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What you're supposed to do when you don't like a thing is change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about it. Don't complain.
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Maya Angelou (Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now)
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Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.
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Mark Twain
β
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
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Rainbow Rowell (Eleanor & Park)
β
And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3))
β
You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, #1))
β
I suppose I'll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.
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Lemony Snicket (The Penultimate Peril (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #12))
β
I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
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Veronica Roth (Allegiant (Divergent, #3))
β
I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.
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Fannie Flagg (Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe)
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It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
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Joseph Conrad (An Outcast of the Islands)
β
Don't stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?"
"Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are."
"What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?"
"Don't be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
β
Theyβre not hideous,β said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. βWhat?β
βGideon and Gabriel,β said Tessa. βTheyβre really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.β
βI spoke,β said Will, in sepulchral tones, βof the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.β
Tessa snorted. βAnd what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?β
βMauve,β said Will.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
β
I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
β
β
Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
β
Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.
β
β
Nicholas Sparks
β
I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff."- Clary
"I was born amazing." - Jace
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
β
If I play a stupid girl and ask a stupid question, I've got to follow it through, what am I supposed to do, look intelligent?
β
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Marilyn Monroe
β
The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.
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Jodi Picoult (My Sisterβs Keeper)
β
Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.
β
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Sarah Dessen (Along for the Ride)
β
Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.
β
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Alan Lightman (Einsteinβs Dreams)
β
If youβre the sickness, I suppose you canβt also be the cure.
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Holly Black (The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2))
β
I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.
β
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Donna Tartt (The Secret History)
β
Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.
β
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Mitch Albom (The Five People You Meet in Heaven)
β
I suppose it is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail.
β
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Abraham H. Maslow (Toward a Psychology of Being)
β
Gaea?β Leo shook his head. βIsnβt that Mother Nature? Sheβs supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and dear and rabbits doing her laundry.β
βLeo, thatβs Snow White,β Piper said.
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Rick Riordan (The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus, #1))
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But I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.
β
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Gloria Naylor
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Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.
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Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1))
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I don't suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. I don't trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It's a sure sign that they don't really know anyone.
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Carlos Ruiz ZafΓ³n (The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #2))
β
No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
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Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you're supposed to.
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Susan Cain (Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking)
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A book is not supposed to be a mirror. It's supposed to be a door.
β
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Fran Lebowitz
β
White for Shadowhunters is the color of funerals," Luke explained. β But for mundanes, Jace, itβ s the color of weddings. Brides wear white to symbolize their purity.β
βI thought Jocelyn said her dress wasnβt white,β Simon said.
βWell,β said Jace, βI suppose that ship has sailed.β
Luke choked on his coffee.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
β
Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything.
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A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh (Winnie-the-Pooh, #1))
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It did what all ads are supposed to do: create an anxiety relievable by purchase.
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David Foster Wallace (Infinite Jest)
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Try not to have a good time...this is supposed to be educational.
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Charles M. Schulz
β
Noah: "You wanna dance with me?"
Allie: "Sure. Now?"
Noah: "Mmm Hmm"
Allie: "You're not supposed to dance in the street."
Noah: "You are supposed to dance in the street."
Allie: "Yeah, but we don't have any music."
Noah: "Well, we'll make some... Bum bum bum bum bum bum..."
Allie: "You're a terrible singer."
Noah: "I know."
Allie: "And I like this song.
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Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
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No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
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John Steinbeck (The Winter of Our Discontent)
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Sometimes the best way to find out what youβre supposed to do is by doing the thing youβre not supposed to do.
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Gayle Forman (Just One Day (Just One Day, #1))
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It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.
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Mitch Albom (The Time Keeper)
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Animals don't hate, and we're supposed to be better than them.
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Elvis Presley
β
Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? Weβre supposed to be exercising.
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Meg Cabot (Big Boned (Heather Wells, #3))
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Iβm here not because I am supposed to be here, or because Iβm trapped here, but because Iβd rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.
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Richard Bach (The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story)
β
i do not say 'good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in that. i believe against that.
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David Levithan (Will Grayson, Will Grayson)
β
Religious liberty might be supposed to mean that everybody is free to discuss religion. In practice it means that hardly anybody is allowed to mention it.
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G.K. Chesterton
β
I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.
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Daphne du Maurier (Rebecca)
β
My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?'
He was supposed to say: You deserve it. I love you.
But he said, 'Because I feel sorry for you.'
'Why?'
'Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.
