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  • #1
    Peter B. Forster
    “I hope these words will be of some help and comfort to those who read them.
    Nobody knows when they will be tested and there are no right or wrong answers, we are all of us lost when tragedy comes to call. All we can ever do is to be there, give love and do the best we can, often that is all it needs.”
    Peter B. Forster, More Than Love, A Husband's Tale

  • #2
    C. Toni Graham
    “Toni's Talk: When you invest in yourself, you have instant credibility with your biggest critic...you! As soon as you let doubt creep in---you lose that investment. Make a daily commitment to assess your worth with positive affirmations and watch your investment grow.”
    C.Toni Graham

  • #3
    Robyn Mundell
    “Wish me good luck, please,” I whisper.
    “On one condition,” Philemone says. “Remember, what you call luck is the meeting of opportunity and flexibility.”
    I smile, weakly.
    “Good luck,” she says. “Now go.”
    Robyn Mundell, Brainwalker

  • #4
    Andrea Luhman
    “It's not the answer you wanted to hear," Pha said.
    "It's the truth," Katrina said stepping onto the walk leading to the back door. "The truth's better than hearing nothing.”
    Andrea Luhman, Missing Wings

  • #5
    Leslie  Garland
    “It was cold out here in this world beyond childhood.”
    Leslie W.P. Garland, The Bat (The Red Grouse Tales) - A coming of age story involving a search after truth, doubt and a bat!

  • #6
    Dennis Lehane
    “You heard me. Let someone else send you to your blaze of glory. You're a speck, man. You're nothing. You're not worth the bullet or the mark on my soul for taking you out."
    You trying to piss me off again, Patrick?" He removed Campbell Rawson from his shoulder and held him aloft.
    I tilted my wrist so the cylinder fell into my palm, shrugged. "You're a joke, Gerry. I'm just calling it like I see it."
    That so?"
    Absolutely." I met his hard eyes with my own. "And you'll be replaced, just like everything else, in maybe a week, tops. Some other dumb, sick shit will come along and kill some people and he'll be all over the papers, and all over Hard Copy and you'll be yesterday's news. Your fifteen minutes are up, Gerry. And they've passed without impact."
    They'll remember this," Gerry said. "Believe me."
    Gerry clamped back on the trigger. When he met my finger, he looked at me and then clamped down so hard that my finger broke.
    I depressed the trigger on the one-shot and nothing happened.
    Gerry shrieked louder, and the razor came out of my flesh, then swung back immediately, and I clenched my eyes shut and depressed the trigger frantically three times.
    And Gerry's hand exploded.
    And so did mine.
    The razor hit the ice by my knee as I dropped the one shot and fire roared up the electrical tape and gasoline on Gerry's arm and caught the wisps of Danielle's hair.
    Gerry threw his head back and opened his mouth wide and bellowed in ecstasy.
    I grabbed the razor, could barely feel it because the nerves in my hand seemed to have stopped working.
    I slashed into the electric tape at the end of the shotgun barrel, and Danielle dropped away toward the ice and rolled her head into the frozen sand.
    My broken finger came back out of the shotgun and Gerry swung the barrels toward my head.
    The twin shotgun bores arced through the darkness like eyes without mercy or soul, and I raised my head to meet them, and Gerry's wail filled my ears as the fire licked at his neck.
    Good-bye, I thought. Everyone. It's been nice.
    Oscar's first two shots entered the back of Gerry's head and exited through the center of his forehead and a third punched into his back.
    The shotgun jerked upward in Gerry's flaming arm and then the shots came from the front, several at once, and Gerry spun like a marionette and pitched toward the ground. The shotgun boomed twice and punched holes through the ice in front of him as he fell.
    He landed on his knees and, for a moment, I wasn't sure if he was dead or not. His rusty hair was afire and his head lolled to the left as one eye disappeared in flames but the other shimmered at me through waves of heat, and an amused derision shone in the pupil.
    Patrick, the eye said through the gathering smoke, you still know nothing.
    Oscar rose up on the other side of Gerry's corpse, Campbell Rawson clutched tight to his massive chest as it rose and fell with great heaving breaths. The sight of it-something so soft and gentle in the arms of something so thick and mountaineous-made me laugh.
    Oscar came out of the darkness toward me, stepped around Gerry's burning body, and I felt the waves of heat rise toward me as the circle of gasoline around Gerry caught fire.
    Burn, I thought. Burn. God help me, but burn.
    Just after Oscar stepped over the outer edge of the circle, it erupted in yellow flame, and I found myself laughing harder as he looked at it, not remotely impressed.
    I felt cool lips smack against my ear, and by the time I looked her way, Danielle was already past me, rushing to take her child from Oscar.
    His huge shadow loomed over me as he approached, and I looked up at him and he held the look for a long moment.
    How you doing, Patrick?" he said and smiled broadly.
    And, behind him, Gerry burned on the ice.
    And everything was so goddamned funny for some reason, even though I knew it wasn't. I knew it wasn't. I did. But I was still laughing when they put me in the ambulance.”
    Dennis Lehane

