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bf32f1b Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known. known original ever Chuck Palahniuk
0b579c5 The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face. future beauty past sadness music heart moon everywhere intense ourselves ever feeling deep silver ending end christ sad John Fowles
86b3d73 I love you now... I love you immortally, even if I die and there is nothing left of me. immortality love ever Gail Carson Levine
2fcd5bf Despair could never touch a morning like this. The air was cool, and smelled of sage. It had the clarity that comes to Southern California only after a Santa Ana wind has blown all haze and history out to sea -- air like telescopic glass, so that the snowcapped San Gabriela seemed near enough to touch, though they were forty miles away. The flanks of the blue foothills revealed the etching of every ravine, and beneath the foothills, stretching to the sea, the broad coastal plain seemed nothing but treetops: groves of orange, avocado, lemon, olive; windbreaks of eucalyptus and palm; ornamentals of a thousand different varieties, both natural and genetically engineered. It was as if the whole plain were a garden run riot, with the dawn sun flushing the landscape every shade of green. hook ever Kim Stanley Robinson
044e578 The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal. man world heart despised ever prepares reeks shield wing turn unreal run bird field pretend shit home wall Bernard Cornwell