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| 11eff47 | I it! When Reed called it a harmless joke, I it had to be him. But why would he do that to me?" Jeremy shrugged helplessly. "It turned out it really was just a joke. He had me tell you that so he could get your hot chocolates." Madison's jaw dropped. " why he did it?" "He was tired of standing in that long line." Jeremy kicked at the ground with the toe of his sneaker. "But I didn't know that at the time. When I pushed you onto the foo.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| dd47c50 | Hot chocolate! He was willing to totally humiliate me for a couple of hot chocolates? I thought it was because I didn't go out with him." "That also may have had something to do with it," Jeremy said, scratching his head. "He liked you, too." "Too?" Madison repeated, cocking her head. Jeremy flashed an embarrassed smile. "Well, at the time, I had a major crush on you. I thought it was pretty obvious." Madison's heart skipped a tiny beat. Ma.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| d665628 | That also may have had something to do with it," Jeremy said, scratching his head. "He liked you, too." "Too?" Madison repeated, cocking her head. Jeremy flashed an embarrassed smile. "Well, at the time, I had a major crush on you. I thought it was pretty obvious." Madison's heart skipped a tiny beat. Maybe all wasn't lost after all. "You did?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. "That's why I didn't apologize r.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 4662d7e | It's funny how things work out," she said, wrapping her arms around the dog and squeezing her tight. "All this time we spent hating each other when we could have spent it--" "Together." Jeremy kneeled beside the dog and looked directly at Madison. "I guess that's irony to the tenth power." His mention of irony and math reminded her that he not only was Jeremy, but he was also her Heart-2-Heart pal, Blue. And only two hours before, she had s.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 954526e | What do you say we go for a Coke at Ruby's favorite watering hole? My treat." At the mention of her name, Ruby leaped to her feet, wagging her tail. Madison chuckled. "I'm up for that. And while we're at it, we can figure out what to do about Reed Rawlings." "How do you feel about Chinese water torture?" Jeremy asked as they walked over to a sidewalk cafe called Poodles on the Park. Madison grinned wickedly. "That's good for a start. And af.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| e89d109 | probably encounter people like him all the time. High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially." What was it in this statement that made Clark want to weep? He was nodding, taking down as much as he could. "Do you think he'd describe himself as unhappy in his work?" "No," Dahlia said, "because I think people like him think work is supposed to be drudgery punctuated by very occasional moments of happiness, but when I say happiness, I mostly mea.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| a609a9b | We're so lucky to be in this position, all of us who make our living as actors, and I find complaints about invasion of privacy to be disingenuous, frankly. I mean, let's be real here, we wanted to be famous, right? | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 1e897c6 | To sum it all up, I must say that I regret nothing. | Adolf Eichmann | ||
| dfeba80 | With one minute to spare, Madison arrived at the Space Needle. Her rose was hastily clipped into her short dark hair. Her cheeks were red from all of the mad rushing around. But she had made it on time. So had Jeremy. Once again he was waiting by the elevator that rode up to the top of the Space Needle. A somewhat faded blue carnation was pinned to the lapel of his jacket. Madison, who usually overplanned everything, hadn't taken one second.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| d9480a6 | Hi, Mad," Piper's voice sang out in her ear. "Oh, it's you," Madison said, falling back on the pink brocade duvet covering her double bed. "Of course it's me. I always call you at this time," Piper said. "Who'd you think it was?" "I thought you were Blue," she said with a giggle. "But that's, of course, impossible, since Blue doesn't even know my name." "Just what are you talking about?" Piper demanded. "And who is Blue?" "Blue"--Madison g.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| d34ee1f | So what are doing lurking out here?" Madison asked, cradling the sticker with Blue's number in her hand, so Jeremy wouldn't see it. Jeremy leaned in until his face was only inches from hers, and whispered, "That's for me to know and you to find out." "Ahem!" a deep voice sounded behind them. "I hate to interrupt this little tete-a-tete, but don't you have someplace else you ought to be right now?" Madison and Jeremy sprang away from each .. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| fc0c7e6 | the broken-windows theory of urban-crime management, the way the appearance of dereliction can pave the way for more serious crimes. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 87f319e | but she knows she'll never belong here no matter how hard she tries. These are not her people. She is marooned on a strange planet. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| f007cdf | you. Come here soon. Michaela. If the whole business of life on earth had ever made sense to him, it ceased to at that moment. She unmoored him, her departure made him want to disappear, et cetera--but if the world was askew in the time after he met her, in the time after she left, the postcard spun it entirely from its axis. The day at the gallery passed like a dream. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| f949ef4 | No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in th.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 0cd94cb | Over the years I learned which hooks to use to catch which fish. | Adolf Eichmann | ||
