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Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.
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betrayal
clever
cleverness
deceiving
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George R.R. Martin |
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To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.
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clever
courage
courageous
crazy
death
definition
hero
heroes
heroic
heroism
inspirational
life
living
living-life-to-the-fullest
motivational
soldier
stand
stand-out
success
warrior
winning
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Criss Jami |
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What I stand for is what I stand on.
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clever
inspirational
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Wendell Berry |
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"You need to be clever to best him. Are you clever, Rachel?" I glanced at Al, and he stared at me, then shrugged. Licking my lips, I said, "It's the shiny pot that puts a hole in the sky." Al's mouth dropped open, but Newt thought about it, her expression thoughtful and her fingers finally leaving her knife. "Very true," she said as she eased back into the cushions. With a soft click of his teeth, Al's mouth shut. His eyes were cross, and he seemed peeved that I'd found a way to satisfy her without compromising myself at all."
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al
clever
demons
insanity
newt
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Kim Harrison |
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clever
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Paulo Coelho |
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How can I have hung round you for five years and not think girls are clever?
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clever
girls
harry-potter
hermione-granger
jk-rowling
page-538
the-half-blood-prince
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J.K. Rowling |
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"Goody Two-shoes Evie Greene got herself pickled, for true. If I'd known you were such a juvenile delinquent, I might've asked for a new history " "Juvenile delinquent? Hmm. Aren't your initials J.D.? If the shoe fits..."
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bantering
clever
evie
jack
jackson
kresley-cole
poison-princess
sparring
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Kresley Cole |
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The disturbing thing about Cardan is how well he plays the fool to disguise his own cleverness.
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clever
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Holly Black |
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It embarrassed her, as a child, to think that her father had fallen in love, or, if men must love, then it should have been someone else, someone dark, mysterious and profoundly clever, not an ordinary person who was impatient for no reason and cross when one was late for lunch.
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clever
dark
embarrass
embarrassment
father
impatience
impatient
late
love
mediocrity
men
mother
mysterious
mystery
ordinary
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Daphne du Maurier |
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"I have great affection for you, Roy" I answered, "but I don't think you are the sort of person I'd care to have breakfast with."
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clever
wit
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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"As it 'appens, I am Arthur's right-hand man," said Suzy. "Or left-hand girl, I can't remember where I stood last time. Anyhow, me and Arthur is like two fingers of a gauntlet. Or at least the thumb and the little finger. I mean, I'm his top General, and all. So if I say you're in, you're in."
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clever
epic
funny
humor
humour
make-me-laugh
silly
witty
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Garth Nix |
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"What . . . fellow?" The wind was cool, but I could see sweat trickling down the back of Jamie's neck, dampening his collar and plastering the linen between his shoulders. Duff didn't answer immediately. A look of speculation flickered in his small, deep-set eyes. "Don't think about it, Duff," Roger said, softly, but with great assurance. "I can reach ye from here with an oar, ken?" "Aye?" Duff glanced thoughtfully from Jamie, to Roger, and then to me. "Aye, reckon ye might. But allowin' for the sake for argyment as how you can swim, MacKenzie--and even that Mr. Fraser might keep afloat--I dinna think that's true of the lady, is it? Skirts and petticoats . . ." He shook his head, pursing thin lips in speculation as he looked at me. "Go to the bottom like a stone, she would." Peter shifted ever so slightly, bringing his feet under him. "Claire?" Jamie said. I saw his fingers curl tight round the oars, and heard the note of strain in his voice. I sighed and drew the pistol out from under the coat across my lap. "Right," I said. "Which one shall I shoot?"
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clever
drown
drowning
gun
jamie-fraser
roger-mackenzie
seasick
seasickness
threat
threatening
threats
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Diana Gabaldon |
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"I think you're going to like these," she said, placing the stack on the table. "The whole class spent Monday and Tuesday painting them up." Raymond and Sean lifted up the top poster and stared. ARSE PRESENTS SUPER HALLOWEEN PARTY FOOD, DRINKS, GREAT MUSIC HALLOWEEN TRAMPOLINE COSTUME CONTEST FOR THE MYSTERY PRIZE DON'T MISS IT! She smiled proudly. "What do you think?" "Nice," said Sean, wondering why Raymond had suddenly gone so silent and so pale. Finally Raymond found his voice. "But Ashly, why does it say" --he pointed to the top line-- "that?" "That? That's us. Our initials--Ashly, Raymond, Sean, and Eckerman--I couldn't remember his first name." "I get it," said Sean. Raymond was positively white. "The other kids who worked on them--they didn't--say anything about the posters? The wording maybe?" "The whole class really liked them," said Ashley. "I think everyone's favorite part was the initials thing. They thought it was clever." Raymond looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, it was."
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clever
humor
initials
posters
unfortunate-acronym
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Gordon Korman |
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So. I see where you're going--bus number 27 to a crossroads near Delphi. Look, I did not want, at any point, on any level, to kill my own father and sleep with my own mother. It's true that I wanted to sleep with Susan--and did so many times--and for a number of years thought of killing Gordon Macleod, but that is another part of the story. Not to put too fine a point on it, I think the Oedipus myth is precisely what it started off as: melodrama rather than psychology. In all my years of life I've never met anyone to whom it might apply. You think I'm being naive? You wish to point out that human motivation is deviously buried, and hides its mysterious workings from those who blindly submit to it? Perhaps so. But even--especially--Oedipus didn't to kill his father and sleep with his mother, did he? Oh yes he did! Oh no he didn't! Yes, let's just leave it as a pantomime exchange.
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clever
humor
julian-barnes
oedipal
oedipus
psychology
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |