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Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.
Why are some things easier to write than say?”
I came up on the screen, too, Cassia. But he was the one you chose to see.
In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won.
Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.
If you ask the lion to protect you from wolves, you have only chosen to end in one belly instead of another.
Do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.
What we’ve got here is a lunatic genius ghost-in-the-computer monorail that likes riddles and goes faster than the speed of sound. Welcome to the fantasy version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. “You came!” Jake shouted. “You really came!” “I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.
Anyone who thinks impressions of old movie actors is funny absolutely cannot be trusted. I think it's like a law of nature.
Always plan for the worst, child, that way all your surprises are pleasant ones.
Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.
In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes
And that's your fantasy? That I come into your house naked and have sex with you?" "After that, you tell me that you have sent Eric on his way, that you want to be mine forever, and that to share my life you will permit me to make you a vampire like me." The silence now was thick, and the fun had drained out of the fantasy. Then Bill added, "You know what I'd say when you told me this? I'd tell you I would never do such a thing. Because I love you.
Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me
It's called Two and a Half Men,” Dermot was telling his guest. “I understand,” Bellenos said. “Because the two brothers are grown, and the son isn’t.” “I think so,” Dermot said. “Don’t you think the son is useless?” “The half? Yes. At home, we’d eat him,” Bellenos said.
The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.
That wasn't any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.