It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.
Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.
If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.
A weapon men use against women is the refusal to take them seriously.
Wars are never cured, they just go into remission for a few years.
Assured her I've never loved anyone except myself and have no intention of starting now.
Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.
Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction
It'll be all right." Julia's gentleness makes it worse. "In the end, Jace." "It doesn't feel very all right." "That's because it's not the end.
I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.
What is "poker"? A card game where abler liars take money off less able liars.
Time is the speed at which the past decays.
... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.
Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
There's a link between bigotry and bad spelling.
Right, my phone. When these things first appeared, they were so cool. Only when it was too late did people realize they are as cool as electronic tags on remand prisoners.
Faith shall save your Soul from Death. Without Faith, Death is a drowning, the end of ends, and what sane man wouldn't fear that? But with Faith, Death is nothing worse than the end of the voyage we call life, and the beginning of an eternal voyage in a company of our Loved Ones, with griefs and woes smoothed out, and under the capacity of our Creator.
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.
Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.
A novelist needs to know his own strong points and weak points.
I can't bear living in this huge beautiful world and not try to imitate it as best I can.
I still haven't quite got used to eating live fish.
I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
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