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I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will. I could make it run, push buttons, of one sort or another, make things happen. There were limits but my body was nevertheless lithe, single, solid, one with me. Now the flesh arranges it self differently.

Things have a life of their own, the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.

We know already ample experience that it does not require much cleverness or much learning to be a governor, for there are a hundred round about us that scarcely know how to read.

What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self denial, semen and babies.

I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced.

Stormgren had walked to his desk and was fidgeting with his famous uranium paperweight. He was not nervous—merely undecided.

some of them were desperate, they starve themselves thin or pump their breasts full of silicon, had their noses cut off. Think of the human misery.

Take care, Sancho," said Samson; "honours change manners, and perhaps when you find yourself a governor you won't know the mother that bore you.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.

There were some things that only time could cure. Evil men could be destroyed, but nothing could be done with good men who were deluded.

For many things are not as they appear. Discipline must come from trust and confidence.

For a nickel a month, Lady Jones did what whitepeople thought unnecessary if not illegal: crowded her little parlor with the colored children who had time for and interest in book learning.

No has de cambiar, por consideración a una persona, el significado de los principios y de la integridad, ni tratar de convencerte, o convencerme a mí, de que el egoísmo es prudencia y la insensibilidad ante el peligro certidumbre de felicidad.

A situation in which a desired outcome or solution is impossible to attain because of a set of inherently illogical rules or conditions.

And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.

Pen Is Envy, Aunt Lydia would say, quoting another Center motto, warning us away from such objects.

—Bueno, querida —dijo el señor Bennet, cuando Elizabeth leyó la misiva en voz alta—, si tu hija enferma gravemente, si acaba muriendo, será un consuelo saber que todo fue para pescar al señor Bingley, y siguiendo tus órdenes

I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

He never answered questions--but when one flushes does that not mean "Yes"?

Hell we can make for ourselves.