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“You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“Flipping through, the first thing she came across was a restaurant menu featuring animals and rodents in a reference to the starvation of residents during the Siege of Paris of 1870-71 − horse soup, dog cutlets, ragout of cat, roast ostrich, fricassee of rats and mice? The French and their obsession with food presentation.”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth

“There is a wonderful saying that goes: ‘A person needs, on average, two years to learn to speak and then an entire lifetime to learn to be silent.”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“Just the class division of society creates two different, two parallel worlds/antipodes in this very society. And this means yet two polar models of behavior in the political life of the society—the democracy of the rich class is in fact a dictatorship for the poor one! In other words, the state is not of people and democracy is not for all.”
― Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

“After a week he was moved to a different wing and into a shared six-by-eight with a grizzled old con called Alf. He had faded tattoos that stained most of the visible skin on his hands, arms and neck a dull blue, sharp eyes and a thick beard that made his mouth look like an axe wound on a bear.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Gossip is like thread wound over a spindle of truth, changing its shape.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“It's amazin’ what people tell you when they’re relaxed and sittin’ in a barber chair.”
― A.G. Russo, Bangtails, Grifters, and a Liar's Kiss

“Много по-късно той се събуди в просъница и реши, че чува морето, което от тази стая не беше невъзможно, но после осъзна, че тя безшумно хлипа. Протегна ръка и тя несръчно притисна лице във врата му - не за утеха, а с някакъв сляп натиск, за да забрави.
- Какво има, мила?
- Как можем да го понесем?
- Кое?
- Това. Това кратко преброено време. Как можем да го проспим?
- Можем да мълчим заедно и да се преструваме - понеже сме още в началото, - че разполагаме с цялото време на света.
- Което ще намалява всеки ден. И накрая ще свърши.
- Нима заради това би предпочела изобщо да го няма?
- Не. Именно към този момент вървя от самото начало. От мига, от който имам чувство за време. Когато си отида, това ще е средата, точката, към която всичко е водело преди и от която всичко ще продължи. Ала сега, любими, сега сме тук и тези други времена се случват другаде.
- Много поетичен, но неутешителен възглед.
- И двамата знаем, че добрата поезия е неутешителна.”
― A.S. Byatt, Possession

“I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.”
― Madeleine L'Engle, The Irrational Season

“The rich wanted to be kaloi k’agathoi, the beautiful and the good—so let them use their graces in the service of the democracy”
― Robin Waterfield, Creators, Conquerors, and Citizens: A History of Ancient Greece

“Just because drivers and cooks in Delhi are reading Murder Weekly, it doesn't mean that they are all about to slit their masters' necks. Of course they’d like to. Of course, a billion servants are secretly fantasizing about strangling their bosses — and that’s why the government of India publishes this magazine and sells it on the streets for just four and a half rupees so that even the poor can buy it. you see, the murdered in the magazine is so mentally disturbed and sexually deranged that not one reader would want to be like him — and in the end he always gets caught by some honest, hardworking police officer (ha!), or goes mad and hangs himself by a bedsheet after writing a sentimental letter to his mother or primary school teacher, or is chased, beaten, buggered, and garroted by the brother of the woman he has done in. So if your driver is busy flicking through the pages of Murder Weekly, relax. No danger to you. Quite the contrary.

It’s when your driver starts to read about Gandhi and the Buddha that it’s time to wet your pants.”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger

“I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

“The pen is mightier than the sword... an considerably easier to write with. - Marty Feldman”
― Tom Sechrist