Varian Quotes

Sprawled across the top like a snake lay a familiar necklace of diamonds and rubies. I’d seen it before—in Tarquin’s trove. “How … what?” Amren smiled to herself. “Varian sent it to me. To soften Tarquin’s declaration of our blood feud.” I’d thought the rubies would need to be worn by a mighty female—and could think of no mightier female than the one before me. “Did you and Varian … ?” “Tempting, but no. The prick can’t decide if he hates or wants me.” “Why can’t it be both?” A low chuckle. “Indeed.

Tarquin turned from the table, just as the tent flaps parted for a pair of broad shoulders— Varian. He didn’t so much as look at his High Lord, his focus going right to where Amren sat at the head of the table. As if he’d sensed she was here—or someone had reported. And he’d come running. Amren’s eyes flicked up from the Book as Varian halted. A coy smile curved her red lips. There was still blood and dirt splattered on Varian’s brown skin, coating his silver armor and close-cropped white hair. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he strode for Amren. And none of us dared to speak as Varian dropped to his knees before Amren’s chair, took her shocked face in his broad hands, and kissed her soundly. ... None of us lasted long after dinner. Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us. No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp. Rhys had let out a low laugh as we all gawked in their wake. “I suppose that’s how Varian decided he’d tell Amren he was feeling rather grateful she ordered us to go to Adriata.” Tarquin cringed. “We’ll alternate who has to deal with them on holidays.

Habis ini, lalu apa? Kamu sendirian. Aku sendirian. Kenapa kita tidak berdua lagi saja? Apa artinya cinta yang tidak lagi sama? Memang cinta itu ada berapa macam?" Aku tidak tau cinta ada berapa macam varian. Kau harus bertanya pada hatiku, karena dialah yang satu hari menutup dan mengucap, "cukup". Yang kutahu, cinta ini tersendat, dan hatiku seperti mau mati pengap. Kendati kusayang kamu lebih dari siapa pun yang kutahu. "Enam tahun. Kita akan buang enam tahun itu begitu saja?" Otakku merekam dan menyimpan kamu, kita, dan enam tahun ini. Hati tidak pernah menyimpan apa-apa. Ia menyalurkan segalanya. "Kamu akan menyesal..." Mungkin. Kini kita tak mungkin tahu.

Just because he doesn't want to hear it doesn't mean you shouldn't say it.

Wait -- you kissed a girl you didn't like, tried to make me jealous, and almost got kicked out of school -- and you still didn't learn how to dance?' She looked at the ceiling. 'Why are boys so stupid?

Holy Christ, the look on your face,” Xavier growled. “I want to fucking devour you. Like parents have that urge to eat their young.

Just because you don't see the path, doesn't mean it's not there.

Varian cringed as Merewyn faced him. If he looked half as bad as he suspected, he wouldn’thave blamed her had she run for the door. “You don’t have to do this.” She stepped into his arms. “Yes, Varian, I do.” She brushed the matted hair back from his face. “I don’t care what you look like. It’s you I love, not your looks. Your humor, your kindness, even that little snuffle snore you make when you sleep.” “I don’t snore.” She laughed. “Yes, you do.” And with that she pulled his lips to hers.

A billion hours ago, modern Homo sapiens emerged. A billion minutes ago, Christianity began. A billion seconds ago, the IBM personal computer was released. A billion Google searches ago… was this morning. —HAL VARIAN, GOOGLE’S CHIEF ECONOMIST, DECEMBER 20, 2013

Which side is yours?” “They're both mine,” he answered mirthfully, having gotten a good bit of teasing over the years for his indiscriminate sprawling. “Take whichever side you like, and be prepared to defend it.

The look of someone who knows that in taking what she wants, she will be leaving something of herself behind.

This reflects the career advice that Google chief economist Hal Varian frequently gives: seek to be an indispensable complement to something that’s getting cheap and plentiful.

Laki-laki selai kacang, laki-laki permen karet stroberi, laki-laki stroberi varian flamboyan. Lalu, apa jenis stroberi untukku, Aggi?

Varian, please. I didn't mean what I said.' 'Of course you didn't,' he said snidely. 'No one ever does. People always speak without thought. But it's amazing how much damage thoughtless words can wreak, isn't it?

Sometimes, I feel like I connect more deeply with the characters in novels than with people I meet in real life. Maybe because in novels you get to read their thoughts. In life, you never know what people are thinking.

