Air Force named Bjorn Nyberg decided, somewhat inexplicably, that the surest means to improve his command over the English language would be to author a sequel to the adventures of Conan.

These things were in the past now, many long years ago, though the memory remained as solid and present as his heartbeats. Time's passage had made the events seem almost crazed, hyper-real, stretched across a surreal dreamscape that felt more like a skjald's embellished saga than the intact past. Perhaps it had not happened like that. Perhaps the Lion had taken his Stormbirds to the Tyrant's fortress, and he himself had teleported in. Perhaps it had not been Ogvai there, but Gunn, or someone else. Had Bjorn been there too? It was a long time ago, so doubtful, but Bjorn seemed to always have been there, right from the start, just waiting for his time to come to maturity.

My cock has been hiding since the day she arrived," Bjarni had said, but only when he was sure she was out of earshot, which was a full day after she left. "You worry for nothing brother," Bjorn had said, "for even a seiðr-wife (witch) cannot put a spell on something she can't see. It would be like trying to hit a louse with a spear-throw.

Il diritto fondamentale dell'uomo dovrebbe essere viaggiare.

The correct ratio, as science suggests, is 40% protein, 40% carbohydrates, and 20% fats.

I believe in reincarnation," he said. I KNOW. "I tried to live a good life. Does that help?" THAT IS NOT UP TO ME. Death coughed. OF COURSE... SINCE YOU BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION... YOU'LL BE BJORN AGAIN. He waited. "Yes. That's right," said Bjorn. Dwarfs are known for their sense of humour, in a way. People point them out and say: 'Those little devils haven't got a sense of humour.

One rule to work out your calorie count is to write down your bodyweight. Then multiply it by 10 if you are in good shape or by 12 if you are in excellent shape. Add between 1000 and 1500 to get your daily caloric intake.

None of the dead can rise up and answer our questions. But from all they have left behind, their imperishable and dissolving gear, we may perhaps hear voices, which are only now able to whisper, when everything else has become silent.

When a company (e.g. Enron) is calling for more environmental regulation, we need to look very carefully at what they might stand to gain from it… I don’t believe that there is some kind of grand conspiracy to promote scare stories about environmental crisis. I do believe that companies, the media, and politicians benefit from those stories. This confluence of interests goes a long way to explaining why the conversation surrounding climate change has become so detached from scientific reality.

Cold homes are one of the leading causes of deaths in winter… A climate policy reversing the price reduction due to fracking will drive energy prices back up. People will be less able to heat their homes, and the consequent death rate will go back up.

- Bon, intervint Camille. par quoi commence-t-on ? Nous allons chez Mathieu ? Il n'y eut pas de réponse et elle planta les mains sur ses hanches. - Je vous signale que je suis la plus jeune, les fustigea-t-elle. Vous pourriez faire un effort et ne pas me laisser prendre seule toutes les décisions. vous ressemblez à deux moutons ! - Ne t'inquiètes pas, Bjorn, persifla Salim. Ça la prend régulièrement, mais elle fait des progrès. Il n'y a pas longtemps, elle me traitait de mollusque. Me voilà devenu mouton. Peut-être un jour aurai-je le droit d'être traité comme un humain ! Dis-moi ma vieille, poursuivit-il à l'intention de Camille, ça changerait quoi qu'on te donne notre avis ? Tu ne tiens jamais compte de ce qu'on te propose ! Suppose que je te conseille d'attendre demain pour rendre visite à ton frère. Quelle serait ta réaction ? - Je t'écouterai jusqu'au bout, lança-t-elle d'une voix tranquille, et je te dirais que ton idée est stupide. Nous y allons tout de suite. En route ! Bjorn la regardait, sidéré, et Salim hocha la tête. - Surprenante, non ?

What matters most is that we make sure that the most vulnerable, worst-off people living in shantytowns are lifted out of poverty. It is growth, not carbon dioxide reductions, that will prevent the harrowing losses that the world’s poorest endure as a result of hurricanes.