  • #7
    Leon Uris
    “Habían arrancado el alambre de espino, las cámaras y los hornos crematorios habían desaparecido, pero los recuerdos no le abandonarían nunca.”
    Leon Uris, Éxodo

  • #8
    Jerome K. Jerome
    “overworked,”
    Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

  • #9
    Philip K. Dick
    “Look in it,' he said, smiling slightly, as you do when you have given someone a present which you know will please him and he is unwrapping it before your eyes.
    I opened it. In the folder I found four 8×10 glossy photos, obviously professionally done; they looked like the kind of stills that the publicity departments of movie studios put out.
    The photos showed a Greek vase, on it a painting of a male figure who we recognized as Hermes.
    Twined around the vase the double helix confronted us, done in red glaze against a black background. The DNA molecule. There could be no mistake.
    'Twenty-three or -four hundred years ago,' Fat said. 'Not the picture but the krater, the pottery.'
    'A pot,' I said.
    'I saw it in a museum in Athens. It's authentic. Thats not a matter of my own opinion; I'm not qualified to judge such matters; it's authenticity has been established by the museum authorities. I talked with one of them. He hadn't realized what the design shows; he was very interested when I discussed it with him. This form of vase, the krater, was the shape later used as the baptismal font. That was one of the Greek words that came into my head in March 1974, the word “krater”. I heard it connected with another Greek word: “poros”. The words “poros krater” essentially mean “limestone font”. '
    There could be no doubt; the design, predating Christianity, was Crick and Watson's double helix model at which they had arrived after so many wrong guesses, so much trial-and-error work. Here it was, faithfully reproduced.
    'Well?' I said.
    'The so-called intertwined snakes of the caduceus. Originally the caduceus, which is still the symbol of medicine was the staff of- not Hermes-but-' Fat paused, his eyes bright. 'Of Asklepios. It has a very specific meaning, besides that of wisdom, which the snakes allude to; it shows that the bearer is a sacred person and not to be molested...which is why Hermes the messenger of the gods, carried it.'
    None of us said anything for a time.
    Kevin started to utter something sarcastic, something in his dry, witty way, but he did not; he only sat without speaking.
    Examining the 8×10 glossies, Ginger said, 'How lovely!'
    'The greatest physician in all human history,' Fat said to her. 'Asklepios, the founder of Greek medicine. The Roman Emperor Julian-known to us as Julian the Apostate because he renounced Christianity-conside​red Asklepios as God or a god; Julian worshipped him. If that worship had continued, the entire history of the Western world would have basically changed”
    Philip K. Dick, VALIS

  • #10
    John Patrick Kennedy
    “Nothing dies in Hell.”
    John Patrick Kennedy, Plague of Angels

  • #11
    Andrew  Davidson
    “As soon as a man has chosen a side in war, he's already picked the wrong one.”
    Andrew Davidson, The Gargoyle



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