Don’t bother answering him,’ Amren said to Varian, sipping from her own wine. ‘Cassian is precisely as stupid as he looks. And sounds,’ she added with a slashing glance. Cassian lifted his glass in salute before drinking.

Merewyn was a little more rational. “Perhaps we should whisper amongst ourselves and make them wonder what we speak of?” Blaise wagged his eyebrows at her before he pulled her into his arms. “Works well for me. Put your arms around my neck, and I’ll breathe in your ear.” Varian put the blade of his sword between them. “You can whisper from there.” Blaise appeared appalled. “What are you? An old maid?” “I promised her my protection.” The mandrake shook his head. “You’re gay, aren’t you?” Varian raised the blade to rest against Blaise’s Adam’s apple. He carefully pressed it close. Not so much that it drew blood, but enough to let him know that he wasn’t amused. “Or not.” Varian used the blade to push him away from Merewyn. His gaze met hers, and he felt the heat of his desire for her all the way through his body. At the moment, he wished he were gay. Then she wouldn’t tempt him so. “Or not. Definitely or not.

I don’t care how many courses you take or how many books you read. You’ll never understand what it means to be a Negro. You’ll never face the discrimination they see every day. You’ll never struggle the way they do. Now, enough talking. Here comes Dub.

Harlow insisted that I need a best man for this ceremony. You are the best man that I know, so you must fill this position.” “What does a best man do?” Varian shrugs. “Stand next to me and be better than the other men?” We both frown as we contemplate these strange human customs.

Varian rubbed the back of his head where his lump was growing significantly. “Not that I particularly want to defend Merrick, but those little rocks did happen to hurt. Thank the gods for armor.” Merewyn gave him a sweet, sympathetic pout. “Poor baby.” She reached up to rub his sore spot, but honestly he’d much rather have her rub something else that was bothering him. The touch of her hand made his entire body break out into chills. Not to mention that the smell of her so close played total havoc with his hormones. He honestly wanted to curl up beside her and start purring like a cat. More than that, he had a vicious need to nibble her body until he was drunk on her scent. And there was a thought that made him glad he was wearing his armor again since it kept his erection hidden from the ones around him. Stepping away from her before he actually did purr, he looked at Merrick. “What other nasty surprises do we have in store for us?

Hal Varian, the chief economist at Google, reckons that free search via Google is worth $150 billion a year to users; of course he would say that, but his calculations seem reasonable. The economist Michael Mandel has estimated that “data” or information needs to be added as a third category to the traditional distinction between goods and services.

The forest was, Devan thought, strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad.

Look alive, Greencloaks,” Abeke said, reloading her bow. “We’re under attack.

Good luck, my lor—uh, Devin—I mean, Worthy.

Brandon said. “I guess I like boy books.” What does that even mean? Candice wanted to ask. Books about guns and war? Books that only contain boys?

The best programs are the ones written when the programmer is supposed to be working on something else.

There's nothing wrong with being a feminist," Grandma said. "Don't you two want women to have the same rights as men?" Both Myron and I nodded. "Good, then you're feminists.

See!” she snapped at him. “You men are all brutish. You force your strength and will on us as if we matter for naught and then you wonder why we don’tlike ”—she spat the word at him—“you. Really? Is it any wonder? Why would any woman want to subject herself to the male ego? Why?” She looked down at his body as a sudden heat came into her gaze that made him instantly nervous. “Sure, you’re a handsome beastie with kissable lips when they’re not bleeding. You’re fair in form with big, bulging—” He actually cringed in fear of the word “cock” coming out of her mouth again, but luckily she averted her thoughts as her gaze met his. For the first time the despair left her voice. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” She ran one finger over his brow, making him instantly hard for her. “Did you know that?” Then the gloomy tone returned as she dropped her hand from his face. “Of course you do. You’re a worthless man. Just like all the others.” “Yeah,” Blaise teased. “You’re worthless, Varian. And what on him bulges again, Merewyn?” Varian glared at the mandrake, who merely continued to laugh at him. “Everything. His arms, his legs, his—” “Enough, Merewyn,” Varian said from between clenched teeth. “Well, you do bulge. I’ve seen it.” “We’ve all seen it,” Merrick said, his voice filled with humor, “And it’s sickening.” Varian glared at the triplets, especially the ferret, who was laughing and rolling around his brother’s neck. “When she is over this, I’m going to kill all of you.” Merewyn let out a long-suffering sigh. “Of course you will. That’s what men do. They destroy everything. Everything. Because you’re all worthless whoremongers.” Varian winced at her choice of words. “Whoremongers?” Blaise repeated with a laugh. “Yes. You all go out with your giant lances, spearing anything you can find. Nailing your targets against trees and walls, while you gallop from field to field, bragging over your conquests, uncaring of who you’ve hurt while you quest for more glory.” “Good gods,” Merrick said, his face horrified. “Is she speaking of what I think she is?” “Do you mean warmongers?” Varian asked her. “No! Whoremongers. All of you.” She looked over at the triplets. “Especially them.