β
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Gillian Flynn (Gone Girl)
β
I used to think soul mates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was like me. I don't believe in soul mates anymore and I'm not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I'd believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn't, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who's suffering from the same stuff you are.
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Taylor Jenkins Reid (Daisy Jones & The Six)
β
Well, that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way they have sex. So, if you want everyone here to think you're the kind of guy who just sits around andβ"
He stood up. "Let's dance.
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Richelle Mead (Succubus Blues (Georgina Kincaid, #1))
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You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'"
"Sorry," Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person.
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Michelle Hodkin (The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #1))
β
Can a magician kill a man by magic?β Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. βI suppose a magician might,β he admitted, βbut a gentleman never could.
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Susanna Clarke (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell)
β
People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.
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David Levithan (Every Day (Every Day, #1))
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Arenβt they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?β
βYes,β he said, getting up and pulling her to her feet along with him,β and Iβm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, youβll wind up making out with him, too.β
β Donβt be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.β
βIn that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
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I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.
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J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
β
I hate you,β Andrew said casually. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. βYou were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.β
βIβm not a hallucination,β Neil said, nonplussed.
βYou are a pipe dream,β Andrew said.
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Nora Sakavic (The King's Men (All for the Game, #3))
β
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
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Nick Hornby (A Long Way Down)
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Family isnβt something thatβs supposed to be static, or set. People marry in, divorce out. Theyβre born, they die. Itβs always evolving, turning into something else.
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Sarah Dessen (Lock and Key)
β
Don't believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.
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Douglas Adams
β
There were people who went to sleep last night,
poor and rich and white and black,
but they will never wake again.
And those dead folks would give anything at all
for just five minutes of this weather
or ten minutes of plowing.
So you watch yourself about complaining.
What you're supposed to do
when you don't like a thing is change it.
If you can't change it,
change the way you think about it.
β
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Maya Angelou
β
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
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Shirley Jackson (The Haunting of Hill House)
β
Finally, the truth. Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
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Don't just say you have read books. Show that through them you have learned to think better, to be a more discriminating and reflective person. Books are the training weights of the mind. They are very helpful, but it would be a bad mistake to suppose that one has made progress simply by having internalized their contents.
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Epictetus (The Art of Living: The Classical Manual on Virtue, Happiness and Effectiveness)
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Now he's [Cinna] arranging things around my living room: Clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he's drawn. I pick one up and examine one of the dresses I supposedly created.
You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say.
Get dressed, you worthless thing.
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Suzanne Collins (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))
β
Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say.
"For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot."
This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.
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Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1))
β
If we can just let go and trust that things will work out they way they're supposed to, without trying to control the outcome, then we can begin to enjoy the moment more fully. The joy of the freedom it brings becomes more pleasurable than the experience itself.
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Goldie Hawn
β
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it, and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, 'Please β a little less love, and a little more common decency'.
β
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!)
β
I wish someone had told me that love isnβt torture. Because I thought love was this thing that was supposed to tear you in two and leave you heartbroken and make your heart race in the worst way. I thought love was bombs and tears and blood. I did not know that it was supposed to make you lighter, not heavier. I didnβt know it was supposed to take only the kind of work that makes you softer. I thought love was war. I didnβt know it was supposed toβ¦ I didnβt know it was supposed to be peace.
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Taylor Jenkins Reid (Daisy Jones & The Six)
β
She knew he was angry, but she couldn't stop laughing. "Forgive me, Po. I was only trying to get your attention."
"And I suppose it never occurs to you to start small. If I told you my roof needed rebuilding, you'd start by knocking down the house.
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Kristin Cashore (Graceling (Graceling Realm, #1))
β
Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regularsβto be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recordingβall this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...
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Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)
β
Of course." He picked up the brown bag of candy on the table. "What's your . . ." He trailed off as he weighed the bag in his hands. "Didn't I give you three pounds of candy?"
She smiled impishly.
"You ate half the bag!"
"Was I supposed to save it?"
"I would have liked some!"
"You never told me that."
"Because I didn't expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!"
She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table. "Well, that just shows poor judgement on your part, doesn't it?
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Sarah J. Maas (Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass, #1))
β
Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.
He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.
βLet go of me!β I yelled back.
But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasnβt in total danger of falling again.
See, hereβs the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. Iβd come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.
I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."
Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
It wasnβt as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"Thatβs what I was supposed to say. . .β he gasped out.
Those were his last words.
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Richelle Mead (Blood Promise (Vampire Academy, #4))
β
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.
