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"You have pissed your last in this house . . . and I don't make velvet roses anymore."
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"Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!"
"If honor and wisdom and happiness are not for me, let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my place be in hell."
"She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither."
"You will suffer, son of Hades!' What else is new? Nico thought."
"I'd rather be pissed off then pissed on."
"We would oppose the turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun."
"Those who have been insulted by ungodliness and injustice could be in a good or better position to stand for or with those that are being insulted by the same."
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"The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love."
"Grownups don't pay it much attention because they can't imagine anything more majestic to a child than their own selves and so confused dependance for reverence."
"I can't tell you why I was in love with her. People didn't require that much as they do now. Folks were expected to be civilized to one another, honest, and - and clear. You relied on people being what they said they were, because there was no other way to survive."
"Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent."
"Language, when it finally comes, has the vigor of a felon pardoned after twenty-one years on hold. Sudden, raw, stripped to its underwear."
"Apparently he thought he deserved only to be loved--from a distance, though--and given what he wanted. And in return he would be . . . what? Pleasant? Generous? Maybe all he was really saying was: I am not responsible for your pain; share your happiness with me but not your unhappiness."
"You know, the kind who know Jesus by His first name, but out of politeness never use it even to His face."
"In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous."
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