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“Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. ON AND ON and on and on!”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

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    “To stop Maria before she ruined everything, he grabbed her about the waist, hauled her against him, and sealed his mouth to hers. At first she seemed too stunned to do anything. When after a moment, he felt her trying to draw back from him, he caught her behind the neck with an iron grip.“Oh,” Gran said in a stiff voice. “Beg pardon.”Dimly he heard the door close and footsteps retreating, but before he could let Maria go, a searing pain shot through his groin, making him see stars. Blast her, the woman had kneed him in the ballocks!As he doubled over, fighting to keep from passing out, she snapped, “That was for making me look like a whore, too!” — Sabrina Jeffries, The Truth About Lord Stoneville 

    “To stop Maria before she ruined everything, he grabbed her about the waist, hauled her against him, and sealed his mouth to hers. 

    At first she seemed too stunned to do anything. When after a moment, he felt her trying to draw back from him, he caught her behind the neck with an iron grip.

    “Oh,” Gran said in a stiff voice. “Beg pardon.”

    Dimly he heard the door close and footsteps retreating, but before he could let Maria go, a searing pain shot through his groin, making him see stars. Blast her, the woman had kneed him in the ballocks!

    As he doubled over, fighting to keep from passing out, she snapped, “That was for making me look like a whore, too!” 
    — Sabrina Jeffries, The Truth About Lord Stoneville 

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    “It was a love of perpetual flight.” ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

    “It was a love of perpetual flight.” 
    ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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    “The world of men and women are making merry in the cemetery grounds. They are having sexual intercourse, God bless them, and I am alone in the Land of Fuck.” 
    ― Henry MillerTropic of Capricorn

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    “The final weapon is the brain, all else is supplemental.” ― John Steinbeck, The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights

    “The final weapon is the brain, all else is supplemental.” 
    ― John SteinbeckThe Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights

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    “He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners

    “He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.” 
    ― James JoyceDubliners

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The Word Became Flesh Among Us 
1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2He was with God in the beginning. 
3Through him all things were made, and without him not one thing was made that has been made. 4In him was life, and that life was the light for humankind. 5And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not mastered it. 1 
6There came a man sent from God; his name was John.  

    The Word Became Flesh Among Us

    1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2He was with God in the beginning.

    3Through him all things were made, and without him not one thing was made that has been made. 4In him was life, and that life was the light for humankind. 5And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not mastered it.

    6There came a man sent from God; his name was John.  

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    “How do you feel if you’re in love? she asked. Ah, said Rosita with swooning eyes, you feel as though pepper has been sprinkled on your hear, as though tiny fish are swimming in your veins.” ― Truman Capote, House Of Flowers

    “How do you feel if you’re in love? she asked. Ah, said Rosita with swooning eyes, you feel as though pepper has been sprinkled on your hear, as though tiny fish are swimming in your veins.” 
    ― Truman CapoteHouse Of Flowers

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    “Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,you look like a world, lying in surrender.” ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

    “Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
    you look like a world, lying in surrender.” 
    ― Pablo NerudaTwenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

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    “And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.” — Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (Memories of My Melancholy Whores)

    “And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.” 
    — Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (Memories of My Melancholy Whores)

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    “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners

    “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” 
    ― James JoyceDubliners

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    “But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

    “But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
    “Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
    “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
    “You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.” 
    ― Lewis CarrollAlice in Wonderland

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    “I’m praying for you, Mary. I want you to live forever.” ― Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons

    “I’m praying for you, Mary. I want you to live forever.” 
    ― Truman CapoteMusic for Chameleons

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    “You’re going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.” 
    ― John SteinbeckEast of Eden

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    — 8 hours ago with 32 notes
    “Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul’s incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners

    “Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul’s incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.” 
    ― James JoyceDubliners

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