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  • #1
    Karl Braungart
    “He grabbed her arm and karate-chopped her wrist to force the weapon out of her hand. She lost her balance and fell backward, but he kept a grip on her.”
    Karl Braungart, Triple Deception

  • #2
    Max Nowaz
    “Where’s my uncle?” she asked.
    “I don’t know who your uncle is, but if it as the guy who owned this place before I bought it, then he’s pushing up daisies.”
    “But it can’t be, he’s still young.”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #3
    Barry Kirwan
    “next”
    Barry Kirwan, Eden's Trial

  • #4
    “Perhaps you are right, sister.  Perhaps it is time we all calmed down a little and started to tell each other the truth.”  Šarlatová paused to look at the faces of everyone assembled in the room and added, “But it is going to take a while….a long while.”
    Stephen A. Reger, Storm Surge: Book Two of the Stormsong Trilogy

  • #5
    Viktor E. Frankl
    “Life is not primarily a quest for pleasure, as Freud believed, or a quest for power, as Alfred Adler taught, but a quest for meaning. The greatest task for any person is to find meaning in his or her life. Frankl saw three possible sources for meaning: in work (doing something significant), in love (caring for another person), and in courage during difficult times. Suffering in and of itself is meaningless; we give our suffering meaning by the way in which we respond to it. At one point, Frankl writes that a person “may remain brave, dignified and unselfish, or in the bitter Fight for self-preservation he may forget his human dignity and become no more than an animal.”
    Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

  • #6
    Arthur Golden
    “... nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.”
    Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

  • #7
    Christine M. Knight
    “Belonging is a deep genetic drive. More and more, Cassie felt it. Safe and comfortable with the Madison House residents, her membership in the wider community was extending, weaving itself into the layers of her life. p213”
    Christine M. Knight

  • #8
    Patricia D'Arcy Laughlin
    “A female’s right to choose must be sacrosanct!”
    Patricia D'Arcy Laughlin, Sacrifices Beyond Kingdoms: A Provocative Romance Torn Between Continents and Cultures

  • #9
    Therisa Peimer
    “Mom, please don't use 'the happy voice.' It reminds me of the day Tinkles died."
    "Who was Tinkles?" Sue asked around a mouthful of pancake.
    "My cat. When I was five, Tinkles died choking on a mouse that was a bit ambitious for a kitten to eat."
    "It was terribly traumatic for Aurelia because it was the first time she'd experienced loss." 
    "What did you do to help her get through it?" 
    Rosalind smiled at Mother Guardian. "Well, after a good cry, we performed an autopsy."
    Aurelia reached for her mother's hand. "I never thanked you for that.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #10
    K.  Ritz
    “Snake Street is an area I should avoid. Yet that night I was drawn there as surely as if I had an appointment. 
    The Snake House is shabby on the outside to hide the wealth within. Everyone knows of the wealth, but facades, like the park’s wall, must be maintained. A lantern hung from the porch eaves. A sign, written in Utte, read ‘Kinship of the Serpent’. I stared at that sign, at that porch, at the door with its twisted handle, and wondered what the people inside would do if I entered. Would they remember me? Greet me as Kin? Or drive me out and curse me for faking my death?  Worse, would they expect me to redon the life I’ve shed? Staring at that sign, I pissed in the street like the Mearan savage I’ve become.
    As I started to leave, I saw a woman sitting in the gutter. Her lamp attracted me. A memsa’s lamp, three tiny flames to signify the Holy Trinity of Faith, Purity, and Knowledge.  The woman wasn’t a memsa. Her young face was bruised and a gash on her throat had bloodied her clothing. Had she not been calmly assessing me, I would have believed the wound to be mortal. I offered her a copper. 
    She refused, “I take naught for naught,” and began to remove trinkets from a cloth bag, displaying them for sale.
    Her Utte accent had been enough to earn my coin. But to assuage her pride I commented on each of her worthless treasures, fighting the urge to speak Utte. (I spoke Universal with the accent of an upper class Mearan though I wondered if she had seen me wetting the cobblestones like a shameless commoner.) After she had arranged her wares, she looked up at me. “What do you desire, O Noble Born?”
    I laughed, certain now that she had seen my act in front of the Snake House and, letting my accent match the coarseness of my dress, I again offered the copper.
     “Nay, Noble One. You must choose.” She lifted a strand of red beads. “These to adorn your lady’s bosom?”
                I shook my head. I wanted her lamp. But to steal the light from this woman ... I couldn’t ask for it. She reached into her bag once more and withdrew a book, leather-bound, the pages gilded on the edges. “Be this worthy of desire, Noble Born?”
     I stood stunned a moment, then touched the crescent stamped into the leather and asked if she’d stolen the book. She denied it. I’ve had the Training; she spoke truth. Yet how could she have come by a book bearing the Royal Seal of the Haesyl Line? I opened it. The pages were blank.
    “Take it,” she urged. “Record your deeds for study. Lo, the steps of your life mark the journey of your soul.”
      I told her I couldn’t afford the book, but she smiled as if poverty were a blessing and said, “The price be one copper. Tis a wee price for salvation, Noble One.”
      So I bought this journal. I hide it under my mattress. When I lie awake at night, I feel the journal beneath my back and think of the woman who sold it to me. Damn her. She plagues my soul. I promised to return the next night, but I didn’t. I promised to record my deeds. But I can’t. The price is too high.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #11
    William Kely McClung
    “A freshman congresswoman was demanding an investigation into whoever hacked her Flat Earth support group. It could spell the end of the entire flat planet if the FBI, Homeland Security, and her hometown library couldn’t track the subversive bastards down.”
    William Kely McClung, LOOP