| 6354406 | Would you care to share with the rest of the class what is so funny?" Madison gulped. Ms. Healy was staring hard at Madison's PalmPilot, which was absolutely forbidden in class, along with cell phones, CD players, and any other distracting electrical equipment. Madison instantly started vamping. "Well, Ms. Healy, I was just musing on how ridiculous a scarlet would be today, and who would have to wear one--senators, actors, teachers, even a .. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| b4a34a1 | Madison! This is too perfect. Join us." Reed stood coolly in the middle of the hall, oblivious to the swarm of kids around him. "Reed, I'd love to join you," Madison shouted above the bustle. "But I told Piper I'd meet her in the parking lot." "This'll just take a minute," Reed insisted. Madison hesitated. Much as she wanted to avoid talking to Jeremy, she didn't want to look like a rude jerk. She maneuvered her way around Jeremy and stood .. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| c23bd4f | dit-il. Il tint en l'air une chaine, au bout de laquelle | Susan Crosby | ||
| ca28485 | MAMIE JACQUELINE'S CHOCOLATE CAKE G ATEAU AU CHOCOLAT DE MAMIE JACQUELINE One of Joe's friends, Florian, accompanies us on vacation from time to time and his grandmother often sends along a little treat for us all. This cake was an offering once and we tucked into it the minute we arrived at our destination. It was tender and delicious. When we returned, I asked Mamy Jacqueline for her recipe and she scoffed, "Oh, that simple little cake?" .. | Susan Herrmann Loomis | ||
| d47f117 | Sometimes a cult takes over, and those towns are the most dangerous. DIALLO: In what sense? RAYMONDE: In the sense that they're unpredictable. You can't argue with them, because they live by an entirely different logic. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 4dad8ef | Trinity bomb test in | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 4c30e08 | Regret is something for little children. | Adolf Eichmann | ||
| 4d16194 | Az eletek is ugy repednek meg, ahogy a jeg. Szemelyisegek. Egyenisegek. | Jeffrey Eugenides | ||
| bb92ab0 | How could so many die so quickly? The numbers seemed impossible. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| c7eb303 | You don't know where you're going unless you know where you're going. | not-knowing | Emily St. John Mandel | |
| f9c4eb6 | If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| bc084c1 | I have walked all my life through this tarnished world. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 4080fd4 | The Georgia Flu was so efficient that there was almost no one left. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 39a6463 | Full and aching and tingling and spiraling, hanging on for dear life, letting go of every other thought and focused only on one thing--let it go, let it go, let it go. | Robyn Carr | ||
| 1033056 | I'm talking about these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean? | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 29931f8 | What a terrible time that was," Clark said softly to an imaginary Robert, practicing for the future. "Awful," Imaginary Robert agreed. "Remember those days when you were in the airport, and I didn't know where you were?" | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 6c28a87 | did you just say you're famous for your discretion? | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 464817f | It was actually an achievement that was never matched before or since. | Adolf Eichmann | ||
| 049b0c0 | He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 567b756 | I hope that all of you will follow me. | Adolf Eichmann | ||
| 3426d25 | I like waitresses with tattoos. It implies the existene of a secret life. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| e6fd9cf | I've been thinking lately about immortality. What it means to be remembered, what I want to be remembered for, certain questions concerning memory and fame. I love watching old movies. I watch the faces of long-dead actors on the screen, and I think about how they'll never truly die. I know that's a cliche but it happens to be true. Not just the famous ones who everyone knows, the Clark Gables, the Ava Gardners, but the bit players, the mai.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 29057d4 | Kirsten and August walked mostly in silence. A deer crossed the road ahead and paused to look at them before it vanished into the trees. The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it? Perhaps soon humanity would simply flicker out, but Kirsten found this thought more peaceful than sad. So many species had appeared and later vanished from this earth; what was one.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| d874b3d | Hell is the absence of the people you long for. 24 ON THEIR SECOND DAY without the Symphony, Kirsten and August came upon a line of cars, queued along the shoulder of the road. It was late morning and the heat was rising, a hush falling over the landscape. They'd lost sight of the lake. The cars cast curved shadows. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 43563e2 | Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have sucked up from the sea contagious fogs...." Pestilential, a note in the text explains, next to the word contagious, in Kirsten's favorite of the three versions of the text that the Symphony carries. Shakespeare was the third born to his parents, but the first to survive infancy. Four of his siblings died young. His son, Hamnet, died at eleven and left behind a twin. Plague close.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 80c4415 | Uberleben allein ist unzureichend | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| b849fa5 | O inferno e a ausencia das pessoas que nos faltam. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 4950c5b | OK, suponhamos que vai a copa - disse ela -, e duas pessoas que quem gosta estao la, suponhamos que uma das pessoas esta a contar uma historia divertida, voce ri-se um pouco, sente-se incluido, toda a gente tem tanta graca, e volta para a sua secretaria com uma especie de, nao sei, brilho, mas depois as quatro ou cinco da tarde o dia transformou-se em apenas mais um, e continua assim, a ansiar pelas cinco da tarde e depois pelo fim de seman.. | unforgettable | Emily St. John Mandel |