Poverty is not a natural conclusion. It is an intervention. We are not poor because we are inferior as a group of people; we are poor because it is imperative to the global economy that a limitless supply of labor exist. The labor must be cheap and disposable.

The better I understood my education, the angrier I became that most working-class and poor people are denied one. Why are the children of doctors, lawyers, and engineers taught the mysteries of existence while the children of janitors and waitresses are taught fear? I developed a preoccupation with my own inadequacies, aided by a few professors of elitism. To combat my growing anxiety, I began to envision myself a class spy. I would soak up all of the information they could give me and run reconnaissance for my team.

A vine from one tree shot out, tripping Blaise. He and Merewyn rolled to the ground. Varian stood between them and the trees, which shot blast after blast at him. He deflected them, but even so the heat from the fire was scorching. 'Go, Blaise,' he said. 'Get Merewyn out of here.' Blaise nodded before he crawled to Merewyn under the barrage. 'Hold!' The blast stopped as the three of them froze into place. Again the woman appeared in the fire to stare at them maliciously. 'What is it you do?' 'I'm crawling,' Blaise answered.

Nesta didn't care that she was covered in sweat, wearing her leathers amongst a bejewelled crowd. Not as she staggered onto the veranda at the top of the House and gaped at the stars raining across the bowl of the sky. They zoomed by so close some sparked against the stones, leaving glowing dust in their wake. She had a vague sense of Cassian and Mor and Azriel nearby, of Feyre and Rhys and Lucien, of Elain and Varian and Helion. Of Kallias and Viviane, also swollen with child and glowing with joy and strength. Nesta smiled in greeting and left them blinking, but she forgot them within a moment because the stars, the stars, the stars... She hadn't realised that such beauty existed in the world. That she might feel so full from wonder it could hurt, like her body couldn't contain all of it. And she didn't know why she cried then, but the tears began rolling down her face. The world was beautiful, and she was so grateful to be in it. To be alive, to be here, to see this. She stuck out a hand over the railing, grazing a star as it shot past, and her fingers came away glowing with blue and green dust. She laughed, a sound of pure joy, and she cried more, because that joy was a miracle.

Madeline, I know we can be a little conservative-' 'Conservative? How about down right mean?' She pointed at me, hard and angry. 'You people are quick to ask forgiveness, but won't think twice about condemning others for the same mistakes.' She shook her head. 'If I was God, I'd be pretty damn ashamed of how fucked up church has gotten.

There exist the wealth and the working class. At Vassar I learned the two are not mutually exclusive. No matter how rich I might become, I will always be the daughter of a janitor. I will always look the woman who empties my garbage in the face. I will always say thank you to the man who serves me lunch. I am one of them, and I do not want to Get Out unless they can come too.

But looking at you was nothing like looking at those pictures. When I first saw,” he said, looking down at her chest, then up again to meet her eyes, “it hurt, almost a physical pain. Since you finished chemo, you've gotten so strong again. Sometimes I almost forget what you've been through. But seeing your scars, they reminded me of your hurt. How you've been cut apart. What you gave up.” It was important, not keeping herself back from him, putting parts of herself off limits. But it stung when he sank down to brush his lips over the two biggest scars. “But your scars are beautiful. I mean, I look at them, and I want to kiss, I want to touch, I feel this tenderness for them. You know how when you love someone, when you've been with them a long time and you know all the little lines and curves and planes of their body, how you look at little parts of them—the corner of their mouth, the back of their hand, the little crease where their earlobe meets their jaw—and you can feel like you're in love with that little piece of them? Maybe soon, I'll look at your scars like that. But right now, it's this feeling I've never had for a part of someone's body, before, because they promise me you're well. That you get to live. That we get to have a long life together.” Her love for him was swelling up in her chest, the way it did sometimes, an ache she wanted to hold on to.