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Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club)
β
And how do you know that you're mad? "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" I suppose so, said Alice. "Well then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.
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β
Lewis Carroll (Aliceβs Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass)
β
You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right -- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don't. It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn't be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can't even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don't wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.
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Toni Morrison
β
Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
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David Foster Wallace (A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments)
β
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
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Shirley Jackson (The Haunting of Hill House)
β
CALVIN:
Isn't it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humor?
When you think about it, it's weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it's funny.
Don't you think it's odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?
HOBBES:
I suppose if we couldn't laugh at the things that don't make sense, we couldn't react to a lot of life.
β
β
Bill Watterson
β
Remind me again-why do you hate me so much?"
I don't hate you."
Could've fooled me."
She folded her cap of invisibility. "Look...we're just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals."
Why?"
She sighed. "How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena's temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her."
They must really like olives."
Oh, forget it."
Now, if she'd invented pizza-that I could understand.
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β
Rick Riordan (The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #1))
β
This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?"
Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave."
"Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?"
"He means Alec," Clary said helpfully.
"No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous."
"Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up.
β
β
Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
β
If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,β said Will. βBecause it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.β He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. βIt is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only ββ
βPointless, needless suffering and pain? I donβt suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,β Magnus said.
βI want more than that,β said Will. βYou made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.
β
β
Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β
To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing--I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.
β
β
Yann Martel (Life of Pi)
β
Doubt as sin. β Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature β is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.
β
β
Friedrich Nietzsche (Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality)
β
Then you're aping him. Valentine was one of the most arrogant and disrespectful men I've ever met. I suppose he brought you up to be just like him."
"Yes," Jace said, unable to help himself, "I was trained to be an evil mastermind from a young age. Pulling the wings off flies, poisoning the earth's water supply β I was covering that stuff in kindergarten. I guess we're all just lucky my father faked his own death before he got to the raping and pillaging part of my education, or no one would be safe.
β
β
Cassandra Clare (City of Ashes (The Mortal Instruments, #2))
β
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
β
β
John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)
β
It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we'd understood that back then-who knows?-maybe we'd have kept a tighter hold of one another.
β
β
Kazuo Ishiguro (Never Let Me Go)
β
Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what Iβm supposed to do right now. Right now I canβt sleep. Itβs right now that I canβt eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know heβs not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still donβt know what to do with all this hurt right now.
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β
Nina Guilbeau (Too Many Sisters)
β
You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.
β
β
Toni Morrison (Song of Solomon)
β
I love you, Roza." He kissed me again. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
The words were wonderful and dangerous. He shouldn't have said anything like that to me. He shouldn't have been promising he'd protect me, not when he was supposed to dedicate his life to protecting Moroi like Lissa. I couldn't be first in his heart, just like he couldn't be first in mine. That was why I shouldn't have said what I said next-but I did anyway.
"And I won't let anything happen to you," I promised. "I love you." He kissed me again, swallowing off any other words I might have added.
β
β
Richelle Mead (Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy, #3))
β
Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And heβs supposed to be our teacher!"
Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first - SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
"Donβt you dare call Hagrid pathetic you foulβyou evilβ"
"Hermione!" said Ron weakly and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
"Get off Ron!"
Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
"Cβmon," Malfoy muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
"Hermione!" Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.
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It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, to absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
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Charlotte BrontΓ« (Jane Eyre)
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All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, βOh, why canβt you remain like this for ever!β This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
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J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
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If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.
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Patrick Rothfuss
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The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not. We all wish it was not. But itβs a lie. I came from a country where race was not an issue; I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America. When you are black in America and you fall in love with a white person, race doesnβt matter when youβre alone together because itβs just you and your love. But the minute you step outside, race matters. But we donβt talk about it. We donβt even tell our white partners the small things that piss us off and the things we wish they understood better, because weβre worried they will say weβre overreacting, or weβre being too sensitive. And we donβt want them to say, Look how far weβve come, just forty years ago it would have been illegal for us to even be a couple blah blah blah, because you know what weβre thinking when they say that? Weβre thinking why the fuck should it ever have been illegal anyway? But we donβt say any of this stuff. We let it pile up inside our heads and when we come to nice liberal dinners like this, we say that race doesnβt matter because thatβs what weβre supposed to say, to keep our nice liberal friends comfortable. Itβs true. I speak from experience.
