Champion Quotes

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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
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Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
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I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion'.
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Muhammad Ali
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Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days donโ€™t last forever, you know. But Iโ€™ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Iโ€™ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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But she was her own champion now.
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Sarah J. Maas (Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4))
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The true hero is flawed. The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph, but whether he can overcome obstacles - preferably of his own making - in order to triumph.
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Garth Stein (The Art of Racing in the Rain)
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Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have the skill, and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.
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Muhammad Ali
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Then Day reaches out and touches my hand with his. He encloses it in a handshake. And just like that, I am linked with him again, I feel the pulse of our bond and his- tory and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together. โ€œHi,โ€ he says. โ€œIโ€™m Daniel.โ€ โ€œHi,โ€ I reply. โ€œIโ€™m June.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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To be a great champion you must believe you are the best. If youโ€™re not, pretend you are.
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Muhammad Ali
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Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?" At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting. Years ago, when they'd raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death. Of course I told him about you," Liesel said.
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Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)
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Kilgore Trout once wrote a short story which was a dialogue between two pieces of yeast. They were discussing the possible purposes of life as they ate sugar and suffocated in their own excrement. Because of their limited intelligence, they never came close to guessing that they were making champagne.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Champions have the courage to keep turning the pages because they know a better chapter lies ahead.
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Paula White
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We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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You drive me insane June. You're the scariest, most clever, bravest person I know, and sometimes I can't catch my breath because I'm trying so hard to keep up. There will never be another like you. You realize that, don't you? Billions of people will come and go in this world, but there will never be another like you.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Donโ€™t just accept whatever comes your way in life. You were born to win; you were born for greatness; you were created to be a champion in life.
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Joel Osteen (Your Best Life Now: 7 Steps to Living at Your Full Potential)
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I hope,โ€ he replies softly, โ€œto get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Hi,โ€ he says. โ€œIโ€™m Daniel.โ€ โ€œHi,โ€ I reply. โ€œI'm June.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice! On behalf of the moon, I will right wrongs and triumph over evil, and that means you! - sailor moon
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Naoko Takeuchi
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He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. And within the most perfect champion, there is darkness. The question is, will one give in to the dark or the light? It's something we decide with every choice we make, every day that we exist. What might not be evil to you could be evil to someone else. Knowing this makes us powerful even without magic.
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Morgan Rhodes (Falling Kingdoms (Falling Kingdoms, #1))
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I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.
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Aberjhani (Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry)
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Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley and city that he has changed in the few years of his life, because he is the Republic, he is our light, and I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here. I love you, always.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I can have oodles of charm when I want to.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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You will never be entirely comfortable. This is the truth behind the champion - he is always fighting something. To do otherwise is to settle.
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Julien Smith (The Flinch)
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The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me. "The big show is inside my head," I said.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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I would be more than her guardian and her champion and the jester who made her laugh. I would be her everything, if I could. -Puck
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Julie Kagawa (Summer's Crossing (Iron Fey, #3.5))
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Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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We like to think of our champions and idols as superheroes who were born different from us. We donโ€™t like to think of them as relatively ordinary people who made themselves extraordinary.
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Carol S. Dweck (Mindset: The New Psychology of Success)
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June laughs. "I have to say, you look better than most people I see. I've heard a lot about you." "I hear about you a lot too," Eden replies in a rush, "mostly from Daniel. He thinks you're really hot.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Champions donโ€™t do extraordinary things. They do ordinary things, but they do them without thinking, too fast for the other team to react. They follow the habits theyโ€™ve learned.
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Charles Duhigg (The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business)
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in nonsense is strength
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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So, in the interests of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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I feel so out of place here. No matter how much money the Republic throws at me, I will forever be the boy from the streets.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.
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Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
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It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.
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Yann Martel (Life of Pi)
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There's a conflicted look in Day's eyes, a joy and a grief, that makes him so vulnerable. I realize how little defense he has against my words. He loves so wholly. It is his nature.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Storytellers are a threat. They threaten all champions of control, they frighten usurpers of the right-to-freedom of the human spirit -- in state, in church or mosque, in party congress, in the university or wherever.
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Chinua Achebe (Anthills of the Savannah)
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Every child needs a champion.
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Hillary Rodham Clinton
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I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.
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Michael Moorcock (Elric: The Stealer of Souls (Eternal Champion, #11))
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I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them-a desire, a dream, a vison.
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Mahatma Gandhi
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Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Beer has that Olympic medal color,โ€ Rot replied, โ€œbut does it have a winning taste? Iโ€™d hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, Iโ€™ll stick to my red wine.
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Jarod Kintz (The Mandrake Hotel and Resort to violence if necessary)
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Without emotion, whatโ€™s the point of being human?
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Fucking was how babies were made.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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You know what truth is? [...] It's some crazy thing my neighbor believes. If I want to make friends with him, I ask him what he believes. He tells me, and I say, "Yeah, yeah - ain't it the truth?
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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When you go through difficult times, make sure you pass the test. Donโ€™t be stubborn and hardheaded. Recognize that God is refining you, knocking off some of your rough edges. Stand strong and fight the good fight of faith. God has called each of us to be champions; you are destined to win. If you will work with God and keep a good attitude, then no matter what comes against you, the bible says that all things โ€“ not just the good things in life, but all things โ€“ work together for your good.
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Joel Osteen (Your Best Life Now: 7 Steps to Living at Your Full Potential)
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You're going to keep a low profile throughout the entire competition... You're going to stay solidly in the middle, where no one will look your way, because you're not a threat, because they'll think that you'll be eliminated sooner or later, and they should focus their attention on getting rid of bigger, stronger, faster champions like Cain. 'But you're going to outlast them,' Chaol continued. 'And when they wake up the morning of the final duel and find that you are their opponent, and that you have beaten them, the look on their faces will make all of the insults and lack of attention worthwhile.
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Sarah J. Maas (Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass, #1))
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Her salary as Kingโ€™s Champion was considerable, and Celaena spent every last copper of it. Shoes, hats, tunics, dresses, jewelry, weapons, baubles for her hair, and books. Books and books and books. So many books that Philippa had to bring up another bookcase for her room.
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Sarah J. Maas (Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2))
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I was glad my father was an eye-smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it's impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren't feeling twinkly yourself. A mouth-smile is different. You can fake a mouth-smile any time you want, simply by moving your lips. I've also learned that a real mouth-smile always has an eye-smile to go with it. So watch out, I say, when someone smiles at you but his eyes stay the same. It's sure to be a phony.
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Roald Dahl (Danny the Champion of the World)
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No matter what happens in the future, no matter where our paths take us, this moment will be ours.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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But she was her own champion now. And she would not add another name of her beloved dead to her flesh.
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Sarah J. Maas (Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4))
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Champions keep playing until they get it right.
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Billie Jean King
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Who you are tomorrow begins with what you do today.
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Tim Fargo
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Clouds suit my mood just fine.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.
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Mia Hamm
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I love how he sometimes gets embarrassed by the mushy stuff between us and then his voice gets all gruff and he tickles me or kisses me to shut us both up. Boy, do we ever kiss. We make out like champions.
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Cynthia Hand
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I can't tell if you're serious or not,' said the driver. I won't know myself until I find out if life is serious or not,' said Trout. 'It's dangerous, I know, and it can hurt a lot. That doesn't necessarily mean it's serious, too.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Everyone has the fire, but the champions know when to ignite the spark.
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Amit Ray (Enlightenment Step by Step)
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I am a member of the team, and I rely on the team, I defer to it and sacrifice for it, because the team, not the individual, is the ultimate champion.
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Mia Hamm
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I'm your husband...โ€ โ€œNo. You are not my husband,โ€ she interrupted in a voice thickened with hatred and tears. โ€œYou have never been my husband. A husband loves, honours and cherishes! A husband is a lover and a champion... Look into the next room if you want to see what a real husband is, because you are no such thing!
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Natasha Anders (The Unwanted Wife (Unwanted, #1))
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To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.
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Rick Riordan (The Red Pyramid (The Kane Chronicles, #1))
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I'm so tired. I don't know if I can ever outrun how I used to be.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Please don't take him away from this world. Please don't let him die here in my arms, not after everything we've been through together, not after You've taken so many others. Please, I beg You, let him live. I am willing to sacrifice anything to make this happen- I'm willing to do anything You ask. Maybe you'll laugh at me for such a naive promise, but I mean it in earnest, and I don't care if it makes no sense or seems impossible. Let him live. Please. I can't bear this a second time. Tell me there is still good in this world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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What is the purpose of life?...To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool!
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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That's why I'm sorry. I'm sorry because you shouldn't have to be everything to me. I had you, but I'd forgotten that I had myself too. It's a new feeling, something I'm getting used to.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done. But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her again, even if she abandoned her duties as King's Champion and stayed with the Fae in Wendlyn forever-as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her... He'd sell his soul again and again for that.
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Sarah J. Maas (Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2))
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The sun rises every day. What is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer! I will often admire beautiful sunrise, but I will never consider the sun a champion for having risen.
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Garth Stein (The Art of Racing in the Rain)
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Unless a man becomes the enemy of an evil, he will not even become its slave but rather its champion.
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G.K. Chesterton
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Day just smiles at me, an expression so sad that it breaks through my numbness, and I begin to cry. Those bright blue eyes. Before me is the boy who has bandaged my wounds on the streets of Lake, who has guarded his family with every bone in his body, who has stayed by my side in spite of everything, the boy of light and laughter and life, of grief and fury and passion, the boy whose fate is intertwined with mine, forever and always. "I love you," he whispers. "Can you stay awhile?
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I can sleep like a champion. I once slept through a smoke alarm going off. For three hours. In my bedroom.
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Maureen Johnson (Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances)
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Running isn't a sport for pretty boys...It's about the sweat in your hair and the blisters on your feet. Its the frozen spit on your chin and the nausea in your gut. It's about throbbing calves and cramps at midnight that are strong enough to wake the dead. It's about getting out the door and running when the rest of the world is only dreaming about having the passion that you need to live each and every day with. It's about being on a lonely road and running like a champion even when there's not a single soul in sight to cheer you on. Running is all about having the desire to train and persevere until every fiber in your legs, mind, and heart is turned to steel. And when you've finally forged hard enough, you will have become the best runner you can be. And that's all that you can ask for.
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Paul Maurer (The Gift - A Runner's Story)
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Magnus Bane,โ€ said Magnus. โ€œHigh Warlock of Brooklyn and Scrabble champion.
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Cassandra Clare (What to Buy the Shadowhunter Who Has Everything (The Bane Chronicles, #8))
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Goodbye blue Monday.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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When two people are cuddled close, they can really warm up one burrito. It may take all night, but I like my cheese melted. #CuddleChampion
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Jarod Kintz (This Book is Not for Sale)
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Champions do not become champions when they win the event, but in the hours, weeks, months and years they spend preparing for it. The victorious performance itself is merely the demonstration of their championship character.
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Alan Armstrong
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Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men's reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.
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Hunter S. Thompson (The Great Shark Hunt: Strange Tales from a Strange Time (The Gonzo Papers, #1))
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A consequence of female self-love is that the woman grows convinced of social worth. Her love for her body will be unqualified, which is the basis of female identification. If a woman loves her own body, she doesn't grudge what other women do with theirs; if she loves femaleness, she champions its rights. It's true what they say about women: Women are insatiable. We are greedy. Our appetites do need to be controlled if things are to stay in place. If the world were ours too, if we believed we could get away with it, we would ask for more love, more sex, more money, more commitment to children, more food, more care. These sexual, emotional, and physical demands would begin to extend to social demands: payment for care of the elderly, parental leave, childcare, etc. The force of female desire would be so great that society would truly have to reckon with what women want, in bed and in the world.
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Naomi Wolf (The Beauty Myth)
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Earthlings went on being friendly, when they should have been thinking instead.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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A MILLION THOUGHTS POUR THROUGH MY HEAD, BUT LIKE HER, I STAY SILENT. THEREโ€™S SIMPLY NOTHING TO SAY.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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People took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. so they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Much of the conversation in the country consisted of lines from television shows, both past and present.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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true champions arent always the ones that win,but those with the most guts.
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Mia Hamm
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I don't need to be fixed anymore. That job's already been done. I love you, Annabelle. -Heath Champion-
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Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Match Me If You Can (Chicago Stars, #6))
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Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Can one mistake really destroy a lifetime together?
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.
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Jonathan Safran Foer (Everything Is Illuminated)
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And elsewhere in the woods, there is another party, one taking place inside a hollow hill, full of night-blooming flowers. There, a pale boy plays a fiddle with newly mended fingers while his sister dances with his best friend. There, a monster whirls about, branches waving in time with the music, There, a prince of the Folk takes up the mantle of king, embracing a changeling like a bother, and, with a human boy at his side, names a girl his champion.
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Holly Black (The Darkest Part of the Forest)
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The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Feedback is the breakfast of champions
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Kenneth H. Blanchard
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The Motto of Champions: If you are hurt, you can suck it up and press on. If injured, you can rebound and return bigger and better...and continue to inspire!
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T.F. Hodge (From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence")
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A winner is that person who gets up one more time than she is knocked down.
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Mia Hamm (Go For the Goal: A Champion's Guide To Winning In Soccer And Life)
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Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller the impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops the impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly
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Charles Bukowski (You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense)
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Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. And within the most perfect champion, there is also darkness. The question is, will one give in to the dark or the light?
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Morgan Rhodes (Falling Kingdoms (Falling Kingdoms, #1))
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The world's greatest champion of woman and womanhood is Jesus the Christ.
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James E. Talmage (Jesus the Christ: A Study of the Messiah and His Mission According to Holy Scriptures, Both Ancient and Modern)
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For a small moment, I fix my eyes on his, telling him silently everything that I'll never say to him aloud.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Champions never sleep, the eternal spirit keep them alert and awake.
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Amit Ray (Enlightenment Step by Step)
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My name is Mia Corvere. Blade of the Red Church. Champion of the Venatus Magni. Chosen of the Dark Mother and Queen of Scoundrels. Never call me girl again.
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Jay Kristoff (Darkdawn (The Nevernight Chronicle, #3))
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Mom used to say that having three boys was kind of like having a pet tornado that talked back.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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He loves so wholly. It is his nature. He blinks, then tries to find the right response. "I-" he stumbles. "I'm so afraid, June. So afraid of what might happen to-" I put two fingers against his lips to hush him. "Fear makes you stronger," I whisper. Before I can stop myself, I put my hands on his face and press my mouth to his.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Dwayne's bad chemicals made him take a loaded thirty-eight caliber revolver from under his pillow and stick it in his mouth. This was a tool whose only purpose was to make holes in human beings.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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The hard days are the best because that's where champions are made so if you can push through, you can push through anything!
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Gabby Douglas
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I took an oath June. I am still bound by that oath. I will die with honor for sacrificing everything I have-everything-for my country.. And yet, Day is a legend, while I am to be executed." His voice finally breaks with all his anger and inner torment, the injustice he feels. "It makes no sense." I stand up. Behind me, guards move toward the cell door. "You're wrong," I say sadly. "It makes perfect sense." "Why?" "Because Day chose to walk in the light." I turn my back on him for the last time. The door opens; the cell's bars make way for the hall, a new rotation of prison guards, freedom. "And so did Metias.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Palindrome as well. My sister's name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.
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Jasper Fforde (The Big Over Easy (Nursery Crime, #1))
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Absolute power is absolute power, no matter what itโ€™s called.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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She could forgive the girl who had needed a captain of the guard to offer stability after a year in hell; forgive the girl who had needed a captain to be her champion. But she was her own champion now.
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Sarah J. Maas (Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4))
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Ideas on earth were badges of friendship or enmity. Their content did not matter. Friends agreed with friends, in order to express friendliness. Enemies disagreed with enemies, in order to express enimity.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Heyโ€”with your metal leg and half a brain, and my four leftover senses, we almost make a whole person.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I feel the pulse of our bond and history and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together. 'Hi,' he says. 'I'm Daniel.' 'Hi,' I reply. 'I'm June.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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To be a champion, you must have no ego at all. You must not exist as a separate entity. You must give yourself over to the race. You are nothing if not for your team, your car, your shoes, your tires. Do not mistake confidence and self-awareness for egotism.
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Garth Stein (The Art of Racing in the Rain)
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God is the Champion at bringing people from a place of destruction to a place of total victory. As they reach that place of victory they become trophies of his grace. and they are set on the display as a fragrant reminder of God's goodness.
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Joyce Meyer (Beauty for Ashes: Receiving Emotional Healing)
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I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.
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Connie Brockway (The Bridal Season (Bridal Stories, #1))
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He was a graduate of West Point, which is military academy that turns young men into homicidal maniacs for use in war.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Dear Sir, poor sir, brave sir." he read, "You are an experiment by the Creator of the Universe. You are the only creature in the entire Universe who has free will. You are the only one who has to figure out what to do next - and why. Everybody else is a robot, a machine. Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines. You are pooped and demoralized, " read Dwayne. "Why wouldn't you be? Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Rumor has it she was your Champion this fall. Do you wish to deal with this?" Dorian said smoothly, "You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her." ... Aelin and Aelin looked at each other. The one in black grinned up at the newcomer. "Oh, you ARE gorgeous, aren't you?" ... Aelin and Lysandra fixed the warrior with an unimpressed look that would have sent lesser men running.
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Sarah J. Maas (Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5))
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Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I look down at our knees, slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine? Does she even realize what she's doing to me? I know, I know. I'm not a virgin and the slightest touch of a girl's knee is driving me insane. I don't even know what I'm feeling for Maggie, I just know that I'm feeling. It's something I've tried to avoid and deny until yesterday, when I held her in my arms while her tears spilled onto my shirt. God, our knees touching isn't enough. I need more. She's knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I want to touch her, but what if she pulls awayย like before? I've never been such a wuss with a girl in my life. I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand. She doesn't seem fazed so I move closer. And closer. When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist, she freezes. But she doesn't jerk her hand away. God, her skin is so soft, I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth, manicured nails. I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. It's more erotic, more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward andย inexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus. When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I'm grateful she hasn't come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows myย thoughts, we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm...finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than I'd realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one. With a slight shift of my hand, I lace my fingers through hers. I'm holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong. I'm not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. She's avoided looking right at me, but now she turns her headย and our eyes lock. God, how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on them? The bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. It's our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind, still reeling.
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Simone Elkeles (Leaving Paradise (Leaving Paradise, #1))
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The Rider A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn't catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.
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Naomi Shihab Nye (Fuel)
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But I also realize that winning doesn't always mean getting first place; it means getting the best out of yourself.
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Meb Keflezighi (Run to Overcome: The Inspiring Story of an American Champion's Long-Distance Quest to Achieve a Big Dream)
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Vietnam was a country where America was trying to make people stop being communists by dropping things on them from airplanes.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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To believe in a child is to believe in the future. Through their aspirations they will save the world. With their combined knowledge the turbulent seas of hate and injustice will be calmed. They will champion the causes of life's underdogs, forging a society without class discrimination. They will supply humanity with music and beauty as it has never known. They will endure. Towards these ends I pledge my life's work. I will supply the children with tools and knowledge to overcome the obstacles. I will pass on the wisdom of my years and temper it with patience. I shall impact in each child the desire to fulfill his or her dream. I shall teach.
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Henry James
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So many misconceptions surround the notion of heroism. Far too many categorize a hero as a champion on the battlefield, a commander of legions, a master of rare talent or ability. Granted, there have been heroes who fit those descriptions. But many men of great evil as well. Heed me. A hero sacrifices for the greater good. A hero is true to his or her conscience. In short, heroism means doing the right thing regardless of the consequences. Although any person could fit that description, very few do. Choose this day to be one of them." (Beyonders - A World Without Heroes)
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Brandon Mull
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He has tears in his eyes now. The sight is more than I can bear. He takes two steps away from me and then turns back like a caged animal. โ€œDo you even love me?โ€ he suddenly asks. He grips both of my shoulders. โ€œIโ€™ve said it to you before, and I still mean it. But Iโ€™ve never heard it from you.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Thank God for novelists. Thank God there are people willing to write everything down. Otherwise, so much would be forgotten.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Honest to God, Bill, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I'm a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei's face. I laughed till my sides hurt.
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George R.R. Martin (A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, #1))
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Opportunity doesn't make appointments, you have to be ready when it arrives.
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Tim Fargo
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The true hero is flawed. The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph, but whether he can overcome obstacles--preferably of his own making--in order to triumph. A hero without a flaw is of no interest to an audience or to the universe, which, after all, is based on conflict and opposition, the irresistible force meeting the unmovable object.
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Garth Stein (The Art of Racing in the Rain)
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He had a penis eight hundred miles long and two hundred and ten miles in diameter, but practically all of it was in the fourth dimension.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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You are pooped and demoralised,โ€ read Dwayne. โ€œWhy wouldnโ€™t you be? Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasnโ€™t meant to be reasonable.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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You see, when you're middle class, you have to live with the fact that history will ignore you. You have to live with the fact that history can never champion your causes and that history will never feel sorry for you. It is the price that is paid for day-to-day comfort and silence. And because of this price, all happinesses are sterile; all sadnesses go unpitied.
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Douglas Coupland
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I wasn't meant to live long. It simply wasn't written in my stars.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I don't know where this pressure came from. I can't blame my parents because it has always felt internal. Like any other parent, my mother celebrated the A grades and the less-than-A grades she felt there was no need to tell anybody about. But not acknowledging the effort that ended in a less than perfect result impacted me as a child. If I didn't win, then we wouldn't tell anyone that I had even competed to save us the embarrassment of acknowledging that someone else was better. Keeping the secret made me think that losing was something to be ashamed of, and that unless I was sure I was going to be the champion there was no point in trying. And there was certainly no point to just having fun.
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Portia de Rossi (Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain)
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The ocean," I said, "look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished. It's nice to be a champion. It's nice to know your moves.
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Charles Bukowski (Post Office)
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I reach out to touch one of the walls, imagining that I can feel his life and warmth through it, and I look around again, up toward the rooftops and then all the way to the night sky where a few faint stars can be seen, and there I think I really can see him. I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley and city that he has changed in the few years of his life, because he is the Republic, he is our light, and I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here. I love you, always.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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When had Eden grown up? I feel like I blinked and missed it.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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As for myself: I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing sacred about myself or about any human being, that we were all machines, doomed to collide and collide and collide.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Success is a decision, not a gift.
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Steve Backley (The Champion in all of Us: 12 Rules for Success)
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Completely forgetting about dinner, he walked slowly back up to Gryffindor tower. Cho's voice echoing in his ears with every step he took... 'Cedric - Cedric Diggory' . He had been starting to quite like Cedric - prepared to overlook the fact that he had once beaten him at Quidditch, and was handsome, and popular, and nearly everyone's favourite champion. Now he suddenly realised Cedric was in fact a useless pretty-boy who didn't have enough brains to fill an eggcup.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter, #4))
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I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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It's an entire world of just 64 squares. I feel safe in it. I can control it; I can dominate it. And it's predictable. So, if I get hurt, I only have myself to blame.
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Walter Tevis (The Queen's Gambit)
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There are three types of people in this world. Firstly, there are people who make things happen. Then there are people who watch things happen. Lastly, there are people who ask, what happened? Which do you want to be?
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Steve Backley (The Champion in all of Us: 12 Rules for Success)
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Bad chemicals and bad ideas were the Yin and Yang of madness.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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The champions of socialism call themselves progressives, but they recommend a system which is characterized by rigid observance of routine and by a resistance to every kind of improvement. They call themselves liberals, but they are intent upon abolishing liberty. They call themselves democrats, but they yearn for dictatorship. They call themselves revolutionaries, but they want to make the government omnipotent. They promise the blessings of the Garden of Eden, but they plan to transform the world into a gigantic post office. Every man but one a subordinate clerk in a bureau.
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Ludwig von Mises (Bureaucracy)
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Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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But somewhere, a child surprises himself with his endurance, his quick mind, his dexterous hands. Somewhere a child accomplishes with ease that which usually takes great effort. And this child, who has been blind to his past, but his heart still beats for the thrill of the race, this child's soul awakens. And a new champion walks among us.
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Garth Stein (The Art of Racing in the Rain)
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Don't Count the Days; Make the Days Count.
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Muhammad Ali (The Soul of a Butterfly: Reflections on Life's Journey)
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As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books. Why were so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as paper facial tis-sues? Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their made-up tales. And so on.Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts would also be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done. If all writers would do that, then perhaps citizens not in the literary trades will understand that there is no order in the world around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead. It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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And while Trish stared - stared, as it now seemed, into her own eyes - Guy held her hand and watched the crowd: how it bled colour from the enormous room and drew all energy towards itself, forming one triumphal being; how it trembled, then burst or came or died, releasing individuality; and how the champion was borne along on its subsidence, his back slapped, his hair tousled, mimed by female hands and laughing, like the god of mobs.
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Martin Amis (London Fields)
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As for myself: I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing sacred about myself or any human being, that we were all machines, doomed to collide and collide and collide. For want of anything better to do, we became fans of collisions. Sometimes I wrote well about collisions, which meant I was a writing machine in good repair. Sometimes I wrote badly, which meant I was a writing machine in bad repair. I no more harbored sacredness than did a Pontiac, a mousetrap, or a South Bend Lathe.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me, since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large because I feel like it, which is this one: ETC.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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The women all had big minds because they were big animals, but they didn't use them for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies and the women, if they were going to achieve any sort of comfort and safety, needed all the friends they could get. So, in the interest of survival they trained themselves to be agreeing machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking and then they thought it too.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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...simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world's champions.... A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap-dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an "exhibitionist." How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, "Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Bluebeard)
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I will not pretend I wasn't petrified. I was. But mixed in with the awful fear was a glorious feeling of excitement. Most of the really exciting things we do in our lives scare us to death. They wouldn't be exciting if they didn't.
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Roald Dahl (Danny the Champion of the World)
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Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not. So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things. What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance. And all music is.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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So, when I thought June might take you away, I didnโ€™t know what to do. I felt like she was taking everything that mattered to me. I felt like she was taking away from you all the things that I didnโ€™t have. Thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m sorry. Iโ€™m sorry because you shouldnโ€™t have to be everything to me. I had you, but Iโ€™d forgotten that I had myself too.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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Meditation practice is like piano scales, basketball drills, ballroom dance class. Practice requires discipline; it can be tedious; it is necessary. After you have practiced enough, you become more skilled at the art form itself. You do not practice to become a great scale player or drill champion. You practice to become a musician or athlete. Likewise, one does not practice meditation to become a great meditator. We meditate to wake up and live, to become skilled at the art of living.
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Elizabeth Lesser (The Seeker's Guide: Making Your Life a Spiritual Adventure)
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Proper handling of a horse like this is no simple matter. He was trained to race, from birth. Not only to race, but to be the best. Once a champion, he was spoiled with attention and permissive handling. Add to that, he's an ungelded male, with a strong natural mating drive. It all adds up to a horse with a mile-wide streak of arrogance, bloody bored out of his mind. Without proper exercise and opportunities to mate, all that aggressive energy festers. He becomes moody, intractable, withdrawn, destructive." Ashworth raised an eyebrow at Bellamy. "Is it just me, or is this conversation becoming uncomfortably personal?" Spencer fumed. "I'm not referring to myself, you ass.
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Tessa Dare (One Dance with a Duke (Stud Club, #1))
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I want you to stop being subhuman and become 'yourself'. 'Yourself,' I say. Not the newspaper you read, not your vicious neighbor's opinion, but 'yourself.' I know, and you don't, what you really are deep down. Deep down, you are what a deer, your God, your poet, or your philosopher is. But you think you're a member of the VFW, your bowling club, or the Ku Klux Klan, and because you think so, you behave as you do. This too was told you long ago, by Heinrich Mann in Germany, by Upton Sinclair and John Dos Passos in the United States. But you recognized neither Mann nor Sinclair. You recognize only the heavyweight champion and Al Capone. If given your choice between a library and a fight, you'll undoubtedly go to the fight.
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Wilhelm Reich (Listen, Little Man!)
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Bishop stares at me. "What do you want me to say, Ivy?" he asks finally. "That I agree with what my father did? That I don't? What's the answer you're looking for?" "I'm not looking for a specific answer," I tell him, although the part of me that's been coached to kill him hopes he agrees with his father. "I want to know what you think." "I think," Bishop says, "that we can love our families without trusting everything they tell us. Without championing everything they stand for." He delivers the words matter-of-factly, but his eyes are locked on mine. "I think that sometimes things aren't as simple as our fathers want us to believe.
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Amy Engel (The Book of Ivy (The Book of Ivy, #1))
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You drive me insane, June,โ€ he murmurs against my hair. โ€œYouโ€™re the scariest, most clever, bravest person I know, and sometimes I canโ€™t catch my breath because Iโ€™m trying so hard to keep up. There will never be another like you. You realize that, donโ€™t you?โ€ I tilt my face up to see him. His eyes reflect the faint lights from the JumboTrons, a rainbow of evening colors. โ€œBillions of people will come and go in this world,โ€ he says softly, โ€œbut there will never be another like you.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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I stand there for a while, then sit cross-legged before it and bow my head. "Hi, Metias," I say in a soft voice. "Today's my birthday. Do you know how old I am now?" I close me eyes, and through the silence surrounding me I think I can sense a ghostly hand on my shoulder, my brother's gentle presence that I'm able to feel every now and then, in these quiet moments. I imagine him smiling down at me, his expression relaxed and free. "I'm twenty-seven today," I continue in a whisper. My voice catches for a moment. "We're the same age now." For the first tine in my life, I am no longer his little sister. Next year I will step across the line and he will still be in the same place. From now on, I will be older than he ever was. I try to move on to other thoughts, so I tell my brother's ghost about my year, my struggles and successes in commanding my own patrols, my hectic workweeks. I tell him, as I always do, that I miss him. And as always, I can hear the whisper of his ghost against my ear, his gentle reply that he misses me too. That he's looking out for me, from wherever he is.
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Marie Lu (Champion (Legend, #3))
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After a moment, his father looked up from the list and surveyed her. "Well done, Champion. Well done indeed." Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen. "Tell my exchequer to give you double last month's payment," the king said. Dorian felt his gorge rise- not just for the severed head and her blood- stiffened clothing, but also for the fact that he could not, for the life of him, find the girl had loved anywhere in her face. And from Chaol's expression, he knew his friend felt the same. Celaena bowed dramatically to the king, flourishing a hand before her. Then, with a smile devoid of any warmth, she stared down Chaol before stalking from the room, her dark cape sweeping behind her. Silence.
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Sarah J. Maas (Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2))
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What an irony it is that these living beings whose shade we sit in, whose fruit we eat, whose limbs we climb, whose roots we water, to whom most of us rarely give a second thought, are so poorly understood. We need to come, as soon as possible, to a profound understanding and appreciation for trees and forests and the vital role they play, for they are among our best allies in the uncertain future that is unfolding.
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Jim Robbins (The Man Who Planted Trees: Lost Groves, Champion Trees, and an Urgent Plan to Save the Planet)
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Perhaps there has been, at some point in history, some great power whose elevation was exempt from the violent exploitation of other human bodies. If there has been, I have yet to discover it. But this banality of violence can never excuse America, because America makes no claim to the banal. America believes itself exceptional, the greatest and noblest nation ever to exist, a lone champion standing between the white city of democracy and the terrorists, despots, barbarians, and other enemies of civilization. One cannot, at once, claim to be superhuman and then plead mortal error. I propose to take our countrymenโ€™s claims of American exceptionalism seriously, which is to say I propose subjecting our country to an exceptional moral standard. This is difficult because there exists, all around us, an apparatus urging us to accept American innocence at face value and not to inquire too much.
