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The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Whoever had decided that school should start so early in the morning and last all day long needed to be hunted down and forced to watch hours of educational televison without the aid of caffine.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own self-interest. We address ourselves not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities, but of their advantages
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Adam Smith (An Inquiry into the Nature & Causes of the Wealth of Nations, Vol 1)
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It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Mulling this over, Vlad wiped her lip gloss from his lips with the back of his hand.Vampires, after all, didn't sparkle.
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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The world is full of monsters with friendly faces.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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No matter what happened yesterday it is insignificant when compared to what lies within the core of your being today.
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Sandy Brewer (Pursuit of Light: An Extraordinary Journey)
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If citizens followed their leaders' example throughout history, the human race would have died out centuries ago.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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People fear what they can't understand and harm what they fear.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Vlad made a mental note to amend the friend code: thou shalt not date the girl that thy best friend has a crush on...nor shalt thou try sticking thy best friend in the chest with a sharp hunk of wood.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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I'm a creature of the night for God's sake And she wants me home by eleven?
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
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Sometimes you have to be alone to think, and sometimes the best place for thinking isn't home.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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If stakes and garlic were the top two things that could kill a vampire, ninth grade gym was a close third.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Dude, you're a vampire. EVERY day sucks for you.
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
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Lesson #456 of high school life:
Never, EVER trust an alarm clock.
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
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Morning, sunshine."
Vlad blinked at her. "Morning, sulfuric acid."
"Pardon me?"
"Well, isn't it just kinda wrong to call a vampire 'sunshine'?
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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I drive well!
Says who your mom?
No actually, she won't even get in the car with me.
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Heather Brewer (Tenth Grade Bleeds (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #3))
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I'm too tired to reign over vampirekind, let alone enslave the human race.
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
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It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest.
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Adam Smith (The Wealth of Nations, Books 1-3)
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Don't you find any irony in a vampire sucking up?
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Funny how mishearing things-or not hearing them at all-can really screw things up
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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A label doesn't make something so. A label is just a word. It's what a person does that makes them who they are
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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It was tough attempting to be social with people who'd rather pretend you didn't exist.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Nothing could convince Aunt Nelly to let Vlad stay home for the duration of the school year, which just goes to prove that parents and guardians don't care if they're sending you to face bloodthirsty monsters, so long as you get a B in English.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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To his amazement, he could already hear Henry snoring in the backseat. That guy could fall asleep on a car trip to the mailbox.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Mmmmm. Warm chocolate chip cookies. Not even AB negative can compare.
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
Heather Brewer (Eleventh Grade Burns (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #4))
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Vlad's heart sank into his stomach, then squeezed its way down his leg and popped out of the hole in his shoe, where it struck the floor and broke.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Vlad had found himself longing to encounter those of his own kind, to travel to the streets of Elysia-that far away world, but after a while it seemed more of a fairy tale than anything else.
Like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, only with fangs.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Otis D'ablo is alive! Do you here me? He is alive and trying to kill me!
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Getting staked had been a hard lesson in choosing one's friends wisely.
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
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...Your angry and jealous and in the mood to do some forceful dentistry
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Heather Brewer (Eleventh Grade Burns (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #4))
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What are we going to blow up?"
Morgan sighed happily and slapped joss on the back. " Kid... you just said my seven favorite words.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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Your love of glory must conquer your will to survive; or why fight at all? Why not be a smith, a brewer, a wool merchant? Why are you in the contest, if not to win, and if not to win, then to die?
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Hilary Mantel (Bring Up the Bodies (Thomas Cromwell, #2))
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Henry shrugged. "I've kissed plenty of girls."
"I'm not talking about your mom,dork.
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Heather Brewer
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Vlad decided that teachers' ideas were a lot like bunches of garlic-intriguing from afar, but up close sadly sickening and, if you weren't careful, DEADLY.
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Heather Brewer (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Journal)
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She looked hot enough to catch fire, but too lazy to do anything but just lie there and smoke.
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Gil Brewer (The Vengeful Virgin)
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According to his dad's journal, vampires had been through some of the worst epidemics in history. And apparently, during the days of the Black Plague, their biggest complaint had been rotten "food".
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.
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Nancy B. Brewer (Beyond Sandy Ridge)
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Bullying is a horrible thing. It sticks with you forever. It poisons you. But only if you let it.
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Heather Brewer (Dear Bully: Seventy Authors Tell Their Stories)
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Do not be afraid. Look fear in the face and say, "fuck you" and move on.