  • #12
    Diane Merrill Wigginton
    “I’ll say, G’day to you, Mr. Ryan!” Catherine said as she quickly closed the door in his face. “Oh, the arrogance,” she growled under her breath, leaning her back up against the closed door. “He thinks he’s so irresistible with his rugged good looks and sexy accent.”

    “I’m standing right here, and I can hear you!” came Jake’s muffled words from the other side of the door. “Oh, c’mon love. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was offending you.”
    Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

  • #13
    “Cognitive robotics can integrate information from pre-operation medical records with real-time operating metrics to guide and enhance the precision of physicians’ instruments. By processing data from genuine surgical experiences, they’re able to provide new and improved insights and techniques. These kinds of improvements can improve patient outcomes and boost trust in AI throughout the surgery. Robotics can lead to a 21% reduction in length of stay.”
    Ronald M. Razmi, AI Doctor: The Rise of Artificial Intelligence in Healthcare - A Guide for Users, Buyers, Builders, and Investors

  • #14
    “However, there is a way to know for certain that Noah’s Flood and the Creation story never happened: by looking at our mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA).  Mitochondria are the “cellular power plants” found in all of our cells and they have their own DNA which is separate from that found in the nucleus of the cell.  In humans, and most other species that mitochondria are found in, the father’s mtDNA normally does not contribute to the child’s mtDNA; the child normally inherits its mtDNA exclusively from its mother.  This means that if no one’s genes have mutated, then we all have the same mtDNA as our brothers and sisters and the same mtDNA as the children of our mother’s sisters, etc. This pattern of inheritance makes it possible to rule out “population bottlenecks” in our species’ history.  A bottleneck is basically a time when the population of a species dwindled to low numbers.  For humans, this means that every person born after a bottleneck can only have the mtDNA or a mutation of the mtDNA of the women who survived the bottleneck. This doesn’t mean that mtDNA can tell us when a bottleneck happened, but it can tell us when one didn’t happen because we know that mtDNA has a rate of approximately one mutation every 3,500 years (Gibbons 1998; Soares et al 2009). So if the human race were actually less than 6,000 years old and/or “everything on earth that breathed died” (Genesis 7:22) less than 6,000 years ago, which would be the case if the story of Adam and the story of Noah’s flood were true respectively, then every person should have the exact same mtDNA except for one or two mutations.  This, however, is not the case as human mtDNA is much more diverse (Endicott et al 2009), so we can know for a fact that the story of Adam and Eve and the story of Noah are fictional.   There”
    Alexander Drake, The Invention of Christianity

  • #15
    Walter M. Miller Jr.
    “M'Lord, I know from history that once upon a time in a much earlier Church, a vocation to the priesthood meant a call from the bishop, not necessarily a call from God. And I heard the Bishop of Rome himself call you to be that which you have now become by ordination and consecration.”
    Walter M. Miller Jr., Saint Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman

  • #16
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #17
    Nancy E. Turner
    “A friendly silence can speak between two who will walk together a long way, she said.”
    Nancy E. Turner, These Is My Words

  • #18
    Władysław Szpilman
    “They gave no alms; in their view charity simply demoralized people. If you worked as hard as they did then you would earn as much too: it was open to everyone to do so, and if you didn’t know how to get on in life that was your own fault.”
    Władysław Szpilman, The Pianist

  • #19
    Alyssa Hall
    “I hate crickets,” he said. “Yes,” she replied. “Crickets are like cilantro. You either love ‘em or hate ‘em." “Did you just say cilantro?” The look on his face suggested she had just lost her mind. ”
    Alyssa Hall, And Then I Heard the Quiet

  • #20
    “Many believers are missing freedom and abundant life because they’re standing beside God’s will but not in God’s will.”
    Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

  • #21
    “The Arabs poisoned the wells before they left—rotten dead animals dropped in.”
    Murray Bailey, The Prisoner of Acre

  • #22
    Ellen J. Lewinberg
    “Water continued to explain about the life of the tree. “Trees can be as big below the ground as they are above it. And there are mother trees in the forests—these are the oldest trees. They have the most connections with the other trees. Trees communicate with each other and look after the young trees by sending them nutrients through their roots.”
    Ellen J. Lewinberg, Joey and His Friend Water

  • #23
    C. Toni Graham
    “Smile if you want to. Grimace if you’re told to.”
    C. Toni Graham

  • #24
    “When pain and talent mix together, that’s when you’re able to persevere in your goals in life; the pain gives your talent something to feed into.”
    Vernon Davis

  • #25
    Author Harold Phifer
    “Once Pastor Keith hit a crescendo, Sister Gertrude would rise and jump, scream, kick, dance, and pass the hell out. Obviously, she required physical restraints to minimize damage to other parishioners and a cleanup crew for the broken pews, discarded clothing,mangled jewelry, and loose items strewn about. Yes, it took an army of ushers to physically restrain her. She was twice as big as a man. No one smaller than Shaquille O’Neal could take her down. Well, I became her parasite and First Responder. Whenever I saw aglare in her eyes, twitch in her neck, or frown on her face, I knew to move into position. But for me, getting injured was a badge of honor. I just had to be a part of her fiascos. Yet, on one Easter Sunday, I got more than I bargained for. When our youth choir created a stir, Sister Gertrude went haywire. First, she reverse dunked her grandbaby into my breadbasket. Once again, she knew I would be there for the airborne toddler. Second, a whole orchard of mixed fruits flew over my head. Third, a scarf, blouse, wig, and shoe were diverted my way. Finally, a bevy of oversized Ushers and Deacons twisted, pulled, and sacrificed themselves before Sister Gertrude went lax. It was the most outrageous display Zion Gate Union had ever seen. Mind you, she was never a disappointment for a would-be reverend like me.”
    Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

  • #26
    Gabriel F.W. Koch
    “Notation on Quark Manipulation as Applied to the Time/Space Continuum.”
    Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

  • #27
    Lotchie Burton
    “The image of the sensual, sleep-laden Naomi made him smile. And wish he’d been lying on the pillow next to her when she’d opened her eyes. Lucky pillow.”
    Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

  • #28
    Margarita Barresi
    “Marco’s heart swelled with pride at his culture. Maybe it was the coquito, but his eyes teared at this beautiful Reyes celebration, heavenly food, lush green mountains, clean air, and his family’s delighted faces. He felt sorry for the stiff people at the Casino de Puerto Rico, pretending to be jíbaros and eating food half as delicious as this. Actually, no. He didn’t feel sorry for them. It was precisely what they deserved.”
    Margarita Barresi, A Delicate Marriage

  • #29
    “If I ever see you again, you traitorous bastard, I'll take out the other fucking eye!”
    Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five

  • #30
    Peggy Parish
    “Amelia Bedelia," said Mrs. Rogers,
    "Christmas is just around the corner."
    "It is?" said Amelia Bedelia. "Which corner?"
    Mrs. Rogers lauhged and said,
    "I mean tomorrow is Christmas Day."
    "I know that," said Amelia Bedelia.”
    Peggy Parish, Merry Christmas, Amelia Bedelia



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