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Ta-Nehisi Coates (Between the World and Me)
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Paine suffered then, as now he suffers not so much because of what he wrote as from the misinterpretations of others... He disbelieved the ancient myths and miracles taught by established creeds. But the attacks on those creeds - or on persons devoted to them - have served to darken his memory, casting a shadow across the closing years of his life. When Theodore Roosevelt termed Tom Paine a 'dirty little atheist' he surely spoke from lack of understanding. It was a stricture, an inaccurate charge of the sort that has dimmed the greatness of this eminent American. But the true measure of his stature will yet be appreciated. The torch which he handed on will not be extinguished. If Paine had ceased his writings with 'The Rights of Man' he would have been hailed today as one of the two or three outstanding figures of the Revolution. But 'The Age of Reason' cost him glory at the hands of his countrymen - a greater loss to them than to Tom Paine. I was always interested in Paine the inventor. He conceived and designed the iron bridge and the hollow candle; the principle of the modern central draught burner. The man had a sort of universal genius. He was interested in a diversity of things; but his special creed, his first thought, was liberty. Traducers have said that he spent his last days drinking in pothouses. They have pictured him as a wicked old man coming to a sorry end. But I am persuaded that Paine must have looked with magnanimity and sorrow on the attacks of his countrymen. That those attacks have continued down to our day, with scarcely any abatement, is an indication of how strong prejudice, when once aroused, may become. It has been a custom in some quarters to hold up Paine as an example of everything bad. The memory of Tom Paine will outlive all this. No man who helped to lay the foundations of our liberty - who stepped forth as the champion of so difficult a cause - can be permanently obscured by such attacks. Tom Paine should be read by his countrymen. I commend his fame to their hands. {The Philosophy of Paine, June 7, 1925}
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Thomas A. Edison (Diary and Sundry Observations of Thomas Alva Edison)
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I am, and always have been - first, last, and always - a child of America. You raised me. I grew up in the pastures and hills of Texas, but I had been to thirty-four states before I learned how to drive. When I caught the stomach flu in the fifth grade, my mother sent a note to school written on the back of a holiday memo from Vice President Biden. Sorry, sirโ€”we were in a rush, and it was the only paper she had on hand. I spoke to you for the first time when I was eighteen, on the stage of the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, when I introduced my mother as the nominee for president. You cheered for me. I was young and full of hope, and you let me embody the American dream: that a boy who grew up speaking two languages, whose family was blended and beautiful and enduring, could make a home for himself in the White House. You pinned the flag to my lapel and said, โ€œWeโ€™re rooting for you.โ€ As I stand before you today, my hope is that I have not let you down. Years ago, I met a prince. And though I didnโ€™t realize it at the time, his country had raised him too. The truth is, Henry and I have been together since the beginning of this year. The truth is, as many of you have read, we have both struggled every day with what this means for our families, our countries, and our futures. The truth is, we have both had to make compromises that cost us sleep at night in order to afford us enough time to share our relationship with the world on our own terms. We were not afforded that liberty. But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable. America has always believed this. And so, I am not ashamed to stand here today where presidents have stood and say that I love him, the same as Jack loved Jackie, the same as Lyndon loved Lady Bird. Every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it, whom the American people will โ€œhold beside them in hearts and memories and history books. America: He is my choice. Like countless other Americans, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and Iโ€™m bisexual. History will remember us. If I can ask only one thing of the American people, itโ€™s this: Please, do not let my actions influence your decision in November. The decision you will make this year is so much bigger than anything I could ever say or do, and it will determine the fate of this country for years to come. My mother, your president, is the warrior and the champion that each and every American deserves for four more years of growth, progress, and prosperity. Please, donโ€™t let my actions send us backward. I ask the media not to focus on me or on Henry, but on the campaign, on policy, on the lives and livelihoods of millions of Americans at stake in this election. And finally, I hope America will remember that I am still the son you raised. My blood still runs from Lometa, Texas, and San Diego, California, and Mexico City. I still remember the sound of your voices from that stage in Philadelphia. I wake up every morning thinking of your hometowns, of the families Iโ€™ve met at rallies in Idaho and Oregon and South Carolina. I have never hoped to be anything other than what I was to you then, and what I am to you nowโ€”the First Son, yours in actions and words. And I hope when Inauguration Day comes again in January, I will continue to be.
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Casey McQuiston (Red, White & Royal Blue)
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Something thatโ€™s bothered me for a while now is the current profligacy in YA culture of Team Boy 1 vs Team Boy 2 fangirling. [...] Despite the fact that I have no objection to shipping, this particular species of team-choosing troubled me, though I had difficulty understanding why. Then I saw it applied to Suzanne Collinsโ€™s The Hunger Games trilogy โ€“ Team Peeta vs Team Gale โ€“ and all of a sudden it hit me that anyone who thought romance and love-triangles were the main event in that series had utterly missed the point. Sure, those elements are present in the story, but they arenโ€™t anywhere near being the bones of it, because The Hunger Games, more than anything else, is about war, survival, politics, propaganda and power. Seeing such a strong, raw narrative reduced to a single vapid argument โ€“ which boy is cuter? โ€“ made me physically angry. So, look. People read different books for different reasons. The thing I love about a story are not necessarily the things you love, and vice versa. But riddle me this: are the readers of these series really so excited, so thrilled by the prospect of choosing! between! two! different! boys! that they have to boil entire narratives down to a binary equation based on male physical perfection and, if weโ€™re very lucky, chivalrous behaviour? While feminism most certainly champions the right of women to chose their own partners, it also supports them to choose things besides men, or to postpone the question of partnership in favour of other pursuits โ€“ knowledge, for instance. Adventure. Careers. Wild dancing. Fun. Friendship. Travel. Glorious mayhem. And while, as a woman now happily entering her fourth year of marriage, Iโ€™d be the last person on Earth to suggest that male companionship is inimical to any of those things, whatโ€™s starting to bother me is the comparative dearth of YA stories which arenโ€™t, in some way, shape or form, focussed on Girls Getting Boyfriends, and particularly Hot Immortal Or Magical Boyfriends Whom They Will Love For All Eternity. Blog post: Love Team Freezer
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Foz Meadows
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Elric knew that everything that existed had its opposite. In danger he might find peace. And yet, of course, in peace there was danger. Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would always know paradox. And that was why in paradox there was always a kind of truth. That was why philosophers and soothsayers flourished. In a perfect world there would be no place for them. In an imperfect world the mysteries were always without solution and that was why there was always a great choice of solutions.
