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Books fall open, you fall in.

Across the room, she heard a loud clatter. She looked up to see that Roland ahd fallen out of his chair. The last time she'd glanced at him, he'd been leaning back on tw legs, and now it looked like gravity had finally won. As he stumbled to his feet, Arriane went to help him. She glanced over and offered a hurried wave. "He's okay!" she called cheerily. "Get up!" she whispered loudly to Roland.

My reflection followed me mercilessly in mirrors, car doors, shop windows. I lived in a world of circus mirrors, the grotesque distortion of my body looking back at me everywhere.

I guess this is a message for those of you who contemplate permanent solutions to temporary problems. You never know what could be coming in the future. There is so much music you've yet to hear.

I find it tiresome when people parade their agonies for public viewing; the last thing I want to evoke is pity. We are all the walking wounded, your pain is no worse than everyone else’s.

Hey, I heard this great song,” he said. Gansey tried to tune out the sound of a raven horking down a hot dog. “Want a listen?” Gansey and Ronan rarely agreed on music, but Gansey shrugged an agreement. Removing his headphones from his neck, Ronan placed them on Gansey´s ears - they smelled a little dusty and birdy from proximity to Chainsaw. Sound came through the headphones: “Squash one, squash tw -” Gansey tore them off as Ronan dissolved into manic laughter, which Chainsaw echoed, flapping her wings, both of them terrible and amused. “You bastard,” Gansey said savagely. “You bastard. You betrayed my trust.

Self-sufficiency is another word for poverty.” Matt Ridley TW: @

If you permit your thoughts to dwell on evil, you yourself will become ugly. Look only for the good in everything so you absorb the quality of beauty.

It’s not words that fail, it’s the people who wield them. We have no power over life and death, we are subject to pain and disease and misery, but we command words. When you think about it, words are all we really have.

I would remember them forever–their names, my reasons, the way their bodies slumped in death and their eyes stared through me. If I stopped, if I let their deaths weigh me down and keep me from being Opal, it was all for nothing. There was no going back. I was what I was, and they were a part of me now.

As long as I can read, I can get through anything.

Her hair was a beach of shimmering golden sand. Her body was a sea of broiling passion.

TW: Never have your wallet with you onstage. It’s bad luck. You shouldn’t play the piano with money in your pocket. Play like you need the money.

Man's discovery that his genitalia could serve as a weapon to generate fear must rank as one of the most important discoveries of prehistoric times along with the use of fire and the first crude stone axe," concluded the American writer Susan Brownmiller in her groundbreaking account of rape, Against Our Will, published in 1975

What is the number one cause of death in the United States? It's not high cholesterol or accidents by cars, planes or trains. It's not wars. It's not drug addiction, and it's not even disease, so that lets out heart disease, cancer, strokes, diabetes and more. In Third World countries, infections and malnutrition are major causes of loss of life. But in the United States the number one cause of death is not any of these things. IT IS PRESCRIPTION DRUGS (Null, TW).

I believe that a willingness to ask when they do not know is a characteristic of many great minds.

Own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

Similarly, he forgot - or never really understood - that we live in a culture where men, as a group, have more power than women. This isn't a controversial statement, despite the protestations of guys who funnel their frustration that not all extremely young, conventionally attractive women want to sleep with them into and argument that women, as a group, have "all the power." (Bill Maher, repping for his fan base, famously jokes that men have to do all sorts of shit to get laid, but women only have to do "their hair.") The really great thing about this argument is how the patently nonsensical premise - that some young women's ability to manipulate certain men equals a greater degree of gendered power than say, owning the presidency for 220-odd years - obscures the most chilling part: in this mindset, "all the power" means, simply, the power to withhold consent. Let that sink in for a minute. If one believes women are more powerful that men because we own practically all of the vaginas, then women's power to withhold consent to sex is the greatest power there is. Which means the guy who can take away a woman's right to consent is basically a superhero. Right?

You are not judged by your success, but rather, how you respond to your failures.

How did I get to be this old and still have to put up with so much crap?

I used to resent obstacles along the path, thinking, ‘If only that hadn’t happened life would be so good.’ Then I suddenly realized, life is the obstacles. There is no underlying path.” Janna Levin TW/IG: @jannalevin

The mind that is alive chooses the spiritual rather than the fleshly. For example, take our thought life. The world sends a constant barrage of messages to us—politics, world, business, sex, sports, products, and others. God also is sending us messages, messages about His expressed will in the Bible for us, promptings about words to say or not to say, anger to control, or patience to extend.

