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“The music felt like a special gift from Ted, a view into his soul.”
― Marcia Breece, The Last Bottle

“So Admiral, the marshal tells me your trip to Paris was a success.” Jean Louis Xavier François Darlan, admiral of France and the senior minister in Marshal Philippe Pétain’s Vichy government, stroked his cheek. “Yes, all went well as planned, Pierre, although little has been finalised as yet.”
Pierre Laval, former prime minister of France and, until recently, vice-president of Vichy France’s Cabinet of Ministers, chuckled and patted his companion on the knee. “The marshal mentioned no qualifications. He told me you had got everything he wanted from the Germans.”
― Mark Ellis, The French Spy

“I mean, I’d thought about where I would be in five years, what I wanted, but I guess I didn’t realize I’d already headed down a path.”
― Maria Jane, Perfect

“Admiral McPhearson put his arms around Anderson and hugged him. At that moment, admiral and lieutenant became father and son.”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder on the Naval Base

“Cynthia said, “How are things going for you with this birth?”
― Michael G. Kramer, Isabella Warrior Queen

“I remember not belonging. I was always Summer’s older sister—the plain one with the red hair and a gap between her front teeth. The first boy I had a crush on said my teeth looked like piano keys. My smile hid behind by hand until one day the captain of the hockey team said I looked like Madonna. It was like instant validation. Mine wasn’t a flaw, it was a feature . . . my unique trademark. I knew then I didn’t want to be perfect nor was my self-esteem tied to any clique.
Starla reassuring teenage Willa of the correct perspective on self esteem and self-worth.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Employees are savvy. They know the difference between disguising and remedying unfairness at work”
― Hanna Hasl-Kelchner, Seeking Fairness at Work: Cracking the New Code of Greater Employee Engagement, Retention & Satisfaction

“I know a broken man when I see one. ‘I’ve been hurt’ scrolls across your forehead like a digital advertisement on repeat. I’ve got news for you, mister—pain isn’t a monopoly, it’s a franchise. And everybody buys into it at some point or another.”
― Lotchie Burton, Dante's Revenge

“Quite," Detective Vidal pronounced as though he'd learned his English in a British finishing school. "Even Madame Rachel, who sat right beside, could not tell.”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth

“But the outcome was inevitable: she assumed you would not take no for an answer; she could already see your charming smile morph into the grimace of a rabid dog. To”
― Isham Cook, Lust and Philosophy

“Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“Holmes took up the stone and held it against the light. "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed. This stone is not yet twenty years old. It was found in the banks of the Amoy River in soutern China and is remarkable in having every characteristic of the carbuncle, save that it is blue in shade instead of ruby red. In spite of its youth, it has already a sinister history. There have been two murders, a vitriol-throwing, a suicide, and several robberies brought about for the sake of this forty-grain weight of crystallised charcoal. Who would think that so pretty a toy would be a purveyor to the gallows and the prison?”
― Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle - a Sherlock Holmes Short Story

“Единственото, което може да спаси смъртно ранен котарак... е глътка бензин.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“Let me begin with a caveat to any and all who find these pages. Do not trust large bodies of water, and do not cross them. If you, dear reader, have an African hue and find yourself led toward water with vanishing shores, seize your freedom by any means necessary. And cultivate distrust of the colour pink. Pink is taken as the colour of innocence, the colour of childhood, but as it spills across the water in the light of the dying sun, do not fall into its pretty path. There, right underneath, lies a bottomless graveyard of children, mothers and men. I shudder to imagine all the Africans rocking in the deep. Every time I have sailed the seas, I have had the sense of gliding over the unburied.

Some people call the sunset a creation of extraordinary beauty, and proof of God's existence. But what benevolent force would bewitch the human spirit by choosing pink to light the path of a slave vessel? Do not be fooled by the pretty colour, and do not submit to its beckoning.”
― Lawrence Hill, Someone Knows My Name

“Then, together, they passed through the camp gate and marched up the road, toward wives and sweethearts and children and Mom and Dad and home.”
― Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption