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“New York. Anton Meyer’s wife had just gone to New Jersey to stay with her sister for a couple of days. For the first time in a while, his day hadn’t ended in an argument and he’d been able to enjoy a good night’s sleep. It was 10 in the morning and Meyer had already dealt efficiently with most of the files on his desk. He had taken a moment to congratulate himself on this when Maurice Kramer appeared at his door. “Daydreaming again, Meyer?” Kramer’s beady eyes glared meanly at him.”
― Mark Ellis, The French Spy

“… I went back to the stories people wrote about Him. It was mostly crazy stories written by people who called themselves Matthew, Mark, Luke and John … just stories, nothing you could rely on are they! We will never know. All this made me see a different side to Him and I didn’t like it much. Utter unkind words against your brother and you will burn in hell. He was good at describing this to people, …the blazing furnace, the place of wailing and grinding of teeth.”
― Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, A MAN WHO SEEMED REAL: A story of love, lies, fear and kindness

“I’m fucking asking you!” The man stood his ground.
From the corner of his eye Adam could see the other man getting up from his chair. It was time to go. Adam head-butted the first man who was blocking his way, and then kneed him in the groin for good measure. As the man doubled up, Adam pushed past him.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Are you mad? Something needs to be done. I cannot just go for a walk like every other day. Our world is falling apart.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“You piece of shit, you need a wife; a woman’s touch in your life.’ But who would marry someone like me? Being a PI isn’t exactly the best profession to be in to attract a wife. I’ve read about too many investigators and policemen who end up divorced and I certainly fall into that category.”
― Behcet Kaya, Treacherous Estate

“Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“– Мама, Элли больше нет. Ифи изменилась. Все изменилось. Это варенье из ежевики, готовка обедов на всю семью, которая давно уже не собирается за одним столом, торты на дни рождения Арти… Зачем это, мама? Перестань притворяться. Семьи больше нет.
Она ударила меня ложкой. Сильно, с размаху – прямо по уху. Фиолетово-черный сок забрызгал весь стол. Мама в ужасе уставилась на меня. Я тоже уставилась на нее, открыв рот. Потом развернулась и убежала.
Я пришла к дедушке и забралась на капот грузовика с генератором. Мама никогда в жизни меня не била. Это был первый и единственный раз, и я знала, что получила заслуженно. Также я знала, что мама уже давно выпала из реальности и никогда не поймет, почему это было заслуженно. Она ударила, не задумываясь. Это был рефлекторный, животный отклик на святотатство. Но я сама верила, что все плохо, что Арти отвернулся от нас, близнецы сломлены, Цыпа потерян, папа слаб и испуган, у мамы туманится сознание, и я осталась совсем одна – юная старуха, сидящая на руинах, глядя на то, как все рушится, и греясь в дыму этого погребального костра. Мне было так одиноко и грустно, и рядом не было никого, кто сумел бы меня утешить. Я ненавидела маму за то, что она не желает признать очевидное и разделить со мной горе. Наверное, в моем взрослеющем сердце еще теплилась детская надежда, что если мама откроет глаза и увидит, что́ происходит, она все исправит, починит, как сломанную игрушку, и все станет, как прежде.

Я сидела в фургоне совсем одна, забившись в свой шкафчик. Меня тошнило. Мутило так, что бросало то в жар, то в холод. Дверцы шкафчика были открыты, и я видела участок блестящего линолеума. Узор из оранжевых кирпичей. Мне хотелось, чтобы пол был голубой или серый – и охлаждал взгляд.”
― Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

“and, let us not forget, the culmination of nearly five thousand years of continuous Chinese history.”
― Max Brooks, World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War

“It was Grandma Holland from Rhode Island—my mother’s mother—who appeared for me finally at the classroom door. She and Mrs. Nelkin whispered together at the front of the room in a way that made me wonder if they knew each other. Then, in a sweeter voice than I was used to, Mrs. Nelkin told me I could go home. We didn’t go home, though. Grandma led me down the two flights of school stairs and out into a taxicab, which took us to St. Paul’s Cathedral. On the way there she told me my mother had had to go to a big hospital in Hartford because of “female trouble” and that my father had gone with her. Ma would be gone for at least two weeks and she, Grandma, would take care of me. There just wasn’t any baby anymore and that was that. We were having creamed dried beef for supper.”
― Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone

“If you as a leader allow people to halfway do their jobs and don’t demand excellence as a prerequisite to keeping their job, you will create a culture of mediocrity.”
― Dave Ramsey, EntreLeadership: 20 Years of Practical Business Wisdom from the Trenches

“No son wishes to see his son less powerful than himself.”
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall