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1852bc4
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The only sheets I'll ever long for are my own.
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sex
fidelity
infidelity
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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28f920a
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What must be done must be done, whatever the price, the cost, the pain. One day we all must walk through fire.
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destiny
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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beb8de4
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To watch. To wait. To wonder at a world in chaos,' the girl said. 'And hope one day you fools might learn.
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hope
hope-for-the-future
watching
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David Hewson |
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d15467f
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My life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. It means nothing.
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life
meaninglessness
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David Hewson |
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8b86655
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You speak as if this is a good world with a little evil in it. Rubbish. It's a hellish one where the best a man can do is put a little sanity back and look after his own.
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life
self
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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9914ea1
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It's a long ride home with nothing but me for company. I bore myself sometimes. Not often. Just now and again.
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traveling-alone
traveling
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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2ba9dda
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Do I dream you? Or you dream me? Or does someone, something bigger than all' - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - 'this beauteous calamity, dream everything we see and more?
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existentialism
questions
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David Hewson |
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1a14c6c
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Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no more. I'll weep an ocean in my heart, if the world would give me time. But not now.
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grief
life
tomorrow
insignificance
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David Hewson |
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13f7281
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And still you'll hesitate to tell him, won't you? Why? Because you're a woman? Is your destiny such a small thing then? To keep your legs open and your mouth shut?
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woman
feminism
sexual-objectification
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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4356b34
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There are no secrets.' The thing smiled, showing a row of even, childlike teeth. 'None worth keeping. Only the ones you hide from yourself, which are the most damaging and hurtful of all. Truth is truth, and lie is lie. Tell yourself one's the other and all the world turns kilter.
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truth
lying-to-ourselves
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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9b51922
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the antidote to death was and always would be the heat and fury of life itself.
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sex
passion
life
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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e58bc64
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In their vanity men focus on what they wish to hear and miss the hidden meaning, the lurking threat.
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vanity
threat
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David Hewson |
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5e1d821
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the end, it is the mystery that lasts and not the explanation.
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David Hewson |
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997ab6e
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We spent today sending men to hell. What's more natural than to pass the night dreaming of procreating a few more to take their place?
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war
sex
life
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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4c8a38d
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A nation's not a child, for God's sake. ... It's like a wild horse you tame by breaking it. Or a fiery woman you slap till she sees sense and warms your bed.
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sex
taming
nationalism
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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0aac987
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I've no need of reasons. The doing's enough.' Well said for once, the girl thought. The doing was everything.
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doing
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A.J. Hartley and David Hewson |
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f842ad7
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Perhaps," he continued, "this capacity for evil is in all of us, then, and it's largely down to fortune whether we encounter the circumstance that breathes life into it or not. Just as it's luck that determines when or if that faulty gene breaks and gives you cancer or Marfan or the physique of an Olympian."
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David Hewson |
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7223a2d
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It's so much easier to define crime than it is to put your finger on justice.
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David Hewson |
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14cfba2
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A child was a brief and blissful interlude of responsibility, not a thing to be owned.
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David Hewson |
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534f0f9
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His dad, dying in the hospital, had said something about pain. It stuck to you like flour. You thought you could wash it all away, out of your clothes, out of your hair. But some stray grain always persisted, slyly avoiding your well-meant attentions and the drugs the doctors had. Life was like that. The only thing to do, he said, was your best.
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David Hewson |
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6556273
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Dependence breeds neither cordiality nor respect. - Pg. 77
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dependence
respect
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David Hewson |
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67f0e9c
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Gino Fosse vond deze vreemde afbeeldingen van martelaren fascinerend. Hij had uren in de San Stefano Rotondo, niet ver van de villa Celimontana, zitten kijken naar de vaklieden die de verbijsterende schilderingen op de muren daar restaureerden. Deze afbeeldingen spraken tot hem, zeiden iets dat hij niet helemaal begreep. Op de lippen van de martelaren lag op het moment dat zij de kwellingen doorstonden, een raadselachtig eeuwig geheim dat z..
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David Hewson |
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cb6cf3a
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He was determined to take the first flight out, wherever it went. Anywhere had to be better than this.
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David Hewson |