I unscrewed the cap and brought the purple-lined rim to my mouth. Then I almost hacked up a lung. Madeline remained motionless as I struggled for breath. 'So what part of this is supposed to be fun?' I asked. 'Just relax,' she said. 'You can't rush the feeling. It takes a few minutes for the alcohol to take effect.' [...] She sat up and picked up the bottle. 'You having fun yet?' 'Of course. Can't you tell from my labored breathing and the look of pain on my face?

For fifteen years, John and Barbara Varian were furniture builders, living on a ranch in Parkfield, California, a tiny town where the welcome sign reads “Population 18.” The idea for a side business came about by accident after a group of horseback riding enthusiasts asked if they could pay a fee to ride on the ranch. They would need to eat, too—could John and Barbara do something about that? Yes, they could. In the fall of 2006, a devastating fire burned down most of their inventory, causing them to reevaluate the whole operation. Instead of rebuilding the furniture business (no pun intended), they decided to change course. “We had always loved horses,” Barbara said, “so we decided to see about having more groups pay to come to the ranch.” They built a bunkhouse and upgraded other buildings, putting together specific packages for riding groups that included all meals and activities. John and Barbara reopened as the V6 Ranch, situated on 20,000 acres exactly halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco. Barbara’s story stood out to me because of something she said. I always ask business owners what they sell and why their customers buy from them, and the answers are often insightful in more ways than one. Many people answer the question directly—“We sell widgets, and people buy them because they need a widget”—but once in a while, I hear a more astute response. “We’re not selling horse rides,” Barbara said emphatically. “We’re offering freedom. Our work helps our guests escape, even if just for a moment in time, and be someone they may have never even considered before.” The difference is crucial. Most people who visit the V6 Ranch have day jobs and a limited number of vacation days. Why do they choose to visit a working ranch in a tiny town instead of jetting off to lie on a beach in Hawaii? The answer lies in the story and messaging behind John and Barbara’s offer. Helping their clients “escape and be someone else” is far more valuable than offering horse rides. Above all else, the V6 Ranch is selling happiness.

I just feel so guilty.” Her stinging eyes burned with fresh tears. “I don't know why I can't ... I can't...” “Make love to him?” She nodded. “Let him see you?” She nodded again, tears sliding down her face. She mopped them up with the wet tissue she'd wadded in her fist. “Are you scared he won't love you anymore, after he's seen how you look now?” her dad asked gently. “No.” “Are you scared he won't be attracted to you anymore? That he won't want to be your lover?” “No.” “What are you scared of, Vanka?” “I don't feel the same way about myself, now. I don't even know how to explain it. I'm not ashamed. I don't feel ugly. But the way I was, who I was when we ... when we fell in love, I'm not that person, now.” “You're not in love with him anymore?” “I am,” her voice broke on a sob. “So in love. Like I never knew it could be. I thought I loved David. I thought I loved Mark. But, god, Dad, the way I love Galen...

Khalid?” It was dark now, and she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was right there, an inch or two from their last kiss. “What was that look? Earlier, after we'd finished?” There was a long silence in the dark before Khalid finally spoke. “It is only that it has been a long time since I have made love.” There was another long quiet. She waited for him. “Of course, I love Galen. But you know already, we are only tender when we are not f****ing. And you and I, we were tender, before, but we did not feel then as we feel now.” “No.” “I had forgotten how big that feeling is.” Vanka pulled Khalid to her, cradling his naked body against hers.

He knows first hand that her pleasure will punish her.And wanting to punish her, he will please her

Cuando no eras más que un cachorro en la apestosa madriguera de tu familia, yo ya lideraba los ejércitos de Ventormenta hacia el triunfo - Varian Wrynn

Jackson pictured the Ruth Bader Ginsburg Chia Pet hidden underneath his bed.

You’re such a drama queen, you know that Varian?” she rolled her eyes and smirked. I winked. “You may address me as Her Royal Majesty.

Winter batted her eyelashes at me. “Why Varian, are you afraid of the Sluagh?” she teased. “Hell yes, I’m afraid of the Sluagh! An undead spirit army of the worst sinners and demons trapped in purgatory—who wouldn’t be afraid? I have some self-preservation, ya know.

I love fairies. For dinner. - Varian

The first Fae I ever fed off didn’t survive. Purely by accident. I was young and still learning my strength. She was a red head. Caused quite a ruckus when I took the body home. I was being a gentleman, bringing back their stinking carcass and they try to kill me. Turns out dinner was actually some sort of princess. Damn, there are over fifty princesses. Were they really going to miss one? - Varian

Do I want this woman to be another assassin or just want me for my body? Is it wrong if I want both? - Varian

Angrily, she asks, “So you don’t care who dies around you?” She’s not talking to me, but I answer the questions anyway. “I don’t really care if I die. At least I would be doing something different.” -Varian

This is fun.” Varian is grinning ear to ear. “You need to get out more,” I mutter. “I try, but there is the yelling and the terror. Grates on my nerves. People get hurt when I become annoyed. Better for everyone if I remain a hermit.” Good lord, the man is demented.