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Michael Moorcock (The Elric Saga Part I (Elric Saga, #1-3))
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His situation, insofar as he was a machine, was complex, tragic, and laughable. But the sacred part of him, his awareness, remained an unwavering band of light. And this book is being written by a meat machine in cooperation with a machine made of metal and plastic. The plastic, incidentally, is a close relative of the gunk in Sugar Creek. And at the core of the writing meat machine is something sacred, which is an unwavering band of light. At the core of each person who reads this book is a band of unwavering light. My doorbell has just rung in my New York apartment. And I know what I will find when I open my front door: an unwavering band of light.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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As for the story itself, it was entitled "The Dancing Fool." Like so many Trout stories, it was about a tragic failure to communicate. Here was the plot: A flying saucer creature named Zog arrived on Earth to explain how wars could be prevented and how cancer could be cured. He brought the information from Margo, a planet where the natives conversed by means of farts and tap dancing. Zog landed at night in Connecticut. He had no sooner touched down than he saw a house on fire. He rushed into the house, farting and tap dancing, warning the people about the terrible danger they were in. The head of the house brained Zog with a golfclub.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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I wonโ€™t get upset at you about a mistake. Iโ€™ll get upset at you for the next mistake that comes from still thinking about the last mistake.โ€ โ€“ Doc Rivers "Champions keep playing until they get it right. Then they play more." โ€“ Billie Jean King "Athletics are really the foundation of how kids' attitudes are formed and shaped. And that has to work with the coach and the parents." โ€“ Herm Edwards โ€œThe growth mindset says all of these things can be developed. All โ€“ you, your partner, and the relationship โ€“ are capable of growth and change.โ€ โ€“ Carol Dweck PPPK = ์ค‘๊ตญ ์‚ฌ๊ธฐ๊พผ Wickr me โ†’ weedsosa โ–ถ ์ˆ˜์ž… ๋–จํŒ๋งค(๊ทธ๋ผ์ธ๋“œX , Bud only) โ–ถ ๋งค ํšŒ ์„ธํƒ ๋ณด์•ˆ์ง€๊ฐ‘ ์‚ฌ์šฉ โ–ถ ๋น„๋Œ€๋ฉด ์•ˆ์ „๊ตฌ๋งค โ–ถ joh86921์ฉœwixsite์ฉœ์ปด/weedsosa โ–ฒํ•ด์™ธ์šฐํšŒ์„œ๋ฒ„ ์•ˆ์ „ ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ(์ˆ˜์ •ํ•˜์—ฌ ์ฃผ์†Œ์ฐฝ์— ์ ‘์†ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”.)โ–ฒ Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day. -Jesus Christ- โ€œPart of being a champ is acting like a champ. You have to learn how to win and not run away when you lose.โ€ โ€“ Nancy Kerrigan "Either find a way to succeed or make one." โ€“ Suzie Hoyt, Double-Goal Coachยฎ Award Winner, 2017 "Failure happens all the time. It happens every day in practice. What makes you better is how you react to it." โ€“ Mia Hamm โ€œStrive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.โ€ โ€“ Albert Einstein
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โ–ผ๋กœ์ปฌ ๋–จ ํŒ๋งค : wickr- weedsosa :๋งค ํšŒ ์„ธํƒ ๋ณด์•ˆ์ง€๊ฐ‘ ์‚ฌ์šฉ โ–ผ ๋–จ ๊ตฌ๋งคโ–ผ๋–จ ๊ตฌ์ž…โ–ผ๋–จ ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ฐฉ๋ฒ• wickr- weedsosa
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I was obviously born to draw better than most people, just as the widow Berman and Paul Slazinger were obviously born to tell stories better than most people can. Other people are obviously born to sing and dance or explain the stars in the sky or do magic tricks or be great leaders or athletes, and so on. I think that could go back to the time when people had to live in small groups of relatives -- maybe fifty or a hundred people at the most. And evolution or God or whatever arranged things genetically to keep the little families going, to cheer them up, so that they could all have somebody to tell stories around the campfire at night, and somebody else to paint pictures on the walls of the caves, and somebody else who wasn't afraid of anything and so on. That's what I think. And of course a scheme like that doesn't make sense anymore, because simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but the world's champions. The entire planet can get along nicely now with maybe a dozen champion performers in each area of human giftedness. A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tapdances on the coffee table like Fred Astair or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an 'exhibitionist.' How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, 'Wow! Were you ever _drunk_ last night!
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Bluebeard)
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I guess that isn't the right word," she said. She was used to apologizing for her use of language. She had been encouraged to do a lot of that in school. Most white people in Midland City were insecure when they spoke, so they kept their sentences short and their words simple, in order to keep embarrassing mistakes to a minimum. Dwayne certainly did that. Patty certainly did that. This was because their English teachers would wince and cover their ears and give them flunking grades and so on whenever they failed to speak like English aristocrats before the First World War. Also: they were told that they were unworthy to speak or write their language if they couldn't love or understand incomprehensible novels and poems and plays about people long ago and far away, such as Ivanhoe.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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[excerpt] The usual I say. Essence. Spirit. Medicine. A taste. I say top shelf. Straight up. A shot. A sip. A nip. I say another round. I say brace yourself. Lift a few. Hoist a few. Work the elbow. Bottoms up. Belly up. Set โ€˜em up. Whatโ€™ll it be. Name your poison. I say same again. I say all around. I say my good man. I say my drinking buddy. I say git that in ya. Then a quick one. Then a nightcap. Then throw one back. Then knock one down. Fast & furious I say. Could savage a drink I say. Chug. Chug-a-lug. Gulp. Sauce. Motherโ€™s milk. Everclear. Moonshine. White lightning. Firewater. Hootch. Relief. Now youโ€™re talking I say. Live a little I say. Drain it I say. Kill it I say. Feeling it I say. Wobbly. Breakfast of champions I say. I say candy is dandy but liquor is quicker. I say Houston, we have a drinking problem. I say the cause of, and solution to, all of lifeโ€™s problems. I say god only knows what Iโ€™d be without you. I say thirsty. I say parched. I say wet my whistle. Dying of thirst. Lap it up. Hook me up. Watering hole. Knock a few back. Pound a few down. My office. Out with the boys I say. Unwind I say. Nurse one I say. Apply myself I say. Toasted. Glow. A cold one a tall one a frosty I say. One for the road I say. Two-fisted I say. Never trust a man who doesnโ€™t drink I say. Drink any man under the table I say. Then a binge then a spree then a jag then a bout. Coming home on all fours. Could use a drink I say. A shot of confidence I say. Steady my nerves I say. Drown my sorrows. I say kill for a drink. I say keep โ€˜em cominโ€™. I say a stiff one. Drink deep drink hard hit the bottle. Two sheets to the wind then. Knackered then. Under the influence then. Half in the bag then. Out of my skull I say. Liquored up. Rip-roaring. Slammed. Fucking jacked. The booze talking. The room spinning. Feeling no pain. Buzzed. Giddy. Silly. Impaired. Intoxicated. Stewed. Juiced. Plotzed. Inebriated. Laminated. Swimming. Elated. Exalted. Debauched. Rock on. Drunk on. Bring it on. Pissed. Then bleary. Then bloodshot. Glassy-eyed. Red-nosed. Dizzy then. Groggy. On a bender I say. On a spree. I say off the wagon. I say on a slip. I say the drink. I say the bottle. I say drinkie-poo. A drink a drunk a drunkard. Swill. Swig. Shitfaced. Fucked up. Stupefied. Incapacitated. Raging. Seeing double. Shitty. Take the edge off I say. Thatโ€™s better I say. Loaded I say. Wasted. Off my ass. Befuddled. Reeling. Tanked. Punch-drunk. Mean drunk. Maintenance drunk. Sloppy drunk happy drunk weepy drunk blind drunk dead drunk. Serious drinker. Hard drinker. Lush. Drink like a fish. Boozer. Booze hound. Alkie. Sponge. Then muddled. Then woozy. Then clouded. What day is it? Do you know me? Have you seen me? When did I start? Did I ever stop? Slurring. Reeling. Staggering. Overserved they say. Drunk as a skunk they say. Falling down drunk. Crawling down drunk. Drunk & disorderly. I say high tolerance. I say high capacity. They say protective custody. Blitzed. Shattered. Zonked. Annihilated. Blotto. Smashed. Soaked. Screwed. Pickled. Bombed. Stiff. Frazzled. Blasted. Plastered. Hammered. Tore up. Ripped up. Destroyed. Whittled. Plowed. Overcome. Overtaken. Comatose. Dead to the world. The old K.O. The horrors I say. The heebie-jeebies I say. The beast I say. The dtโ€™s. Bโ€™jesus & pink elephants. A mindbender. Hittinโ€™ it kinda hard they say. Go easy they say. Last call they say. Quitting time they say. They say shut off. They say dry out. Pass out. Lights out. Blackout. The bottom. The walking wounded. Cross-eyed & painless. Gone to the world. Gone. Gonzo. Wrecked. Sleep it off. Wake up on the floor. End up in the gutter. Off the stuff. Dry. Dry heaves. Gag. White knuckle. Lightweight I say. Hair of the dog I say. Eye-opener I say. A drop I say. A slug. A taste. A swallow. Down the hatch I say. I wouldnโ€™t say no I say. I say whatever heโ€™s having. I say next oneโ€™s on me. I say bottoms up. Put it on my tab. I say one more. I say same again
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Nick Flynn (Another Bullshit Night in Suck City)
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He dabbed at his tuxedo with a damp rag, and the fungi came away easily. "Hate to do this, Bill," he said of the fungi he was murdering. "Fungi have as much right to life as I do. they know what they want, Bill. Damned if I do anymore." Then he thought about what Bill himself might want. It was easy to guess. "Bill," he said, "I like you so much, and I am such a big shot in the Universe, that I will make your three biggest wishes come true." He opened the door of the cage, something Bill couldn't have done in a thousand years. Bill flew over to the windowsill. He put his little shoulder against the glass. there was just one layer of glass between Bill and the great out-of-doors. Although Trough was in the storm window business, he had no storm windows on his own abode. "Your second wish is about to come true," said Trout, and he again did something which Bill could never have done. he opened the window. But the opening of the window was such an alarming business to the parakeet that he flew back to his cage and hopped inside. Trout closed the door of the cage and latched it. "That's the most intelligent use of three wishes I ever heard of," he told the bird. "You made sure you'd still have something worth wishing for--to get out of the cage.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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A lot of the nonsense was the innocent result of playfulness on the part of the founding fathers of the nation of Dwayne Hoover and Kilgore Trout. The founders were aristocrats, and they wished to show off their useless eduction, which consisted of the study of hocus-pocus from ancient times. They were bum poets as well. But some of the nonsense was evil, since it concealed great crime. For example, teachers of children in the United States of America wrote this date on blackboards again and again, and asked the children to memorize it with pride and joy: 1492 The teachers told the children that this was when their continent was discovered by human beings. Actually, millions of human beings were already living full and imaginative lives on the continent in 1492. That was simply the year in which sea pirates began to cheat and rob and kill them. Here was another piece of nonsense which children were taught: that the sea pirates eventually created a government which became a beacon of freedom of human beings everywhere else. There were pictures and statues of this supposed imaginary beacon for children to see. It was sort of ice-cream cone on fire. It looked like this: [image] Actually, the sea pirates who had the most to do with the creation of the new government owned human slaves. They used human beings for machinery, and, even after slavery was eliminated, because it was so embarrassing, they and their descendants continued to think of ordinary human beings as machines. The sea pirates were white. The people who were already on the continent when the pirates arrived were copper-colored. When slavery was introduced onto the continent, the slaves were black. Color was everything. Here is how the pirates were able to take whatever they wanted from anybody else: they had the best boats in the world, and they were meaner than anybody else, and they had gunpowder, which is a mixture of potassium nitrate, charcoal, and sulphur. They touched the seemingly listless powder with fire, and it turned violently into gas. This gas blew projectiles out of metal tubes at terrific velocities. The projectiles cut through meat and bone very easily; so the pirates could wreck the wiring or the bellows or the plumbing of a stubborn human being, even when he was far, far away. The chief weapon of the sea pirates, however, was their capacity to astonish. Nobody else could believe, until it was much too late, how heartless and greedy they were.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
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I thought Beatrice Keedsler had joined hands with other old-fashioned storytellers to make people believe that life had leading characters, minor characters, significant details, insignificant details, that it had lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, and a beginning, a middle, and an end. As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books. Why were so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as paper facial tissues? Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their madeup tales. And so on. Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts would also be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done. If all writers would do that, then perhaps citizens not in the literary trades will understand that there is no order in the world around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead. It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)