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"He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud."
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"Powerful words that penetrate the psyche are not forgotten while silence is."
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"I love talking the way Trappists love silence."
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"Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing."
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"Every woman's heart cannot be opened with words, sometimes you need to use your hands."
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"Remember this, posting pictures are like speaking words, you cannot take them back."
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"Everybody talks, but there is no conversation."
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"Take care of your words and the words will take care of you."
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"Coat your words with honey if you want to catch bees."
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"Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding."
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"Silence is an arguement hard to refute."
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"Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don't do it."
Self
"He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest.Eleanor hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard.Just three words long."
Emotion
"If this was just a dream she wished she could have it every night. Neal not quite whispering sweet somethings into her ear."
Desire
"Because, he says, it hurts to think about things that you can't have or help. S'better not to think about it."
Emotion
"The ultimate act of heroism shouldn't be death. You're always saying you want to give Baz the stories he deserves... So you're going to kill him off? Isn't the best revenge supposed to be a life well-lived? The punk-rock way to end it would be to let them live happily ever after."
Heroism
"He's still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I'm not the Chosen One," he says.I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you."
Love
"I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you. "It made us roommates, he says. I shake my head. "We were always more. "We were enemies."You were the centre of my universe, I say. "Everything else spun around you."
Friendship
"I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it."
Mental Health
"With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout."
Writing
"To have and hold. Not forever, maybe-not forever, for sure-and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers."
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