But when Skade reached the tree line on the far side of the clearing, she paused, her voice loud and clear as she said, “Only a cowardly bitch betrays her child.” A glowing bow of gold appeared in her hand as she turned, along with an arrow, green from fletching to tip. Before I could move, before I could call to Hlin to protect me, so I could protect my mother, the arrow was loosed. It flew through the air, punching through my mother’s heart. Bjorn clamped a hand over my mouth to silence my scream as she dropped slowly to the ground, the arrow disappearing from her chest.

Camille se tenait près de Salim. Elle appréciait à leur juste valeur les compliments de l'Empereur. En revanche, l'attitude de son ami l'inquiétait. Elle savait qu'arrivé à ce point du discours, il devait avoir beaucoup de mal à se taire. Elle lui jeta un rapide coup d’œil et se mordit les lèvres. Une petite flamme familière dansait dans ses yeux, annonciatrice d'une prise de parole intempestive, et certainement outrageante. Il fallait le contraindre au silence. Alors que Sil'Afian dressait un tableau héroïque de leurs exploits, elle aplatit sauvagement les orteils de Salim, tout en lui faisant les gros yeux. Hélas, Ellana, qui le surveillait aussi, était arrivée à une conclusion similaire et, au même instant, lui écrasa l'autre pied. Le garçon aurait réussi à faire bonne figure si, derrière lui, Bjorn et Maniel, sans se concerter, n'avaient pincé son cou tandis que maître Duom se retournait à moitié pour lui planter un index agressif dans l'estomac. - ...succès est dû à l'entente parfaite qui à soudé tous les membres de votre groupe dans... Salim poussa soudain un effroyable cri de douleur et bondit au plafond, en essayant simultanément d'attraper ses deux pieds, de se masser le cou et de se protéger le ventre. - ...une merveilleuse amitié ! conclut l'Empereur.

Le garçon se leva d’un bond. - Pas de problèmes ma vieille, lança-t-il avec entrain. Je te suis. Sur qui tu vas passer tes nerfs cette fois ? - Sur ce faux jeton d’Edwin ! Cracha Camille. Suivie de son ami, elle sortit par la porte qu’elle avait franchit quelques minutes plus tôt. - Qu’est ce qu’on fait ? S’inquiéta Bjorn. Ça risque de chauffer... - Rien, répondit Ellana, on ne fait rien. Un sourire s’épanouit sur ses lèvres, reflet de celui qui fendait le visage de Chiam. Bjorn faillit insister, mais il se ravisa et laissa éclater un rire joyeux. - Général des armées de Gwendalavir, énuméra-t-il, maître d’armes de l’Empereur, vainqueur des dix tournois, commandant de la Légion Noire... Je parie cent pièces d’or sur la petite. - Pari non tenu, s’exclama Chiam Vite. Il n’avoir aucune chance !

Climate policies often make life WORSE specifically for the poor...Choosing climate policies over growth policies doesn’t just do nothing. It means more people die avoidable deaths… Lifting incomes significantly reduces the damage from any potential climate-change-caused increase in hurricanes, droughts, and floods...A comprehensive study...shows that strong global action to reduce climate change would cause far more hunger and food insecurity than climate change itself.

The science shows us that fears of a climate apocalypse are unfounded. Global warming is real, but it is not the end of the world. It is a manageable problem. Yet, we now live in a world where almost half the population believes climate change will extinguish humanity. This has profoundly altered the political reality. It makes us double down on poor climate policies. It makes us increasingly ignore all other challenges, from pandemics and food shortages to political strife and conflicts, or subsume them under the banner of climate change… If we don’t say stop, the current, false climate alarm, despite its good intentions, is likely to leave the world much worse off than it could be… We need to dial back on the panic, look at the science, face the economics, and address the issue rationally.

If someone crosses you, Bjorn said, fury oozing out of his essence, you must break them. Like she did with Winter’s lap dogs. I could sense Eve and Bastian bristle. You crush your enemies, drive them before you— Enough, Conan, Zack said. That’s not how Sienna does things.

Volwassenen zouden zich beter moeten beschermen tegen hun kinderen.

Cerchi sull'acqua, dunque. Uno si crede originale, forse sopratutto come artista, mentre in realtà è impregnato dello spirito del tempo, delle atmosfere, delle idee, delle correnti e delle tendenze che fluttuano in modo imperscrutabile in giro per il mondo.

