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You might even provide a Heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves. I

Dishtowels are the same as they always were. Sometimes these flashes of normality

I believe that the world’s rulers will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging and kicking them into obedience.

No sé por qué hay que dejar de querer a una persona sólo porque se haya muerto. Sobre todo si era cien veces mejor que los que siguen viviendo.

Havia pagat molt car el fet de viure massa temps d'un sol somni.

I guess I’m wondering if it was the place or the people. Like, what if the people around you had been different?How can you separate those things, though? The people are the place is the people.

little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property

They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again and when they do it – seems that only children weep.

you saw something come between them and reason. You saw the same thing that night in front of the jail. When that crew went away, they didn’t go as reasonable men, they went because we were there. There’s something in our world that makes men lose their heads—they couldn’t be fair if they tried. In our courts, when it’s a white man’s word against a black man’s, the white man always wins.

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon’s knife that was almost certain to be waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die.

What say you? Hence,Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyesLike balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,Smarting in lingering pickle.

Looking back after twenty years, I sometimes wonder if the events of that summer didn’t happen in some other dimension, a place where your life exists before you’ve lived it, and where it goes afterward.

pigeons, trained to peck a button that made a grain of corn appear. Three groups of them: the first got one grain per peck, the second one grain every other peck, the third was random. When the man in charge cut off the grain, the first group gave up quite soon, the second group a little later. The third group never gave up. They’d peck themselves to death, rather than quit.

Don’t love her too much. Don’t. Maybe it’s still in her the thing that makes it all right to kill her children. I have to tell her. I have to protect her.

He was the kind of a phony that have to give themselves room when they answer somebody's question.

epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

and yet, it was not in her nature to question the veracity of a young man of such amiable appearance as Wickham.

morir de impaciencia.

Neighbours bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbour. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good luck pennies, and our lives.

First thing you learn when you’re in a lawin’ family is that there ain’t any definite answers to anything.