Ladies, what in the world is wrong with men? I mean besides all the really obvious stuff. They think they have the handle on everything. And if a lady gets in behind the wheel of a sports car, they act all crazy, like we don't belong. Same thing with motorcycles. Let a gal cruise down the highway on her hog and you'd think she was Lady Godiva for all the stares that she gets. I got news for you, just because we don't...doesn't mean that we can't. Seriously, boys, you can be replaced by a few inches of rubber and a couple of D-cell batteries, so I wouldn't be too cocky.

The one thing that worries me is that with my mother gone, the voice in my head that tells me to be nice to others has been silenced forever. I fear for other people.

Don't worry about trying to keep up with the Joneses. They're flat out trying to keep up with their repayments.

Sizzling with a passion, burning with desire, turn off the heater babe, we have our own fire.

Don't worry about ageing. It's a good indicator you're still alive.

If you're going to have to rehearse a lie you better be a good actor.

There is no redemption, and no one is saved," - Jack Furey

Dreams, like a fine wine, can take their own time to mature.

A journey of a thousand miles doesn't begin with one step. It begins by going online and purchasing a first or business class airline ticket.

Too many people these days mistake humility for weakness, when the ability to remain humble in today's self-centred world is actually a gift.

If the world is your oyster, you better get shucking.

My grandpa used to say, “If worms had guns birds wouldn’t fuck with them.

Tolkien tells us that we do not charge into battle because we know we will win. We do so regardless of odds and outcomes, because we have to.

Failure is an experience, not a definition.

The more technology we develop, the more people learn to withdraw from the real world.

Humanity had abused the earth, destroying their bodies and the environment, succumbing to selfishness and materialism.

Humanity’s fate has always been sealed. We’ve just given you an expiration date.

Sometimes— (Danny with his arm in a cast) —he does things he's sorry for later.

severe astigmatism, which is a malformation of the lens of your eye. You’ll have to get new glasses every six months until the degeneration slows down after puberty.

Happiness bubbles inside me, so strong that I’m afraid of how I’ll feel when it’s over.

humanity held certain goodness, certain decency; that by treating others fairly, the same fairness would be bestowed upon him. Over the past few years, this notion had done nothing but betray him.

while at the same time it gives the deliberateness and depth, the reverence for ancient law and custom, and the passion for personal freedom, which are more or less strange to the Romance nations of the South of Europe.

Yep—the only obvious difference was the people. Now, instead of talking behind backs and whispering in circles, they were coming at her head-on, mouths open and nails extended. At least they were forthright for a change.

I ain’t no hero. I never thought of being one. When I was young, I didn’t dream about being a police or fireman. I never considered joining the military, even after 9-11 when so many others my age flocked to the recruiter’s office.

Her eyes are all over me; she’s reading me like a book. ‘Everything going all right, Jack?’ she asks as she touches my knee. ‘Right as rain,’ I reply softly. ‘Are you sure, love?’ ‘Working too hard. I’ll be glad when this war’s over.

My emotional range is limited. I can’t do grief, but rage is my friend. For instance, I hate death by sickness. It is nothing like Homer, the Old Testament, and Tolkien led me to expect. It is not noble and awe-inspiring. No one delivers a final soliloquy. It is as abrupt and banal as the flicking of a switch. The squiggly line on the monitor straightens out, the defibrillator doesn’t even go whomp, the epinephrine is useless, the nurse doing CPR looks up and even before the doctor pronounces the words, you know. This is not what death should be. Death, the reason for religion, the subject of great literature, the certainty we spend our lives warding off, the giant mystery that looms over everything we do, death should be spectacular, not pity-inducing, a bang and not a whimper. A huge ball of fire, a shower of sparks, a final charge into the ranks of your enemies, a terrific explosion, a backward dive into the fiery pit. Not. . . this.

There are certain rules to be observed when writing about our parents. We can only describe them as transparent figures with golden haloes, smiling down at us from heaven, large flag billowing in the breeze optional, just before the end credits roll.

But really, he would know: it was when he walked into the greenhouse that afternoon. It was when he allowed himself to be escorted in, when he gave up everything to follow Brother Luke. That had been the moment. And after that, it had never been right again.

Would it appall you or delight you if Christ revealed your thoughts? We unconsciously assume that our outer, physical, visible actions are going to be the basis for our judgment. In the Bible, though, God places the emphasis on the inner, invisible actions of the mind.

Peter smiled as Concheetah sashayed across the ballroom floor Concheetah sashayed towards him, wriggling her hips, full lips in a pout, followed obediently by the tentative, Tapping Ted dressed in tight shorts and singlet. Tapping? Tapping because he always wore conspicuous, tap-dancing shoes in the club. Was Ted going to rip up the stage as a mincing Irish dancer or maybe perform a Gene Kelly routine or the Swan Lake ballet in taps? It was terrible to imagine. Peter bit his lip at that thought, hoping he wouldn’t burst into howls of laughter. He had noted after coming to several shows, that Ted usually stood at the side of the stage ready with a drink of champagne and an encouraging word and a dry towel to mop Her Highness’s face. And he always cried during the show’s finale, Abba’s Dancing Queen. Poor Tapping Ted.

My emotional range is limited. I can’t do grief, but rage is my friend. For instance, I hate death by sickness. It is nothing like Homer, the Old Testament, and Tolkien led me to expect. It is not noble and awe-inspiring. No one delivers a final soliloquy. It is as abrupt and banal as the flicking of a switch.

It's sad but it is life. People come into this world from their mother's womb, they live and they smile. Hopefully, they love. And then one day they die. Their bodies are buried or burned and nothing is left but dust. Even the people who knew them pass away and no records exist that they ever lived. That is the story of humanity." "Jingo,

There is perhaps no law written more conspicuously in the teachings of history than that nations who are ruled by priests drawing their authority from supernatural sanctions are, just in the measure that they are so ruled, incapable of true national progress. The free, healthy current of secular life and thought is, in the very nature of things, incompatible with priestly rule. Be the creed what it may, Druidism, Islam, Judaism, Christianity, or fetichism, a priestly caste claiming authority in temporal affairs by virtue of extra-temporal sanctions is inevitably the enemy of that spirit of criticism, of that influx of new ideas, of that growth of secular thought, of human and rational authority, which are the elementary conditions of national development.

It's . . . well, it's a long story," he said, but the question I would like to know, is the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. All we know about it is that the Answer is Forty-tw0..." "I'm afraid," he said at last,"that the Question and the Answer are mutually exclusive. Knowledge of one logically precludes knowledge of the other. It is impossible that both can be known about the same Universe." "Except," said Prak, struggling to sort a thought out, "if it happened, it seems the Question and the Answer would just cancel each other out, and take the Universe with them, which would be replaced by something even more bizarrely inexplicable. It is possible that this has already happened," he added with a weak smile, "but there is a certain amount of uncertainty about it.

This is not what death should be. Death, the reason for religion, the subject of great literature, the certainty we spend our lives warding off, the giant mystery that looms over everything we do, death should be spectacular, not pity-inducing, a bang and not a whimper. A huge ball of fire, a shower of sparks, a final charge into the ranks of your enemies, a terrific explosion, a backward dive into the fiery pit. Not. . .this.

I’m crying, and it’s not nice little girl crying. Powerful, terrible feelings take me over and explode out of my body, feelings I’ve always been scared to let out because they’re so strong. The crying is huge and snotty and loud. I hit everything around me, grabbing a tree and banging my head on it, kicking bushes that lash back at me. The pain feels good, soothing the bone-deep grief and fiery burning rage as all the things that are wrong with my world erupt all at once.

The Big Picture: From Abraham to Armageddon Down through the ages, the sons of Jacob have survived trials, persecution, and thousands of years in exile from their homeland. The Scriptures foretold the dispersion of the Jews and also of their regathering toward the end of the age. After a long absence from a country left in desolation, the Jews have come home to the land that God promised to Abraham: “…a land that has recovered from war, whose people were gathered from many nations to the mountains of Israel, which had long been desolate. They had been brought out from the nations, and now all of them live in safety.” (Ezekiel 38:8). The other branch of Abraham’s family—the sons of Ishmael— are the Islamic Arabs that inhabit the lands surrounding Israel. Ishmael’s descendants epitomize the spirit and temperament that the Bible predicted more than three millennia ago: “…his hand will be against everyone and everyone’s hand against him, and he will live in hostility toward all his brothers” (Genesis 16:12). The Prophet Ezekiel tells us that these same sons of Ishmael will be among the enemies who seek to destroy Israel in the end times: “And thou shalt come up against my people of Israel, as a cloud to cover the land; it shall be in the latter days, and I will bring thee against my land…” (Ezekiel 38:16). The day is soon coming when Ishmael’s descendants will unite as one: “…they receive authority for one hour as kings with the beast.” Their ultimate purpose being the fulfillment of a long-held dream: the annihilation of Israel. Muslims have been taught for centuries that the Last Day will not come until they wage a final war against the Jews and rid the world of them once and for all. They believe that only after this is accomplished will Muslims enjoy a golden age of peace, justice, and worldwide Islamic rule. However, the Bible tells us that God has other plans: Before Israel can be destroyed He is going to intervene, and bring to ruin those who seek her destruction. On that day, multitudes of Jews will realize that Jesus is Messiah, and many Muslims will realize that they have made a fateful mistake. Though most are unaware, we, today, are witnessing the fruition of seeds that were planted nearly four thousand years ago with the birth of Abraham’s sons. God promised Abraham that He would make great nations of both Isaac and Ishmael. To be sure, one would be hard pressed to argue that He did not. The Jewish and Arabic peoples have had an immeasurable impact on the world and can now be found at center stage in the arena of world politics and conflict. Thus, the history of mankind will reach its pinnacle, essentially where it began, in a region literally located at the center of the globe; more specifically, Israel and the nations that surround her.