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Americanah)
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We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and youβll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But thereβs still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and theyβre often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
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Chuck Klosterman (Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story)
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Leo lowered his screwdriver. He looked at the ceiling and shook his head like, What am I gonna do with this guy?
"I try very hard to be annoying," Leo said. "Don't insult my ability to annoy. And how am I supposed to resent you if you go apologizing? I'm a lowly mechanic. You're like the prince of the sky, son of the Lord of the Universe. I'm supposed to resent you."
"Lord of the Universe?" (Jason)
"Sure, you're all-bam! Lightning man. And 'Watch me fly. I am the eagle that soars-" (Leo)
"Shut up, Valdez." (Jason)
Leo managed a little smile. "Yeah, see. I do annoy you."
"I apologize for apologizing." (Jason)
"Thank you." He went back to work, but the tension had eased between them. Leo still looked sad and exhausted-just not quite so angry.
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Rick Riordan (The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus, #1))
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The older lady harrumphed. "I warned you, daughter. This scoundrel Hades is no good. You could've married the god of doctors or the god of lawyers, but noooo. You had to eat the pomegranate."
"Mother-"
"And get stuck in the Underworld!"
"Mother, please-"
"And here it is August, and do you come home like you're supposed to? Do you ever think about your poor lonely mother?"
"DEMETER!" Hades shouted. "That is enough. You are a guest in my house."
"Oh, a house is it?" she said. "You call this dump a house? Make my daughter live in this dark, damp-"
"I told you," Hades said, grinding his teeth, "there's a war in the world above. You and Persephone are better off here with me."
"Excuse me," I broke in. "But if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?
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Rick Riordan (The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5))
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Knock, knock!" he called in a high, singsong voice.
For a moment, silence. Then a thud and a crash, as if something heavy had been hurled at the door. "Go away!" snarled the voice from within.
"Ah, no. That's not how the joke goes," called Rob. "I say 'knock, knock', and you're supposed to answer with 'who's there?'"
"Fuck off!"
Nope, that's still wrong." Robbie seemed unperturbed. I, however, was horrified at Ethan's language, though I knew it wasn't him. "Here," continued Rob in an amiable voice, "I'll go through the whole thing, so you'll know how to answer next time." He cleared his throat and pounded at the door again. "Knock, knock!" he bellowed. "Who's there? Puck! Puck who? Puck, who will turn you into a squealing pig and stuff you in the oven if you don't get out of our way!" And with that, he banged the door open.
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Julie Kagawa (The Iron King (The Iron Fey, #1))
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Question: I am interested in so many things, and I have a terrible fear because my mother keeps telling me that I'm just going to be exploring the rest of my life and never get anything done. But I find it really hard to set my ways and say, "Well, do I want to do this, or should I try to exploit that, or should I escape and completely do one thing?"
AnaΓ―s Nin: One word I would banish from the dictionary is 'escape.' Just banish that and you'll be fine. Because that word has been misused regarding anybody who wanted to move away from a certain spot and wanted to grow. He was an escapist. You know if you forget that word you will have a much easier time. Also you're in the prime, the beginning of your life; you should experiment with everything, try everything.... We are taught all these dichotomies, and I only learned later that they could work in harmony. We have created false dichotomies; we create false ambivalences, and very painful one's sometimes -the feeling that we have to choose. But I think at one point we finally realize, sometimes subconsciously, whether or not we are really fitted for what we try and if it's what we want to do.
You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there was too rigid a pattern. You came out of an education and are supposed to know your vocation. Your vocation is fixed, and maybe ten years later you find you are not a teacher anymore or you're not a painter anymore. It may happen. It has happened. I mean Gauguin decided at a certain point he wasn't a banker anymore; he was a painter. And so he walked away from banking. I think we have a right to change course. But society is the one that keeps demanding that we fit in and not disturb things. They would like you to fit in right away so that things work now.
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One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's a small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say.
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C.S. Lewis (The Silver Chair (Chronicles of Narnia, #4))
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Why aren't you in school? I see you every day wandering around."
"Oh, they don't miss me," she said. "I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? An hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break windowpanes in the Window Smasher place or wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing 'chicken' and 'knock hubcaps.' I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?
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Certainly the most destructive vice if you like, that a person can have. More than pride, which is supposedly the number one of the cardinal sins - is self pity. Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred's a subset of self pity and not the other way around - ' It destroys everything around it, except itself '.
Self pity will destroy relationships, it'll destroy anything that's good, it will fulfill all the prophecies it makes and leave only itself. And it's so simple to imagine that one is hard done by, and that things are unfair, and that one is underappreciated, and that if only one had had a chance at this, only one had had a chance at that, things would have gone better, you would be happier if only this, that one is unlucky. All those things. And some of them may well even be true. But, to pity oneself as a result of them is to do oneself an enormous disservice.
I think it's one of things we find unattractive about the american culture, a culture which I find mostly, extremely attractive, and I like americans and I love being in america. But, just occasionally there will be some example of the absolutely ravening self pity that they are capable of, and you see it in their talk shows. It's an appalling spectacle, and it's so self destructive. I almost once wanted to publish a self help book saying 'How To Be Happy by Stephen Fry : Guaranteed success'. And people buy this huge book and it's all blank pages, and the first page would just say - ' Stop Feeling Sorry For Yourself - And you will be happy '. Use the rest of the book to write down your interesting thoughts and drawings, and that's what the book would be, and it would be true. And it sounds like 'Oh that's so simple', because it's not simple to stop feeling sorry for yourself, it's bloody hard. Because we do feel sorry for ourselves, it's what Genesis is all about.
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According to Buddhism, the root of suffering is neither the feeling of pain nor of sadness nor even of meaninglessness. Rather, the real root of suffering is this never-ending and pointless pursuit of ephemeral feelings, which causes us to be in a constant state of tension, restlessness and dissatisfaction. Due to this pursuit, the mind is never satisfied. Even when experiencing pleasure, it is not content, because it fears this feeling might soon disappear, and craves that this feeling should stay and intensify. People are liberated from suffering not when they experience this or that fleeting pleasure, but rather when they understand the impermanent nature of all their feelings, and stop craving them. This is the aim of Buddhist meditation practices. In meditation, you are supposed to closely observe your mind and body, witness the ceaseless arising and passing of all your feelings, and realise how pointless it is to pursue them. When the pursuit stops, the mind becomes very relaxed, clear and satisfied. All kinds of feelings go on arising and passing β joy, anger, boredom, lust β but once you stop craving particular feelings, you can just accept them for what they are. You live in the present moment instead of fantasising about what might have been. The resulting serenity is so profound that those who spend their lives in the frenzied pursuit of pleasant feelings can hardly imagine it. It is like a man standing for decades on the seashore, embracing certain βgoodβ waves and trying to prevent them from disintegrating, while simultaneously pushing back βbadβ waves to prevent them from getting near him. Day in, day out, the man stands on the beach, driving himself crazy with this fruitless exercise. Eventually, he sits down on the sand and just allows the waves to come and go as they please. How peaceful!
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Haven't I? - he thought. Haven't I thought of it since the first time I saw you? Haven't I thought of nothing else for two years? ...He sat motionless, looking at her. He heard the words he had never allowed himself to form, the words he had felt, known, yet had not faced, had hoped to destroy by never letting them be said within his own mind. Now it was as sudden and shocking as if he were saying it to her ...Since the first time I saw you ...Nothing but your body, that mouth of yours, and the way your eyes would look at me, if ...Through every sentence I ever said to you, through every conference you thought so safe, through the importance of all the issues we discussed ...You trusted me, didn't you? To recognize your greatness? To think of you as you deserved - as if you were a man? ...Don't you suppose I know how much I've betrayed? The only bright encounter of my life - the only person I respected - the best business man I know - my ally - my partner in a desperate battle ...The lowest of all desires - as my answer to the highest I've met ...Do you know what I am? I thought of it, because it should have been unthinkable. For that degrading need, which would never touch you, I have never wanted anyone but you ...I hadn't known what it was like, to want it, until I saw you for the first time. I had thought : Not I, I couldn't be broken by it ...Since then ...For two years ...With not a moments respite ...Do you know what it's like, to want it? Would you wish to hear what I thought when I looked at you ...When I lay awake at night ...When I hear your voice over a telephone wire ...When I worked, but could not drive it away? ...To bring you down to things you cant conceive - and to know that it's I who have done it. To reduce you to a body, to teach you an animal's pleasure, to see you need it, to see you asking me for it, to see your wonderful spirit dependent on the upon the obscenity of your need. To watch you as you are, as you face the world with your clean, proud strength - then to see you, in my bed, submitting to any infamous whim I may devise, to any act which I'll preform for the sole purpose of watching your dishonor and to which you'll submit for the sake of an unspeakable sensation ...I want you - and may I be damned for it!
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Ayn Rand