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"Suddenly, she burst out, 'I want to punch her evil, lying face.'Liam caught a flash of hot gold as Dad looked at them, narrow - eyed, in the rearview mirror. Dad said, completely seriously, 'I can make that happen."
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"Through the sacred verses filled with violence and self-righteousness, the minds of the angry individuals find a way to get rid of all their misery. At that unstable state of consciousness, they are drawn to the description of the Holy War. They visualize a glimmer of hope. They feel absolutely immersed in it. Finally when they emerge as holy warriors, they are no longer humans, from the emotional perspective. They emerge as wild beasts, neurologically almost unable to feel human emotions, like empathy, love, kindness and compassion. Consequently the whole world faces the wrath of the most primitive of all human elements in the name of God's judgment."
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"Our talk is right and the other person's talk is wrong, however if a conflict occurs, then it is wrong."
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"You want a revolution, start murdering innocents."
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"Hatred is always at war with love that keeps growing."
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"The devil is the initiator of persecution."
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"Where there is insistence, there is worldly life."
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"No". Tyrion's voice was hoarse. "Sansa is no longer yours to torment. Understand that, monster." Joffrey sneered. "You're the monster, Uncle" "Am I?" Tyrion cocked his head. "Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kinds seem to be dying like flies."
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"Whether in the name of Just War, Witch-Hunt or the Inquisition, at various points of history for various poppycock reasons the cross had been the weapon of mass destruction in the hands of the orthodox church."
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"Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I'll be betraying someone."
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"Mine is better than ours."
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"What was the point of spying if you couldn't keep it a secret?"
Past
"Lifting his head, he whispered against her wet, throbbing lips, 'Too much? Wasn't that sweet, Consider even. But oh, hell no. She gasped, 'Not enough."
Affection
"He was the darkest of voices inside her head, the Night - kind King, and when he turned his gift of persuasion onto her, she wanted to take her soul out of her body and hand it to him."
Power
"I'm busy, you're busy, everybody's busy. I've got a lot I want to say to you, though. 'All right, Pia told her. 'Hit me with it. 'First, I'm so sorry about what my uncle Urien did to you guys. I hate him, he killed my family, and we're going to cut off his head, and then I have to be Queen, but before that happens let's do lunch, okay?"
Diplomacy
"With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he couldn't put into words, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his."
Affection
"Aryal whispered, 'If I start slapping people, I might not be able to stop."
Anger
"Great, numbskull. Just bloody great. You've already managed to piss off the Queen. What's next on your agenda, setting fire to Disneyland?"
Absurdity
"She was the real treasure, more precious than sapphires, diamonds and gold.At the core of his ancient, cynical heart, he was an acquisitive creature, after all."
Success
"His father read aloud, quietly, his voice steady and gentle, while he pressed a hand to Liam's delicate back, supporting his position....She realized Dragos was reading the quarterly profit percentages from a stockholders' report."
Responsibility
"She paused and unexpectedly stroked her fingers down the feathers of his neck.He froze. She couldn't know how intimate that seemed, or how sensitive he was to her touch even through the sleek covering of eagle feathers. Pleasure at being petted ran down his spine.He should say something or step away. He did neither. Instead, ever so slightly, he leaned into her touch.It was wrong of him, but his wrong button seemed to be broken, and he didn't care."
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