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"He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have his own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!"
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"He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have his own cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!"
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"How long since you had sex? Aeron asked his friend. Another moan. "Two-three days. Paris wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. Which meant Paris hadnYt had a female since before their return. But Aeron knew Lucien had flashed the warrior into town every night theyYd spent in the desert for just that reason. Had the warrior had trouble finding a willing partner? "Let me take you into town. You can- "No. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine."
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"When she reaches down to touch his shoulder-a gesture only a few species and a million or so years removed from lifting a leg and marking him as her territory with a stream of urine-enough bracelets and bangles to lay track across the Australian Outback slide down her arm and come to a jangling stop at her wrist."
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"Always happens with men. They promise friendship. They promise to treat you as an equal. In the end, all they want is to possess you."
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"I' means the Self and 'my' means what belongs to the self. All that is 'my' is acquisition [parigrah]. You should keep [only] whatever acquisition you are able to carry."
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"Well, they had a lot of the things they found in his possession. They had the map, you know, that marked the route of the parade. They had statements from the bus driver and the taxicab driver that hauled him somewhere."
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"Treasure your relationships, not your possessions."
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"I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me."
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"Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones."
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"Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me--or no one."
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"The truth is that most writers are needy."
Wisdom
"She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash."
Life
"Remember Stephen King's First Rule of Writers and Agents, learned by bitter personal experience: You don't need one until you're making enough for someone to steal ... and if you're making that much, you'll be able to take your pick of good agents."
Writing
"Time, Eddie had decided during this period, was in large part created by external events. When a lot of interesting shit was happening, time seemed to go by fast. If you got stuck with nothing but the usual boring shit, it slowed down. And when everything stopped happening, time apparently quit altogether. Just packed up and went to Coney Island. Weird but true."
Perception
"Any good marriage is secret territory, a necessary white space on society's map. What others don't know about it is what makes it yours."
Marriage
"Some werewolves are hairy on the inside."
Humor
"The wide corridor up the centre of E Block was floored with linoleum the colour of tired old limes, and so what was the Last Mile at other prisons was called the Green Mile at Cold Mountain."
Justice
"At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Horror is destroyed by boredom. Love is a dream."
Fear
"Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug."
Love
"And as I thought about the body of Ray Brower in this light- or lack of it- what I felt was not queasiness or fear that he would suddenly appear before us, a green and gibbering banshee whose purpose was to drive us back the way we had come before we could disturb his- its- peace,but a sudden and unexpected wash of pity that he should be so alone and so defenceless in the dark that was now coming over our side of the world."
Life
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