Ragnar Lothbrok, the famous Viking, is still a mysterious historical figure, hidden in myths and links to a few chieftains. He was the father of legendary figures such as Ivar the Boneless, Halfdan Ragnarsson, Bjorn Ironside, Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye, and Ubba.

Success is in the Context of Time, Space and Scale Pyaasa was a haunting film but unlikely to appeal to a generation that doesn’t think too much of black-and-white photography, poetry and romantic losers. Bjorn Borg could never win Wimbledon with his old wooden Donnay racket in today’s era where over-sized rackets generate such tremendous speed and power. Batsmen who were told to ‘give the first hour to the bowlers’ in a Test match would discover there are only twenty minutes left thereafter in a T20 game. Alternately, sloggers who routinely clobber the ball over cow corner may not have managed too many against the four-pronged West Indies pace bowling attack. Eventually, it is about giving the consumers what they want and those requirements may have changed.

Americans are Quixotes by nature, my dear. They must have their windmills, and will slay real dragons to get at them." -- King Rudolf V of Ruritania

Love is ... an empty box.” Flavia spoke as if testing the words. “A large empty box. A man will find it, wrap it in pretty paper and shiny ribbons, and sell it to a woman. The woman will pay the asking price. Eagerly and repeatedly.

I did not fall down a mountain to get wet for you, Bjorn!

Ash's jaw flexed at the mention of Bjorn. "Forgiveness is the better part of valor." "I always thought it was 'discretion.'" Ash shook his head. "Discretion is easy. It's finding the courage to forgive yourself and others that is hard.

Who summons the dead man?” she asked. “A fresh corpse,” Æthelwold said. “A fresh corpse?” I asked. “Someone must be sent to the world of the dead,” he explained, as though it were obvious, “to find Bjorn and bring him back.” “So they kill someone?” Gisela asked. “How else can they send a messenger to the dead?” Æthelwold asked pugnaciously.

I get long winded over the internet because I've been stretching my writing muscles much more consistently lately and its not something that you can turn off and on, like a faucet. Creative juices are more like a toilet that's overflowing on your shoes when you don't have the time and clogged when you really need it to use it.

Distant stars gleamed brilliantly, but no lights shone behind the small view panes scattered about the vessel’s exterior shielding …except a single light shining bright white towards the craft’s forward end.  Fiery red braking rockets erupted to life around craft, pulsing first before becoming a steady red glow, shining like miniature stars.  In the remote distance, something took form, blocking out the light of the stars.  High intensity lights from the Alcatraz trained at the black object that had suddenly materialized out of the darkness.

She turned on him fiercely.  Beauty changed to a diabolical and ancient ugliness.  Her eyes glowed a fiery red.  A rivulet of blood trickled down from her pale lips.  “My name is Sirena,” she screeched.  “I am the taker of men.  What I touch is mine.  I am taking you down to the briny sea.  Your weak lungs will burst first, then your bones will snap like twigs, and your flesh will tear and bleed.  Your body will be hidden away with the others.  Even your very soul will become mine.  Come now and join me below.

