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"Some men laugh easily. It makes them winning dinner companions."
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"There is no personal charm so great as the charm of a cheerful temperament."
"A woman's elegance will charm you for days, her beauty will charm you for weeks, her grace will charm you for years, and her virtue will charm you for a lifetime."
"Part of the charm of what I do is the fact that it's completely unrelated to everything that came before."
"He was bright, bright, bright, like a lantern above a pub door in November- he made you want to come in and never leave."
"She may be an old flame, but she still smokin'."
"I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations."
"She was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed towards conversation."
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"Memories sharp enough to cut himself on - the smells, the sounds, the feel of the air on his skin, the desperate hope and mad anger."
"Fear has made them sloppy. The world teeters at a precipe. All scared to take a step in case they put a foot into empty air. The instinct of self-preservation. It can destroy a man's efficiency."
"Some men you stick to right off. But it's those that take time to stick that stick longest."
"Empathy? What's that? Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. 'It's a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself."
"The world is all change, my friend. We all would like to go back, but the past is done. We must look forwards. We must change ourselves, however painful it may be, or be left behind."
"Vengeance is a way of clinging to what we have lost. A wedge in the Last Door, and through the crack we can still glimpse the faces of the dead. We strain towards it with all our being, break every rule to have it, but when we clutch it, there is nothing there. Only grief."
"They appear somewhat unreliable,' he murmured.'Unreliable? Nonsense, Superior! Out of luck is all, and we both know how that goes, no? Why, there's not a man of them I wouldn't trust my mother to.'Are you sure?'She's been dead these twenty years. What harm could they do her now?"
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