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"You haven't heard a damn word I've said. See, this is why I can't stand your kinds. You light your candles and mumble your latin spells and pray to a god who isn't there, doesn't care, or is just plain crazy or cruel or both. The world burns and you praise the asshole who either set it or let it."
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"I have read the bible, seen its errors and perfections, but the bits of lie contained therein has contaminated the truth."

"Christians are the hope of any country."

"The day we find the perfect church, it becomes imperfect the moment we join it."

"Any bridge you refuse to burn gives Satan an invitation and re-entry point into your life."
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"These are the secrets I have kept. This is the trust I never betrayed.But he is dead now and has been for more than forty years, the one who gave me his trust, the one for whom I kept these secrets.The one who saved me . . . and the one who cursed me."

"This is what the Others have done to us. You can't band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope. How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity."

"It kills me. The way he trusted. LIke the way we trusted before they came and blue the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the streed, and get yourself a fucking strawberry Frappuccino!"

"We're here, and then we're gone, and it's not about the time we're here, but what we do with the time."

"For a being more advanced than I am, he sure has a hard time answering a simple question."

"We regarded each other across an expanse wider than the universe, within a space thinner than a razor's edge."

"In the 4th Wave, you can't trust that people are still people. But you can trust that your gun is still your gun."

"It's been a long time since humans were prey animals. A hundred thousand years or so. But buried deep in our genes the memory remains: the awareness of the gazelle, the instinct of the antelope. The wind whispers through the grass. A shadow flits between the trees. And up speaks the little voice that goes. Shhhh, it's close now. Close."
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