If brute force wouldn't suffice, however, there was always the famous Viking cunning. The fleet was put to anchor and under a flag of truce some Vikings approached the gate. Their leader, they claimed, was dying and wished to be baptized as a Christian. As proof, they had brought along the ailing Hastein on a litter, groaning and sweating.  The request presented a moral dilemma for the Italians. As Christians they could hardly turn away a dying penitent, but they didn't trust the Vikings and expected a trick. The local count, in consultation with the bishop, warily decided to admit Hastein, but made sure that he was heavily guarded. A detachment of soldiers was sent to collect Hastein and a small retinue while the rest of the Vikings waited outside.  Despite the misgivings, the people of Luna flocked to see the curiosity of a dreaded barbarian peacefully inside their city. The Vikings were on their best behavior as they were escorted to the cathedral, remaining silent and respectful. Throughout the service, which probably lasted a few hours, Hastein was a picture of reverence and weakness, a dying man who had finally seen the light. The bishop performed the baptism, and the count stood in as godfather, christening Hastein with a new name. When the rite had concluded, the Vikings respectfully picked up the litter and carried their stricken leader back to the ships.  That night, a Viking messenger reappeared at the gates, and after thanking the count for allowing the baptism, sadly informed him that Hastein had died. Before he expired, however, he had asked to be given a funeral mass and to be buried in the holy ground of the cathedral cemetery.  The next day a solemn procession of fifty Vikings, each dressed in long robes of mourning, entered the city carrying Hastein's corpse on a bier. Virtually all the inhabitants of the city had turned out to witness the event, joining the cavalcade all the way to the cathedral. The bishop, surrounded by a crowd of monks and priests bearing candles, blessed the coffin with holy water, and led the entire procession inside.  As the bishop launched into the funerary Mass, reminding all good Christians to look forward to the day of resurrection, the coffin lid was abruptly thrown to the ground and a very much alive Hastein leapt out. As he cut down the bishop, his men threw off their cloaks and drew their weapons. A few ran to bar the doors, the rest set about slaughtering the congregation.  At the same time – perhaps alerted by the tolling bell – Bjorn Ironside led the remaining Vikings into the city and they fanned out, looking for treasure. The plundering lasted for the entire day. Portable goods were loaded onto the ships, the younger citizens were spared to be sold as slaves, and the rest were killed. Finally, when night began to fall, Hastein called off the attack. Since nothing more could fit on their ships, they set fire to the city and sailed away.97 For the next two years, the Norsemen criss-crossed the Mediterranean, raiding both the African and European coasts. There are even rumors that they tried to sack Alexandria in Egypt, but were apparently unable to take it by force or stealth.

Exclamations arose from the personnel as they recognized the lifeless legs hanging in the air above them as having once belonged to Slaughter.  Derek swore and reached up to pull the body out, but it did not budge.  He looked closely and noted that the body and clothing had fused into the vessel’s own metallic material.  Everyone’s attention was so riveted above that they failed to notice the shadows in time.  Once the dark forms reached the squad’s rear, the screams began.  Laser fire erupted next, but it had no effect.  Bodies of the dead fell about the corridor.  Anne’s hands shook as she assembled the cannon.  Derek covered her as best as he was able, but his weapon seemed useless. The laser would cut through a shadowy figure, then it would simply re-materialize.  He dropped the rifle and went for his backup weapon, which was an old .45 caliber handgun in his belt pouch.  He jammed the magazine in and chambered the round and fired twice into the darkness, punctuated with flashes of white light and fire.

The brilliant colors and geometric patterns, like a sheen of oil atop a dark puddle, grew more intense as he slid away. Pictures of the world shot through his brain.  He moved his fingers, and he felt the cold stillness of a timeless sky.  Bewildering alien landscapes flickered in and out of view.  Then, he recognized what the landscapes were: insane fractals, never-ending and chaos-infused form.  It was a world somehow constructed or rooted upon the fractal pattern.  As he gazed through his mind’s eye, there was movement far off.  The images changed to pictures of people—more like silhouettes at dusk than clear people, but he felt with certainty that they had been like him once.

— It's Hlynur Bjorn Hafsteinsson, Bergporugotu, 8b, Reykjavik, Iceland. — Is there no postal code? — Oh yes. It's hundred and one Reykjavik. I'm the one.

Eppure ho avuto le mie pietre preziose e tutte quelle ore che ho passato appoggiato alla murata a non far altro che guardare il mare. Ho visto il sole tramontare in un mare di fuoco liquido e sorgere come una sfera di rame incandescente. Ho visto la luna far risplendere i veli del cielo notturno come fuochi fatui e rispecchiarsi nel lento respiro delle onde. Ho visto il mare così liscio e l'aria così trasparente che la volta stellata sembrava sdoppiarsi al punto che non si capiva più qual era il sotto e quale il sopra, e pareva di veleggiare dentro a un globo splendente di luci. Ho visto cieli e nubi che un artista avrebbe impiegato un'esistenza intera a cercare di riprodurre. Sì, la mia vita è fatta anche di queste cose e anche solo per queste valeva la pena vivere nonostante siano impresse nella mia memoria meno di altre.

So Artichoke was a restaurant borne out of impulse and recklessness. Four years on, it’s also a testament to how an enterprise started on such a fucked up approach can actually succeed.

But what little we did know, we brandished wildly like cavemen’s clubs, slinging out stuff we felt tasted good. That was as intricate as our game plan ever was—to make food that tasted good.

