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This? This is Putopia," says Dr. A, the tall guy with the curly hair who was trying to catch the grape in his mouth. He's wearing a T-shirt under his lab coat that reads MY BANG THEORY IS BIGGER THAN YOURS. "Putopia?" I repeat. "Yes. Putopia. It stands for Parallel Universe Travel Office... pia."
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Libba Bray |
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What was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
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Libba Bray |
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i salute your spunk, but question your sanity.
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Libba Bray |
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No historians or librar ians were harmed in the making of this book, but some were badgered extensively with questions.
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Libba Bray |
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There had been something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.
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Libba Bray |
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Read backward in order to move forward, resisters. The best part? You can find everything you need at your local library. Libraries: serving the resistance since forever. Seriously, libraries are The. Best. Don't even bother fighting me on this one. You will lose.
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Libba Bray |
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Evie's eyes widened. "More interesting than dope and sorcery?"
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Libba Bray |
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Is this all you want?" Sam asked bitterly. "A good time?" "You're one to talk!" "I like a good time. But not all the time." --
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Libba Bray |
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Nicole hated that she could never quite feel like she was just herself, just Nicole, but that she was somehow representing an entire race. That's how they saw her, as a "they" and not a "she."
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Esta celoso! Kartik esta celoso y Simon me ve...apetitosa. Me siento complacida. Y desconcertada. Pero sobretodo complacida.
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Libba Bray |
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One can never go back. One always has to move forward.
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Libba Bray |
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in a manner befitting your station while at Spence. It's fine to be kind to the lesser girls, but remember that they are not your equals." Station. Lesser girls. Not your equals. It's a laugh, really."
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Libba Bray |
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Don't tell anybody, but sometimes, I just don't want to sparkle.
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Libba Bray |
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Soon I will take all you love and watch you burn. Sweet dreams, Object Reader.
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Libba Bray |
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They weren't protected by our own laws. They were on their own. Doesn't sound terribly American. On the contrary, it's very American, Will said bitterly
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xenophobia
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Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel beam, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting.
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Libba Bray |
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It was so hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.
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patriarchy
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Libba Bray |
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The world is full of dead optimists.
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pessimism
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I told him Friday was a different religious occasion: . Hey, it's not my fault they don't have TiVo yet.
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Libba Bray |
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Sam. Don't make me kill you on a full stomach. I might get a cramp.
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Libba Bray |
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Sam's mother used to say that inside everyone was the chance to change the world. It sat like a seed eager to grow into greatness. The professor could have his ghosts. Ordinary people were capable of extraordinary bravery. That was the only magic Sam knew or trusted.
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Looking for truth makes a man hafta look at himself along the way.
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truth
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So, ah, who's the lucky girl?" Sam asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. When Jericho ignored him, Sam grabbed one of Jericho's Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. "Oh, Jericho," he said in a high-pitched voice. "Take me in your arms, you big he-man, you!" "Please put General Meade back in Gettysburg. You're changing the course of the war. And it's just a date."
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In Chinatown, a large rock painted with a message-- CHINESE GO HOME!-- shattered the front window of Chong & Sons, Jewellers. An arsonist's fire gutted the Wing Sing restaurant overnight; Mr. Wing stood in the softly falling wisps of soot-flecked snow, his sober face backlit by the orange glow as he watched everything he'd built burn to the ground. [...] Fear was everywhere. At a eugenics conference in the elegant ballroom of the Waldorf-As..
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Tell him I went to the lavatory," Evie said with a roll of her eyes. "Men are pos-i-tute-ly paralyzed by the mention of females in lavatories."
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Libba Bray |
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It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.
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Libba Bray |
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Jericho didn't seem to know life beyond the pages of a musty old book, and he didn't seem interested in knowing anything beyond that, either.
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Libba Bray |
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People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.
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Libba Bray |
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He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky
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romance-love
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The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house.
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Isn't this what happens in the movies a lot? There's some old dude or woman who tells your fortune and is all, 'Oh, you're gonna die or make a boatload of money or meet a girl. Now give me all your cash'?" Boz yammered. Mrs. Smith bristled. "I can tell your fortune right now without even consulting your palm."
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Libba Bray |
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Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, "Need anything?" 'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'"No. Thanks. I'm good."
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the-eternal-kiss
the-thirteenth-step
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We've the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic's greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit.
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Libba Bray |
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Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend's joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a cafe, maybe write something you don't hate. Wh..
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Yes, what's the good of a messenger you can't understand?" Felicity complains. "Why, just once, can't one of these haunts simply say, 'Hello, Gemma, frightfully sorry to bother you, but I thought you might like to know that Mrs. X is the one to watch out for--she'll eat your heart. Cheerio!"
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Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.
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Creostus's booming laugh leaves gooseflesh upon my arms. He paces close to me. "Jealous, Priestess? Do you wish to compete for my affections? I should like to see that." "I'm sure you would. But you will die first and so let us journey to Philon, if you please."
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He loved her very much. She inspired his work. He used to say, 'There is no meaning but what we assign to life, and she is my meaning.
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Libba Bray |
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The gasps catch from girl to girl like a brush fire.
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Libba Bray |
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Nada disso vai melhorar a qualidade das torradeiras , mas e um lance viajante que faz com que voce passe o dia inteiro tentando desvendar a questao.
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Libba Bray |
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Capitulo 13: onde sou hospitalizado, tenho um encontro com um anjo e outras coisas estranhas e irritantes.
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Libba Bray |
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E achava que estava tendo uma crise existencial. Mas nao era nada.
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Libba Bray |
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Os melhores alunos da minha escola vendem drogas para os melhores alunos da sua.
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Libba Bray |
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Favor nao grudar na minha traseira: corpo no porta-malas.
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Libba Bray |