I was supposed to be the king. Too much work so I turned the job down. If I ever decide I want to wear a tiara, I’ll just remove Manias’ head and take his crown. He’s lucky he's my best friend. - Varian

Dreams are one place you can’t lie to yourself. - Varian

I sound maudlin, someone please shoot my ass before I begin waxing rhapsodic about her lavender hair. - Varian

Teagan and I dropped into chairs beside him. My stutter, which always acted up when my emotions were running high, gave away how excited I was to be here. My first real poetry slam. A few minutes later,

Clearly, this hasn't been a good day for either of us. - Jackson

Have I ever let you down?" Charlie crossed his arms. "Don't look at me like that. Your eyebrows grew back. Eventually.

He kissed another girl, Mom." "Well, yes. But as I understand it, it was just a slight --

If I'm being totally honest, I didn't pick the lock." She spun the lock around her index finger. "I guessed the combination." Jackson swallowed what felt like sand. The combination was her birthday. "That's what I get for being predictable.

I've got dead skin cells with more personality. - Jackson

You know, you can invite him over. I don't bite." "Daddy, the last time he was here, you started cleaning your hunting knife." "It was a joke," he said. "Jackson was supposed to laugh, not run for the door.

Maybe we should talk to Dr. Kelsey," Bradley chimed in. "He's not so mad about the heist anymore." He crinkeled his nose. "Well, except when Keith's father calls. Or Gaby enters the office. Or --

We're going to pull an Isabel Lahiri with a Ben Kenobi, a Mutara Nebula, two Han van Meegerens, a Sue Storm, a White Elephant, a pair of Mr. Magoos, and a Super Bowl Forty-Seven." No one spoke for a few seconds. Finally, Megan and Hash turned to each other. "I have no idea what any of that means," she said. "But at least he used a Star Trek reference.

contained an Omnitask 3000 multicore processor, tri-band Wi-Fi technology, two GPS chips, a twenty-megapixel camera with zoom and flash, voice recognition software, Bluetooth, an accelerometer, a gyroscope, and a slide

That man’s gonna make us his slaves, one way or another.

Maybe that doesn’t make her a failure in our eyes, but the world doesn’t always see people in the way we want.

stopped asking her out —

presidents have heard anything. Or I could —

risks.

betting against

Hashemi nodded toward a stack of tablets on a bookshelf. “You can’t put a price on technological

supposed to be attending all of Jackson’s meetings. How is it that you didn’t find this out before yesterday?” Rob shrugged. “And if you had known, what would you have done about it?” “I would have talked to Keith. Convinced him not to pay for that new hard drive.” Victor stood up from the couch. “But it doesn’t matter. We still have the doctored video of Jackson’s crew.” He picked up his book bag and pulled a small box from it. “I need another favor,” he said to Kayla. He handed her the box and waited for her to open it. “Those are the watches we’re supposed to use on Friday. They put out UV light, allowing us to see the answers written on the back of our hands.

afternoon, Mr. James zipped around the school in his golf cart and sped toward the back of the building. In the fourteen years that he’d been working at Maplewood, it had become a tradition for him to see off the athletic teams when they had away games. And even though he was supposed to be monitoring the front exits, there was no way he was going to tempt fate by skipping the send-off. This game was too important.

James unlocked the door. “But maybe you’ve watched enough video feeds this week. All that staring at the monitor and such can’t be good for the brain, you know.” Even though she could tell Mr. James wasn’t happy, he was smiling. It was pained, but it was a smile. Serena picked up her book bag. “Look

Abeke shook her head. “Was there not another way? I don’t like intimidating people with violence.” “Says the girl who met me with a bow in her hand,” Dante replied.