I was in this on my own—it was make it or break it.

Death is a fact of life, Little Doll. Death is a fact of war. War is certain in only one respect, Bjorn said with a rumble. And death is the only certainty in life.

One of the loudest voices calling for greater focus is Bjorn Lomborg, a Danish economist, who has launched the Post-2015 Consensus, an effort to draw up a shortish list of goals and targets the benefits of which, if achieved, would far outweigh the costs. This is a souped-up version of the Copenhagen Consensus he has run for the past decade, bringing together leading economists to calculate the cheapest ways to improve the state of the world.

She lifted her hand to slap me, but then a much larger one closed over her wrist. “Apologize.” Bjorn’s voice was like ice.

Turning away from his son, he said to me, “We lost horses in the fire, so we are short. You will ride with Bjorn.

I thought about how much easier it is to play make-believe rather than acknowledge all the violence and death that comprises each of our lives.

You should go while you can.” Bjorn lifted a hand, his fingers curving around my face as he bent down and kissed me. “Never. I will stay at your side, whether in life or as we walk through the gates of Valhalla.

I hiked on until I startled a wolf standing at the edge of a willow thicket. It leapt away, then froze and glanced back. One of its paws was mangled. Its head looked huge in comparison to its emaciated body. Slowly, on three legs, its ribs jutting out of its mangy gray coat, the wolf approached. I yelled, and it hopped back into the brush. The wolf followed me, whining, barking, and letting out ominous howls. A few minutes passed before it emerged from the brush and cut me off. It glanced around nervously then walked toward me. I yelled and waved my arms over my head. It stopped for a moment and then came closer. I had brought my brother Luke's .357 pistol - it was light for bears but, at the time, was the only handgun I had access to. I pulled the pistol from the holster and yelled as angrily as I could. The wolf froze, glancing skittishly back and forth, before hopping into the willows. I continued hiking, and the wolf paralleled me. Twenty minutes later, it cut me off and approached again. At thirty feet, I leveled the pistol and yelled. It glanced back and forth, looking both desperate and terrified, then hobbled closer. At twenty feet, I aimed the pistol. "Leave me alone!" I yelled as loud as I could. I'm not sure why I didn't pull the trigger. Maybe it was because I was confident it could not hurt me, armed as I was. Maybe it was because I don't like killing animals I don't eat. Maybe it was because I tricked myself into thinking there was hope the wolf would somehow survive. Maybe it was because I lacked the compassion to help it die.

Emissions of carbon dioxide are largely by-products of productivity-- of industry, governments, and individuals producing things that we want more of (including heating, cooling, food, transport, hospital care, and so much more)..When countries promise to reduce their emissions, they are effectively promising to make all these things a touch more expensive. That acts as a slight brake on the economy, leading to a small reduction in growth… “This cost is the relevant social cost of climate policies-- the reduction in welfare that comes from each nation insisting on using energy that is slightly more costly and less reliable than fossil fuels.” -p. 112

No fighting with the Olden boys," Bjorn warns. “I never—” “Never threatened to break Finn’s legs if he went near your sister?” “I— he was all over her!” “He was five!

Bjorn was wealthy, and he lived the rest of his days in comfort and good wellbeing.

Muscle growth and sleep are extremely important. When bodybuilders spend all that energy working out, they need rest in order to repair their muscle tissue, and that happens while they are asleep.

I lost myself to darkness, then. Floating in a warm pool of blackness that beckoned me down and down. Dimly, I heard Bjorn calling my name but I couldn’t move my body to swim back up to him. Wasn’t sure I wanted to. Going back meant pain and grief and loneliness. Why should I fight for that? “This is not your end, daughter,” a gentle voice answered. “You must battle on, for them.” “I don’t want to,” I answered, not sure whether it was a truth or a lie. “I don’t want to go back.” “You must,” a harsher voice, devoid of patience, snarled. “For yourself.” Hands pressed against my back, lifting me through the dark waters. I struggled, trying to escape back down, but I could not slip their grip. Higher they pushed me, pain burning through my body as I drew closer to the surface. “No,” I moaned as the burning intensified. “It hurts!

