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There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.
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lights
psychopaths
souls
hearts
psychology
evil
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Michael Connelly |
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No doubt she was thinking, Who dressed this poor girl like a traffic light?
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humor
lights
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Rick Riordan |
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Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn't everything. Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it.
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dreams
journeyss
lights
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Roald Dahl |
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But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him.
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words
mind
life
inner-voicery
strangers-on-a-train
patricia-highsmith
lights
sounds
inner-voice
shocked
invasion
train
shouting
self
strangers
voice
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Patricia Highsmith |
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"You've got some power," Jakkin said. "One hug--and the lights go out!"
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humor
lights
power
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Jane Yolen |
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"People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing
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people
inspire
dim
lights
stones
dusk
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Franz Kafka |
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The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
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dark
expose
ripped-off
sores
lights
building
skin
city
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Markus Zusak |
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People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness. The black and the black and the black.
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happy
good
dark
people
goodness
darkness
happiness
fused
grab
grabbing
scratch
spider
lights
beyond
web
distraction
see
black
surface
distracted
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John Fowles |
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I don't leave a note. There's nothing else to do. At first, I'd wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
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lights
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Markus Zusak |