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It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men. They are so much more energetic and compromising than the big fellows.

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I appealed to her stale flesh very seldom, only in cases of great urgency and despair.

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One detaches oneself. One describes.

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The Girl Scout’s motto is also mine. I fill my life with worthwhile deeds such as — well, never mind what. My duty is —to be useful. I am a friend to male animals. I am cheerful. I am thrifty and I am absolutely filthy in thought, word, and deed.

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But his sister, Artemis of the wild, the lady of wild beasts, scolded him bitterly and spoke a word of revilement:'You run from him, striker from afar...Fool, then why do you wear that bow, which is wind and nothing.

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hard to get the full view, of the sky, of anything. But we can do it, a little at a time, a quick move of the head, up and down, to the side and back. We have learned to see the world in gasps.

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Doc Daneeka was Yossarian's friend and would do just about nothing in his power to help him.

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Everything must have been fraudulent and pointless if thousands of years of civilization weren’t even able to prevent this river of blood, couldn’t stop these torture chambers existing in their hundreds of thousands. Only a military hospital can really show you what war is.

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There are few physiques I loathe more than the heavy low-slung pelvis, thick calves and deplorable complexion of the average coed (in whom I see, maybe, the coffin of coarse female flesh within which my nymphets are buried alive).

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To want is to have a weakness. It's this weakness, whatever it is, that entices me. It's like a small crack in a wall, before now impenetrable.

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I do not fear to die, that pang is past. God raises my weakness, and gives me courage to endure the worst. I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me. Learn from me, dear lady, to submit in patience to the will of Heaven!"~~Justine Moritz

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It is childish to study a work of fiction in order to gain information about a country or about a social class or about the author.

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This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

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Pourquoi respecterais-je l'être humain quand il me méprise ? Qu'il vive donc en harmonie avec moi. S'il y consentait, loin de lui nuire, je lui ferais tout le bien possible, et c'est avec des larmes de joie que je lui témoignerais ma reconnaissance. Mais cela ne peut être. Les sentiments des humains de dressent comme une barrière pour empêcher un tel accord. Jamais pourtant je ne me soumettrai à un aussi abject esclavage. Je me vengerai du tord que l'on me fait. Si je ne puis inspirer l'amour, eh bien, j'infligerai la peur, et cela principalement à vous, mon ennemi par ecellence. Parce que vous êtes mon créateur, je jure de vous exécrer à jamais. Prenez garde ! Je me consacrerai à votre destruction, et je ne serai satisfait que lorsque j'aurai plongé votre coeur dans la désolation, lorsque je vous aurai fait maudire le jour où vous êtes né.

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We are still groping perhaps, but we grope intelligently, like a gynecologist feeling a tumor.

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I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he have a meeting?

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...to retire is not to flee, and there is no wisdom in waiting when danger outweighs hope, and it is the part of wise men to preserve themselves to-day for to-morrow, and not risk all in one day.

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Your grace, come back, Senor Don Quixote, I swear to God you're charging sheep !

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Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.Age: five thousand three hundred days.Profession: none, or "starlet".Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?Why are you hiding, darling?(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,I cannot get out, said the starling).

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His poem is like a play in a room through the windows of which a distant view can be seen over a large part of the English traditions about the world of their original home. (Tolkien on the author of Beowulf)

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