Bjorn’s horse slowed next to me, but he said nothing, only circled my own mount, eyes taking in the ruins of his home. Then his gaze met mine. “This is not your fault.” I hadn’t asked for this. Had done what I could to try to prevent it. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t the cause.

A flicker of pain crossed through his eyes, and Bjorn squeezed them shut. But as he reopened them, he said, “No oath is worth your life. No amount of vengeance is worth your happiness. I’ll let the past burn to ash, Freya, because you are my present. My future. My destiny.” He lifted his other hand to cup my face. “I love you.

I allowed myself to turn my face into his chest and give in to the pain. To sob and shriek as sensation burned its way back into my feet and hands, not because it was more than I could bear but because I needed to get the hurt out. Bjorn held me tight, stroking my hair, the certainty that he would not walk away crumbling all the walls I'd built around my heart.

You’ve never been alone,” Bjorn said, his voice so soft that no one but me would hear over the wind and my weeping. “I will be at your back until I cross the threshold to Valhalla, Born-in-Fire, whether you want me there or not.

have to put you in the column

Danish statistician, Bjorn Lomborg, who wrote a book called The Skeptical Environmentalist.

First of all, realms are proud. Realms are proud and vain creations—never forget that. Realms are too proud to bow to your wee ideas of physics and common sense. A realm doesn’t have to make sense to its inhabitants. Do not expect a realm to conform to your logic, not if you want to escape with your mind intact. Realms are beholden to one thing, and one thing only: the inertia of their belief. Anything can happen in service to a story. Librarian Bjorn the Bard, 1673 CE

Se è vero che viaggiare consiste nel fare esperienze, e non nel lasciarsi trasportare, il valore del viaggio è inversamente proporzionale alla sua velocità.

What are you so afraid of? It's only death!

Ljude je lako gledati u oči ako nikad ne vidiš dušu.

There's a thin line between love and heat.

For some reason we find it difficult to fathom the simplicity buried quietly within the laws of inverse proportionals—a level within the level of dynamics. Lust for power is a highway to extinction, while the search for truth, for fairness, is ever-empowering.

»Und du hast keinen würdigen Empfang für uns vorbereitet, mit Musik, Wein und halbnackten Sklavinnen, die uns zu Diensten sind?« fragte Bjorn tadelnd.

Had Bjorn Borg really won five straight Wimbledons? Fantastic! What was a Wimbledon?

The negative impacts (of biofuels) were much greater than most had anticipated...the amount of crops needed to fill an SUV’s fuel tank with biofuel would feed a child for an entire year, and every gallon of biofuel wiped out forty meals… “A srong climate campaigner called the subsidies driving the biofuel industry’s growth ‘a crime against humanity.’ Yet, vested agricultural interests had made the bad policies almost impossible to overturn. It seems that we have learned little from recent history, as we plow headlong into new policies that will similarly hurt the world’s poor.

The Paris Agreement will have no perceptible impact on malaria because it will lead to such small temperature changes; in fact, it is very likely that its total impact will actually lead to MORE malaria deaths...because (the climate policies) delay the time when nations get rich enough to see the final eradication of malaria.” -p. 142

Biomass, which basically is a fancy-sounding name for wood, is one of the old, reliable renewables that can produce energy when it is needed. The problem for the planet is that wood is often imported from US forests in diesel-driven ships, and emits MORE carbon dioxide than even coal when it is burned. Biomass is categorized by the EU only as carbon dioxide free because it is hoped that felled trees will be replanted and over many future decades will soak up as much carbon dioxide as was released by its burning. Needless to say, this is dubious accounting at best.” -p. 108

One of the great ironies of climate change activism today is that many of the movement’s most vocal proponents are also horrified by global income inequality. They are blind, however, to the fact that the costs of the policies they demand will be borne disproportionately by the world’s poorest. This is because so much of climate change policy boils down to limiting access to cheap energy… “Countries in the developing world need cheap and reliable energy, for now mostly from fossil fuels, to promote industry and growth. Not surprisingly, a recent study of the consequences of implementing the Paris Agreement showed that it will actually increase poverty.

Detestava i cimiteri, con tutti quei monumenti che significavano qualcosa solo per gli iniziati e i parenti del defunto. Un nome, un titolo professionale e una vita comprese tra due date! Tutto qui, come se bastasse. Perché non scriveva invece com’erano vissuti, i morti? Perché si lasciava estinguere ciò che era importante?

THE PHOENIX PACK: Trey Coleman Alpha Taryn Warner Alpha Dante Beta Tao Head Enforcer Dominic Enforcer Marcus Enforcer Patrick “Trick” Enforcer Ryan Enforcer Greta Trey’s grandmother Grace Mated to Rhett Rhett Mated to Grace Lydia Mated to Cam Cam Mated to Lydia Kirk Brock’s son Selma Subordinate Brock Kirk’s father Hope Subordinate Louisa Trey’s mother, deceased NOTABLE CHARACTERS FROM THE ONYX PACK: Lance Warner Alpha, father of Taryn Cecilia Warner Mother of Taryn, deceased Shaya Critchley Friend of Taryn Caleb Friend of Taryn Perry Enforcer Oscar Enforcer Joseph “Joey” Winters Died when only nine, believed to be Taryn’s mate Brodie Nicole Ashley Richie NOTABLE CHARACTERS FROM THE BJORN PACK: Rick Coleman Previous Alpha, father of Trey, deceased Darryl Coleman New Alpha, uncle of Trey Josh Brother of Dante Summer Died as a baby, believed to be Trey’s mate Viv Mother of Summer Martin NOTABLE CHARACTERS FROM THE RYLAND PACK: Nick Axton Alpha Don Uncle of Taryn Derren Nick’s bodyguard Glory OTHER CHARACTERS: Roscoe Weston Alpha wolf shifter who attempts to claim Taryn Dean Milton Mediator

Surely Bjorn Stronginthearm is my uncle,” he pointed out, slowly.

Perhaps the loot fro piracy dried up after England and other European countries sent warships to the area--- or perhaps the whole thing was just one great fib. Because in all honesty, nobody can say for a fact that Libertatia ever existed. Written sources, so abundant in the wake of authoritarian societies, are nowhere to be found.

Hier ongeveer. Dat is het eenzaamheidsplekje, het waarheidsplekje. Het verraadt dat je alleen op het strand of op vakantie bent, doordat het rood en verbrand is. Het is het bewijs dat je toch niet zoveel vrienden hebt, dat je misschien eenzaam en kinderloos zult sterven en dat je eigenlijk niemand hebt om kerst mee te vieren, of om voor te koken, als je boven de veertig bent.

Global temperature and GDP are both rising, and each affects the other… We have to find the right balance between the two factors. If we focus solely on growing global GDP, we risk temperatures rising to such an extent that the negative impact on our well-being will more than offset the benefits brought about by extra growth. Yet, if we try to cut as much carbon dioxide as we can, out of a sense of panic, we could easily end up reducing human well-being to a degree that far offsets any environmental benefits we achieve.” -p. 46

The Paris Agreement will cost a fortune to carry out and do almost no good… Every single major industrialized country is failing to live up to the promises it made under the Paris Agreement, and the few countries on track are too small to make any significant impact at all...Spending trillions to achieve almost nothing is, not surprisingly, a bad idea. Every dollar spent will produce climate benefits worth just 11 cents.” P. 111, 118, 123

The jarring fact is that humanity just finished spending two centuries GETTING RID OF renewable energy and replacing it with fossil fuels. When everyone was poor, the whole world cooked and kept warm using polluting renewable energy sources like wood and dung...In the poor world, replacing fossil fuels with new renewable energy sources like wind and solar power is hard because most people desperately want MUCH MORE power at lower cost, not fickle power at high cost.” -pp. 104-5

By making people richer, especially in the world’s poorest countries, freer trade would also lead to societies far more resilient to climate shocks, more capable of investing in adaptation, and far less vulnerable to rising temperatures. In that way, free trade can be considered a smart CLIMATE policy as well as an excellent way to promote human thriving generally.

We must rein in temperature increases and help ensure that the most vulnerable can adapt. But today’s popular climate change policies of rolling out solar panels and wind turbines have insidious effects: they push up energy costs, hurt the poor, cut emissions ineffectively, and put us on an unsustainable pathway where taxpayers are eventually likely to revolt. Instead, we need to invest in innovation, smart carbon taxes, R&D into geoengineering, and adaptation...Making the world richer is also important...The richer people are, the more resilient they will be in the face of global warming.

