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“By being proactive, engaged, and committed to personal growth, you can create lasting connections that will benefit you academically and professionally.”
― Pilar Calvoz Cordón, Shape Your Path at IE University : What to expect from Spain’s Instituto de Empresa University

“Where’s everybody? I thought you had started production.”
“They’ve got a day off, but don’t worry you’ll see the machinery is here.”
But Brown was worried. As they entered the canteen, the lights came on
automatically. There was nobody there.
“What’s going…...” but he never finished the sentence. Brown felt a sharp pain on the
side of his head and everything went black.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“If the Agency could become a container for something neither Anna nor Mary had known before: a family. Now, without Caroline depending on her, Anna was alone. It did not taste good. There were voices inside: I am risking everything; I could lose everything.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“Their renewed sense of hope had fired up their fatigued muscles like a burst of steam powering a locomotive.”
― Rich DiSilvio, A Blazing Gilded Age

“Alick can call me whatever makes you feel comfortable.”
― J L MARRAIN, The Gridd: Perils of the Lightholder

“Kurt said, “I have always wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smug look from the face of thee Prussian Pickle!”
― Michael G. Kramer, His Forefathers and Mick

“There once was a dog named Bonnie who had lived in a library since she was a puppy.”
― Coco Calvoz Cordon, Debbie Wants No Words

“You won’t be able to start your training either, and you won’t be able to meet your true teacher and return home, Theo, until you defeat your own inner dragon.”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“Gabriel Edward Mackie, born with soulful maturity and an intrinsic sense of empathy, gazed at life through a poetic contemplative lens relishing the plangent sounds of the wind dancing through the trees during a thunderstorm, inhaling the nutty scent of roasted peanuts at the ballpark, and firmly believing that if he stretched his arms high enough, he could touch his dreams. Driven by his keen curiosity, ability to find a silver lining in the darkest cloud, and vision, he spent boundless energy revering nature’s rarities like the spidery veins in between rose petals and a heron’s powder down feathers.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Sillyhead, Sam said. Are you kidding! You’ve been raised by pirates. Remember!”
― Patricia Mather Parker, The Abode

“forget what you know”
― John C. Waugh, busted haiku

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
He, of course, replied, “No.”
“Well, we’re going to a better place.”
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
“My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
“Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“It was all in my head and now all I had to do was figure out a way to get it down on paper.”
― Ann Patchett

“This stated, “Dear Mr. Prime Minister, I am delighted by the decision of your government to provide an infantry battalion for service in South Vietnam at the request of the Government of South Vietnam” The simple fact about this was that no such request was ever received by the Australian Government.”
― Michael G. Kramer, A Gracious Enemy

“WebMD calls it a stage of grief - anger. But I doubt I'll ever get to the other stages. This one slices me into millions of pieces. Every time I'm whole and back to normal, something happens to tear me apart, and I'm forced to start all over again.
The rain lets up. The devil stops beating his wife, but I beat the dashboard, punching it over and over, numb to the pain of it. I wanna be numb to the pain of all this.”
― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“There is something about raising a child that helps to sharpen one's sense of what is real.”
― Dan Simmons, Hyperion

“I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“Art should stimulate the mind and soul”
― Rich DiSilvio

“There was no going back now. Rubber and metal could only take so much. The car could shatter and send its passengers into an elemental distillation of rock, flesh, blood, and ash. Alchemy, thought Mary, grimly. Too much bloody alchemy.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“Fear! Angel answered. I am Angel. I fear nothing.”
― Patricia Mather Parker, The Abode

“Nonna was steady and safe and always took a strong lead.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“As a child, Michael never once heard anyone tell him “I love you.”
― George Critchlow, The Lifer and the Lawyer: A Story of Punishment, Penitence, and Privilege

“Therefore, knowledge is guarded more carefully than gold”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“His mother always told him he would “be a real somebody, be important someday.” And now that she was gone, he wanted to prove her right all the more.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Your upcoming trip is just around the corner. The excitement is palpable!”
― Anastasia Pash, Travel With Style: Master the Art of Stylish and Functional Travel Capsules

“A magic Adam never knew existed, yet he must somehow control it to survive.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“All right, see you then. Auwaa” — peace, said King Kaskae.”
― J.L. Marrain, The Gridd: Perils of the Lightholder

“The perfect is the enemy of the good.”
― Voltaire

“...for there are two distinct sorts of ideas, those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.”
― Oscar Wilde