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Annie Brewer (Choices (Choices, #1))
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Joss's ears perked up. He loved libraries. Nowhere else in the world felt so safe and homey. Nowhere else smelled like books and dust and happy solitude quite like a library did.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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Abby, you can't deny your feelings any longer. At least I know I can't. I've done it long enough. I want you. Please don't push me away.
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Annie Brewer (Back To You)
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Someday, my young friend, you'll find out that girls are actually people too. Just like you and me.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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She looked slick as hell; polished, neat, and with that feminine deadliness that can drive you nuts. They work on it till they get complete control of the situation. There's no use trying to break them down. They've made it.
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Gil Brewer
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Do you believe i am the Pravus?
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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... but if I've learned one thing, it's this: forgiveness is crucial. If you can't forgive someone you're mad at, that anger will poison you. You have to learn to let it go"... "people have reasons for doing the things that they do, especially when they care about you. You may not always understand what they are, but if you can try to understand the person then you might see that they really care, despite what happened."
pg 100 Meredith to Vlad
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Heather Brewer
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Do not try to understand love, control it or hold it.
Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all, And if it be true, it will always find its way.
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Nancy B. Brewer (Beyond Sandy Ridge)
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this is the best year ever because i am reading the chronicles of vladimir tod
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Heather Brewer
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Like the magnolia tree,
She bends with the wind,
Trials and tribulation may weather her,
Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms,
See her standing there, like steel,
With her roots forever buried,
Deep in her Southern soil.
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Nancy B. Brewer (Letters from Lizzie)
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Wrong. Enemies don't fight with such determined passion. That kind of focus is reserved for friends at odds with one another."
pg 69 Tomas to Vlad
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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I love you so much it hurts.
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Annie Brewer (Back To You)
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If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do."
pg267 October to Vlad
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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Thw world is full of monsters with friendly faces.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Live and everyone would die. Die and everyone would live. It seemed like such a simple choice. But nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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A word of advice, if I may? Explosions are an excellent way to kill the undead. But you should probably take a few steps back first, kid.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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Vampires,after all,don't sparkle.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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So how was it? Did it hurt? Was he gentle? How many times did yβall do it?
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Annie Brewer (Back To You)
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Henry held up his taco- formerly Vlad's- and grinned. " Little known fact, gentlemen. Tacos are the food of genius."
pg248 Henry to Vlad & Joss
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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Vlad blinked, unsure where her question was coming from and, more importantly, where it was going.
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Heather Brewer (Eighth Grade Bites (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1))
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Kid, not everything in life can be summed up neatly in a paragraph. No book has all of the answers. Not even the really good ones. You have to find the answers yourself sometimes.
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Heather Brewer (Second Chance (The Slayer Chronicles, #2))
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People says it gets easier. People are stupid."
-Vlad
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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They did not suspect her for a moment. It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were. Women could do most of the things men did. Who was left in charge when the men were fighting wars, or going on crusades? There were women carpenters, dyers, tanners, bakers and brewers.
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Ken Follett (The Pillars of the Earth (Kingsbridge, #1))
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Present company excluded, this looked to be the most pleasant detention ever experienced by mankind. Further proof that librarians should run the world-or a least be in charge of detention at Bathory High.
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Heather Brewer (Tenth Grade Bleeds (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #3))
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Sam Brewer enjoyed discussing Middle Eastern politics with Philby; Philby enjoyed sleeping with his wife.
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Ben Macintyre (A Spy Among Friends: Kim Philby and the Great Betrayal)
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They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.
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Heather Brewer (Twelfth Grade Kills (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #5))
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There's nothing you can do, Sirus. No one can do this for me, and no one can swoop in and rescue me every time I'm challenged. I have to do this on my own.
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Heather Brewer
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Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff.
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Nancy B. Brewer (Garnet)
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Vlad twisted his wrist, pinching his fingers together, spinning the bronze coin on the table. When it fell, he picked it up and did it again, counting. Thirty-two times it had fallen Slayer Society up. Twenty-two times it was down.
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Heather Brewer (Eleventh Grade Burns (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #4))
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A crease found it's way onto Joss's forehead. Because he was certain that Sirus was wrong. Girls were more complicated than boys. Girls communicated in a language that only they understood. And Joss wasn't sure at all that he would ever understand them.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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Education stems from the desire to learn. With that, you don't need schools. Without it, all the schools in the UNIVERSE are useless.
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Gene Brewer (K-Pax (K-Pax, #1))
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{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}
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Nancy B. Brewer
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She looked like a vixen, and thatβs what she was; she had all the instincts of a female fox. She was the proverbial predatory female. She had what she wanted, now, and she was content. There was just the getting completely away with it that counted.
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Gil Brewer (Sin for Me)
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(The golden goose has died, my prince turned into a frog, the Kingdom is lost, everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower)
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Nancy B. Brewer (Beyond Sandy Ridge)
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Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.
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Nancy B. Brewer
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Read the vladimir tod series
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Heather Brewer
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Letβs go eat turkey before I beat the crap put of my cousin.β
The way he said it, Vlad wasnβt sure if Henry wanted to eat instead of beating Joss to a pulp, or if he just didnβt want to do it on an empty stomach.
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Heather Brewer (Eleventh Grade Burns (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #4))
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If a hole in your wall is large enough for a rat to get his head in, rats will soon take over your home. If there is a hole in your heart large enough for the devil to get his head in, he'll waste no time moving in too.
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Nancy B. Brewer
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Some grown-ups could be so inherently stupid. Try banning homework sometime. You might see those straight A's so many parents long for.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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It's funny how getting stabbed through the heart by a friend can bring your whole school year down.
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Heather Brewer (Ninth Grade Slays (The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #2))
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Life is a killer on the other side of the stake. Especially if your a vampire or a slayer.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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I wuff aunt Newwy's chippen!
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Heather Brewer
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I look up momentarily stunned, then angry.
What the Hell is that dirtbag doing here?
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Annie Brewer (Back To You)
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sometimes you have to be alone to think and sometimes the best place for thinking is'int home.
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Heather Brewer
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Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you.
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Nancy B. Brewer (Letters from Lizzie)
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The sun flickers through the trees and shines upon the faces of the men lined up on the porches. Soldiers no more, just ordinary men who, by the grace of God, were spared to tell their stories
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Nancy B. Brewer (Beyond Sandy Ridge)
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Mother used to say if you stood out in a rain like that; it would wash away your sins-
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Nancy B. Brewer (Carolina Rain)
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This habit starts awfully early. Social psychologist Marilynn Brewer, who has been studying the nature of stereotypes for many years, once reported that her daughter returned from kindergarten complaining that βboys are crybabies.β25 The childβs evidence was that she had seen two boys crying on their first day away from home. Brewer, ever the scientist, asked whether there hadnβt also been little girls who cried. βOh yes,β said her daughter. βBut only some girls cry. I didnβt cry.β Brewerβs little girl was already dividing the world, as everyone does, into us and them. Us is the most fundamental social category in the brainβs organizing system, and itβs hardwired.
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Carol Tavris (Mistakes Were Made (But Not by Me): Why We Justify Foolish Beliefs, Bad Decisions, and Hurtful Acts)
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They saw even more ungodly thingsβthe first zipper; the first-ever all-electric kitchen, which included an automatic dishwasher; and a box purporting to contain everything a cook would need to make pancakes, under the brand name Aunt Jemimaβs. They sampled a new, oddly flavored gum called Juicy Fruit, and caramel-coated popcorn called Cracker Jack. A new cereal, Shredded Wheat, seemed unlikely to succeedββshredded doormat,β some called itβbut a new beer did well, winning the expositionβs top beer award. Forever afterward, its brewer called it Pabst Blue Ribbon.
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Erik Larson (The Devil in the White City)
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Doom. You recognize Doom easily. It's a feeling and a taste, and it's black, and it's very heavy. It comes down over your head, and wraps tentacles around you, and sinks long dirty fingernails into your heart. It has a stink of burning garbage.
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Gil Brewer (The Vengeful Virgin)
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There is a classic psychology experiment that seems to confirm Brewer's point. Children who enjoy drawing were given marker pens and allowed to go at it. Some were rewarded for drawing (they were given a certificate with a gold seal and a ribbon, and told ahead of time about this arrangement, whereas for others the issue of rewards was never raised. Weeks later, those who had been rewarded took less interest in drawing, and their drawings were judged to be lower in quality, whereas those who had not been rewarded continued to enjoy the activity and produced higher-quality drawings. The hypothesis is that the child begins to attribute his interest, which previously needed no justification, to the external reward, and this has the effect of reducing his intrinsic interest in it. That is, an external reward can affect one's interpretation of one's own motivation, an interpretation that comes to be self-fulfilling.
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Matthew B. Crawford (Shop Class as Soulcraft: An Inquiry Into the Value of Work)
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When will it begin, anyway?"
Sirus held his gaze for a moment, his eyes full of concern- a concern that Joss didn't understand.
