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He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.
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debate
disagreement
dispute
heat
ice
thoughts
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Friedrich Nietzsche |
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It was always so hot, and everyone was so polite, and everything was all surface but underneath it was like a bomb waiting to go off. I always felt that way about the South, that beneath the smiles and southern hospitality and politeness were a lot of guns and liquor and secrets.
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heat
south
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James McBride |
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859670e
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In heated rooms, he often felt the outlines of his body, the border between him and the external world, grow disturbingly fuzzy.
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heat
sense-of-self
temperature
weather
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Ryū Murakami |
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The sidewalks were haunted by dust ghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up, swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice on the lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-night strol- lers, sifted avalanches of dust. From midnight on, it seemed a volcano beyond the town was showering red-hot ashes every- where, crusting slumberless night watchmen and irritable dogs. Each house was a yellow attic smoldering with spon- taneous combustion at three in the morning. Dawn, then, was a time where things changed element for element. Air ran like hot spring waters nowhere, with no sound. The lake was a quantity of steam very still and deep over valleys of fish and sand held baking under its serene vapors. Tar was poured licorice in the streets, red bricks were brass and gold, roof tops were paved with bronze. The high- tension wires were lightning held forever, blazing, a threat above the unslept houses. The cicadas sang louder and yet louder. The sun did not rise, it overflowed.
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heat
summer
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Ray Bradbury |
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1b1a116
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I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs.
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heat
trees
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Irvine Welsh |
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6ac2097
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The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.
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heat
weather
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can't fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can't heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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heat
house
metaphor
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Aimee Bender |
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897f9fc
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Ah earth you old extinguisher.
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earth
fire
heat
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Samuel Beckett |
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Son, let me tell you a little something about the environment... you can try to fix it up all you want, but it's a waste of time. Sooner or later we'll all be doomed... slaughtered by terrorists, baked in the heat of the sun, nuked until our shadows glow... greed is good. We don't exist to help other people, we exist to grow the hell up, have kids, get old and die, while consuming all we can. Nothing comes after. There's no wrath, no day of reckoning... we just go. POOF! We have no reason to aspire to change the world, son. We'll thrive by feeding off of whatever's available. How else do you think we ended up rich? You don't get ahead by being nice, Thomas.
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environment
fix
greed
heat
nice
nuclear
rich
sun
terrorism
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Rebecca McNutt |
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3d480ec
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There are easier ways of making sense, the connoisseurship of gesture, for example. You hold a girl's face in your hands like a vase. You lift a gun from the glove compartment and toss it out the window into the desert heat.
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gun
guy
heat
surrealism
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Billy Collins |
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5ca8374
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Hot, bright heat filled him like some ecstatic poison, and Hartan's pony shied in terror as a wordless howl burst from his throat. His dripping ears were flat to his skull, fire crackled in his brown eyes, his huge sword blurred in a whirring figure eight before him, and the brigand running at him gawked in sudden panic. The raider's feet skidded in mud as he tried to brake, but it was far too late. He was face-to-face with the worst nightmare of any Norfressan, a Horse Stealer hradani in the grip of the Rage, and a thunderbolt of steel split him from crown to navel.
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brigand
ecstasy
ecstatic
fear
fight
fire
gawk
heat
howl
hradani
nightmare
panic
poison
skirmish
steel
sword
terror
thief
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David Weber |
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a5d4444
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Lightning's echo comes as thunder. And the city waits for thunder's echo, for a wall of heat that burns Lahore with the energy of a thousand summers, a million partitions, a billion atomic souls split in half.
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heat
lahore
rain
summer
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Mohsin Hamid |
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On the way we talked about the road sign Bridge Ices Before Road. I always wondered, If that's a problem, why don't they just build the bridge out of the same stuff they use to build the road? Drema explained that the bridge isn't made out of different material than the road, but that the bridge ices quicker because it's alone, hanging there without the land under it to keep it warm.
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bridge
heat
warmth
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Rob Sheffield |
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4aae906
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Told me if I did not smell of the fire then I smelled of the frying pan.
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alas
heat
thomas-cromwell
what-shall-i-do-for-love
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Hilary Mantel |