Even at the end of existence, the oil companies were still making out like bandits.

In this new world, there would be no last meal, no dying wish. The only reward left was to survive another day.

even if there were a grain of truth in every story, it would be worth telling, because having a little hope was better than having none.

And so I didn’t the only thing I could do—I fled that corrupt, shit-ridden town and the lying people in it.

Leaping from the swings, the little girl ran at him with her arms wide, her curly blond hair streaming behind. Jody knelt to catch her as she leaped into his arms. Looking up, he smiled as Selina came up carrying the baby.

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If these are our final days, she thought, the last thing I need is another regret.

Satan knows that if he can get our attention for five seconds, he may have our mind for five minutes!

I’m not a kid anymore, you know.

They were tourists in the natural world, witnessing it in their sickest form of self-denial, knowing in their foggy brain matter that the clock was ticking, that the virus that was the human being was ravaging it all one morsel at a time.

Patricia poked the metal pronged skewer through a series of rock hard stale marshmallows, convinced that the fire would bring them back to life, like Jesus on a cross dripping with white gelatin.

Patricia felt as though she had been run over by a melting ice cream truck that had recently burst into flames.

He felt hollowed out; the headache curled up inside him like a crab in its shell. He was ten years old and wanted to die.

Freezing Icelandic air

He rode a large black horse with a silver bridle that snorted and frothed and stomped heavily against the earth. 

He dropped the knife to the forest floor and walked over to Evan with a gentile smile on his face.

Having now spent four extremely long and tedious hours kooked up inside this submarine

the more experienced of the two brothers, cocked his blonde head of hair flat against the door

Exelby flashed him a madman’s glanre

Torrey began to seizure

Life is precious,” says Prentice. “Whatever form it takes, however long it lasts. You should do something only you can do.” “Chase after screaming crowds while rotting flamboyantly?

I’ve had four hundred years. Four hundred years of scraping by, and trying not to eat people. Four hundred years, and it’s still not enough.

Bathe using this one hour before returning here for final instructions.” I unwrap a bar of translucent brown soap. “Why does this smell like ham?” I say.

It smells like a duffel bag full of dead cats dipped in a dirty grease-trap and dragged through a pool of piss

That smell was even stronger.  It felt like they were being smothered in a jacket made of stink. 

it screamed.  The sound filled the cold autumn air and made it even colder.  It crawled under every tiny pebble and burrowed into every knot-hole in every tree.  Even the falling snow seemed to pause as if it were chilled by such a sound.  It pounded icicles through Cliff’s ears and somehow down into the roots of his teeth. 

Carmona emerged from an alcove of the lad brandishing a gore-splattered medical saw.

pulling the skin around my nails taught.

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Scared stiff and not knowing what else to do, the man began to make deafening sounds that resembled a great cat. He roared, he screeched, he wailed, and he hissed. Maybe the burglar will leave if he thinks I have a panther in here, Malcolm thought frantically.

No one aspires to be the pizza delivery guy. It’s a summer job, or something neurosurgeons do after fleeing their war torn country.

Yelen likes to meet here because there’s always shady business going on. Once, we came across a guy burying half a hippo. I never got the other half of that story.

the carnivorous garden encircles the Roman bath house.

Success takes so much effort,

Laws change so often it seems pointless to keep track of the fiddly ones. ‘Don’t kill’ is the big one. Everything else is moral decoration.

Why pizza delivery?” he says. “It makes people happy.” Plus, Sugoi’s gourmet selection includes deep fried pigs’ brains, and I only pick off a few pieces. “Does it make you happy?” says Prentice. It does when I’m crunching deep fried brain.

People also talked of canceling Halloween,

The time machine, which bore an uncanny resemblance to a standard glass fish tank, revealed itself in a blazing streak of light

the room was enveloped in copious amounts of smoke,

Something had manifested nearby that was potently awful enough to make the dead dig up their own graves and retreat. 

Cold, dispassionate logic is admirable, but when people are starving and desperate, it's just cruel.