"Probably sooner than you're ready for."
"When's that?"
"Well." Sirus sighed, as if doing the math in his head."It'll take us about three minutes to gather this stuff and get to the cabin, and another two or three for Abraham to realize you're here. So I'd say you have about seven more minutes of freedom left.
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Heather Brewer (First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles, #1))
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Umm, well do I have to tell you how itβs done?β I tease, as I get on my knees and lean over him, . A wide smile spreads over his face as I straddle his lap.
βOh, are you taking dominance? I think I like that.β He grips his hands on my hips, pulling me as close as he can get.
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Annie Brewer (Choices (Choices, #1))
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There are those who don't understand the nobility of horror fiction. 'Isn't there enough horror in the world?' they ask. For all other forms of literature, the value of human life is optional. For horror fiction, it's absolutely necessary. If we don't value the life of the threatened protagonist, we can't be scared. And through our fear, we better understand the individual fears and values of our species across the world.
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Ebenezer Cobham Brewer
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In his book In This Very Life, the Burmese meditation teacher Sayadaw U Pandita, wrote, "In their quest for happiness, people mistake excitement of the mind for real happiness." We get excited when we hear good news, start a new relationship, or ride a roller coaster. Somewhere in human history, we were conditioned to think that the feeling we get when dopamine fires in our brain equals happiness. Don't forget, this was probably set up so that we would remember where food could be found, not to give us the feeling "you are now fulfilled." To be sure, defining happiness is a tricky business, and very subjective. Scientific definitions of happiness continue to be controversial and hotly debated. The emotion doesn't seem to be something that fits into a survival-of-the-fittest learning algorithm. But we can be reasonably sure that the anticipation of a reward isn't happiness.
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Judson Brewer (The Craving Mind: From Cigarettes to Smartphones to Love β Why We Get Hooked and How We Can Break Bad Habits)
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Whether this propensity be one of those original principles in human nature of which no further account can be given; or whether, as seems more probable, it be the necessary consequence of the faculties of reason and speech, it belongs not to our present subject to inquire. It is common to all men, and to be found in no other race of animals, which seem to know neither this nor any other species of contracts. Two greyhounds, in running down the same hare, have sometimes the appearance of acting in some sort of concert. Each turns her towards his companion, or endeavours to intercept her when his companion turns her towards himself. This, however, is not the effect of any contract, but of the accidental concurrence of their passions in the same object at that particular time. Nobody ever saw a dog make a fair and deliberate exchange of one bone for another with another dog. Nobody ever saw one animal by its gestures and natural cries signify to another, this is mine, that yours; I am willing to give this for that. When an animal wants to obtain something either of a man or of another animal, it has no other means of persuasion but to gain the favour of those whose service it requires. A puppy fawns upon its dam, and a spaniel endeavours by a thousand attractions to engage the attention of its master who is at dinner, when it wants to be fed by him. Man sometimes uses the same arts with his brethren, and when he has no other means of engaging them to act according to his inclinations, endeavours by every servile and fawning attention to obtain their good will. He has not time, however, to do this upon every occasion. In civilised society he stands at all times in need of the cooperation and assistance of great multitudes, while his whole life is scarce sufficient to gain the friendship of a few persons. In almost every other race of animals each individual, when it is grown up to maturity, is entirely independent, and in its natural state has occasion for the assistance of no other living creature. But man has almost constant occasion for the help of his brethren, and it is in vain for him to expect it from their benevolence only. He will be more likely to prevail if he can interest their self-love in his favour, and show them that it is for their own advantage to do for him what he requires of them. Whoever offers to another a bargain of any kind, proposes to do this. Give me that which I want, and you shall have this which you want, is the meaning of every such offer; and it is in this manner that we obtain from one another the far greater part of those good offices which we stand in need of. It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest. We address ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities but of their advantages. Nobody but a beggar chooses to depend chiefly upon the benevolence of his fellow-citizens. Even a beggar does not depend upon it entirely. The charity of well-disposed people, indeed, supplies him with the whole fund of his subsistence. But though this principle ultimately provides him with all the necessaries of life which he has occasion for, it neither does nor can provide him with them as he has occasion for them. The greater part of his occasional wants are supplied in the same manner as those of other people, by treaty, by barter, and by purchase. With the money which one man gives him he purchases food. The old clothes which another bestows upon him he exchanges for other old clothes which suit him better, or for lodging, or for food, or for money, with which he can buy either food, clothes, or lodging, as he has occasion.
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Adam Smith (The Wealth of Nations)