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now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don’t want anything personal, let’s just do it, I don’t want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes… sure, he said, standing there, let’s just pretend that we’ve already done it, there’s nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I’d rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don’t have to get shitty,... ↗

— Charles Bukowski

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I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

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And when again it’s morning, they’ ll wash away. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm ↗

— Suzanne Collins

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Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

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He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

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Maybe that's why people have friends at all. Not because they like them so much but because they don't make them feel so much worse. ↗

— Joe Meno

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I think the more we fill our lives with more and more things we have to do, the less and less time we are spending on who we have to be. ↗

— Patrick Rhone

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Reject the tyranny of picked. Pick yourself. ↗

— Seth Godin

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When something needs to be ironed I put it in the ironing basket. If a year goes by and the item is still in the basket I throw the item away. This is a good system since eventually I end up only with clothes that don’t need ironing. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

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Duke’s warm pink lips brushed his gently at first and then more firmly. He held the kiss for a long, breathless moment before pulling back a fraction of an inch. “Who’s a fag now?” His deep voice was low and intimate. “Do you give, roomie? ↗

— Evangeline Anderson

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