Adaptation is very effective at cooling cities, (e.g.) cool roofs and pavements… Adaptive actions can typically deliver much more protection much faster and at a lower cost than any realistic carbon-reduction climate policy.

A carbon tax forces you to take into account the climate disbenefits that your purchase is responsible for, so you can weigh these against the benefit… “It doesn’t just show consumers which products are carbon intensive and should be used more sparingly, but it helps energy producers move toward lower carbon dioxide emissions (perhaps through more reliance on solar and wind energy), and it encourages innovators to come up with new, lower-carbon processes and products.

Choosing expensive carbon-cutting policies or insisting on green development approaches might seem like an easy choice for the world’s elite in Washington, DC, or Paris, France, but the burden of these choices falls unfairly on the world’s poor, and especially on those living in abject poverty. They need more energy, not moralizing from the West. It is perverse to hear rich people piously claim that we should help the world’s poor by cutting carbon dioxide to make their future slightly less worse, when we have huge opportunities to make their lives much better, much more quickly, and much more effectively.

We should not confuse the rising costs of flooding with flooding itself (or indeed with climate change). It is entirely caused by more houses and more wealth; in fact, the cost compared to the US national income had declined almost tenfold. If we want to reduce this amount even more, the solution isn’t to be found in radically reducing carbon dioxide levels. The solution is to stop building lots of big, expensive houses in flood zones… “Any disaster today will cause more damage because there are more homes, factories, office buildings, and infrastructure to destroy.” -pp. 66, 74

We should be innovating tomorrow’s technologies rather than erecting today’s inefficient turbines and solar panels. We should explore fusion, fission, water splitting, ...algae grown on the ocean surface that produces oil… This is one more cost of the relentless alarmism. Since we’re so intent on doing something right now, even if it is almost trivial, we neglect to focus on the technological breakthroughs that in the long run could actually allow humanity to move away from fossil fuels.” -pp. 14, 15

Innovation has helped with problems in the past, e.g. whale oil use, horse manure in the streets, increasing grain yields. “When we innovate and find a cheap, technological solution, we solve major challenges and generate broadly shared benefits. We need to apply that lesson to the problem of climate change.

The expanding bull’s eye effect means we’re likely to see much more costly disasters happen over time, even if the climate doesn’t change at all… In reality, much (and often all) we’re seeing is that more people with more stuff live in harm’s way.” -p. 37 “We also need to stop believing that any story with climate in it is best solved through climate policies… Even if we went all-in and spent hundreds of trillions on climate policies, SEA LEVELS WOULD STILL RISE, ONLY SLIGHTLY LESS than if we did nothing. Millions would still get flooded. If we instead went all-in on adaptation, we could for less than a hundredth of the cost save almost everyone. The same with heat deaths; focusing on climate policies costs vastly more yet helps much, much less than air conditioning.” -p. 37

People are panicking about climate change in large part because the media and environmental campaigners tell us to, because politicians overhype the likely effects, and because scientific research is often communicated without crucial context…: humans adapt to their changing earth. They have for millenia… “We don’t just use up the iron or gas that is there and then give up. We get better at finding more, at lower cost, in effect allowing humanity access to ever more and ever cheaper resources… “Once the human propensity for adaptation is taken into account, the numbers on climate change start looking a lot less scary. And adaptation should ALWAYS be factored into any climate change study, because humans are ALWAYS adapting.” -p. 19, 29, 35

Everything in the universe that has value will find its place.

Let’s be real. You don’t want to lock me away for my crimes. You want to lock me away because you blame me for your desire. You’re lashing out, because I dared to turn you on, as if females aren’t blamed for a male’s actions and reactions all the time. Tell me, Bjorn. Which of these scenarios works best for you? I pretend not to notice your arousal…and you consider me prudish. I point out that you obviously like the look of me…but I’m conceited. How about I explain to you how you can’t possibly want me…so you can ding me for being insecure? If ever you compliment me, should I accept it and come across as needy, or reject it like a baby-back-bitch? There’s just no winning with you or anyone, so, I’ll stick with the truth. You want me because I look like a tasty snack, and we both know it.