Likewise, she figured that the large, flat end of the paddle would be adequate enough to propel them through the water. She would have preferred a sail to navigate the underground winds, but that would have been difficult to make in such limited time, with such threadbare supplies. “It looks good,” she said, handing it back. Then, after a moment, she added, “Thank you.” Takoda looked at the gourd. “I guess we should start packing up the boat.” She heard the sadness in his voice. “Do you want eat first, and then go? We can take a few more minutes—” “No,” he replied. “It would better if we ate while we traveled. No point in wasting any more time.” He walked off toward the boat. Meilin let him go. Takoda was struggling enough with Xanthe’s disappearance as it was, and Meilin didn’t think she had the words to comfort him.

for night vision. The ones inside have older

Hashemi Larijani. Or Charlie’s new best friend, Bradley Boardman. It’s funny

Nice try, Jackson.” Victor turned to Bradley. “The next time you create a disappearing ink, make sure it lasts longer than an hour.” Jackson pursed his lips together and glanced at Bradley. “An hour?” Bradley shrugged. “I didn’t expect them to write the answers on paper. I thought they’d write on their skin.” “It was a smart plan,” Victor continued. “A nice countermove. When did you replace the pens in Mrs. Clark’s file cabinet? Last week?” Jackson cracked a smile. “I wish I could claim we swapped out the pens that far in advance, but honestly, we replaced them a few minutes before Rob and Thom went in.

Yeah,” Rollan said. “Everyone makes mistakes. Even me, every once in a while.

sweet in the world. His

her head. “Can you believe it? We might actually get on TV! We’ll be famous.” Dr. Kelsey rounded the corner toward the security room. When he had contacted the superintendent last week about a replacement hard drive for the security system, all he had received was a tongue-lashing about the damaged floors. Of course, considering that Katie Accord had transferred from Maplewood to Riggins last summer, Dr. Kelsey shouldn’t have been surprised that

who you sound like, right?” That shut Gaby up. It had taken Omar a few minutes of stuttering and stammering that Friday afternoon, but eventually he had asked her to the formal. And Gaby said yes because … Well, because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He had done such a good job with her campaign, and he was a nice guy. Considerate and friendly. There were worse people to attend the formal with. Then he asked her to come watch him play at the Fitz. She found herself saying yes again, because really, after all his help with the election, the least she could do was give up a few hours of her time to watch him play basketball. But now that she was actually in the stands, with the sun beating down on her and time seemingly standing still, she wished she had had the courage — or at least the common sense — to say no.

off the first time,

Yuck,” Conor said from up ahead. “I walked right into a spiderweb.” Then a second later, he added, “Sorry Meilin. I meant to say a mouse web.

Kovo,” Meilin muttered, staring into the flames. “Kovo, the Great Betrayer.

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Kirat shook his head. “Why should I put my animal in danger? We wouldn’t be in this mess if she had shot him like I demanded.

There is never any harm in asking a question. You just have to be prepared to hear the answer.

died

A billion hours ago, modern Homo sapiens emerged. A billion minutes ago, Christianity began. A billion seconds ago, the IBM personal computer was released. A billion Google searches ago… was this morning. —HAL VARIAN, GOOGLE’S CHIEF ECONOMIST, DECEMBER 20, 2013 G

The forest was strangely lovely that day, the way a woman can seem more beautiful when she is sad. ~Devan

Sometimes, I feel like I connect more deeply with the characters in novels than with people I meet in real life. Maybe because in novels you get to read their thoughts. In life, you never know what people are thinking. ~Devan

Once you start creating something with the expectation of sharing it with the world, whether a commercial public or even your own friends, it changes how you feel about what you’re doing, it affects the decisions you make. ~ Vaughn

As open as she was closed. As dangerous as she was safe. ~Devan

Need that had surged to real pain, adoration that had become like worship, like obsession. ~Conrad

their book Information Rules, Haas School of Business Professor Carl Shapiro and Google Chief Economist Hal Varian claim that “the profits you can earn from a customer  —  on a going forward, present-value basis  —  exactly equal the total switching costs.” This, more than Apple’s design abilities, and even more than its supply chain excellence, may be the real concern for would-be Apple competitors.

And none of us dared to speak as Varian dropped to his knees before Amren’s chair, took her shocked face in his broad hands, and kissed her soundly.

Amren and Varian were in bed, the petite female naked as she rode the Prince of Adriata. Both of them halted, Amren twisting toward the door, Varian bolting upright, a shield of

It’s just … I don’t think there’s such a thing as boy books or girl books. I think there are people books.

You’re lit up like someone bought indulgences for all your sins and gave you your ticket to heaven.

How many times are you going to change your mind about what happened to you? One day you accept that something miraculous occurred, the next day you rant about hallucinations and delusions! Ays, wake up, it happened. We don’t know how or why, but we must find out. Only Varian can tell us.