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You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

Mr. Darcy began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.

I’m thirty, I said. I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor

If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.

Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes-Miles "Pudge

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,Beasts of every land and clime,Hearken to my joyful tidingsOf the golden future time.Soon or late the day is coming,Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown,And the fruitful fields of EnglandShall be trod by beasts alone.Rings shall vanish from our noses,And the harness from our back,Bit and spur shall rust forever,Cruel whips shall no more crack.Riches more than mind can picture,Wheat and barley, oats and hay,Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels,Shall be ours upon that day.Bright will shine the fields of England,Purer shall its water be,Sweeter yet shall blow its breezesOn the day that sets us free.For that day we all must labour,Though we die before it break;Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,All must toils for freedom's sake.Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,Beasts of every land and clime,Hearken well and spread my tidingsOf the golden future time.

Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven. "The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something -!" I dragged him to the window and pointed. "No it's not," he said. "It's snowing.

Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.

My name isn't Offred, I have another name, which nobody uses now because it's forbidden. I tell myself it doesn't matter, your name is like your telephone number, useful only to others; but what I tell myself is wrong, it does matter. I keep the knowledge of this name like something hidden, some treasure I'll come back to dig up, one day. I think of this name as buried. This name has an aura around it, like an amulet, some charm that's survived from an unimaginably distant past. I lie in my single bed at night, with my eyes closed, and the name floats there behind my eyes, not quite within reach, shining in the dark.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

No one expected you to amount to much," she told me. "Lori was the smart one, Maureen the pretty one, and Brian the brave one. You never had much going for you except that you always worked hard.

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

Perhaps down in his heart Okonkwo was not a cruel man. But his whole life was dominated by fear, the fear of failure and of weakness.It was deeper and more intimate that the fear of evil and capricious gods and of magic, the fear of the forest, and of the forces of nature, malevolent, red in tooth and claw.Okonkwo’s fear was greater than these. It was not external but lay deep within himself.

I can still tend the rabbits, George? I didn't mean no harm, George.

I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.

I'm like everyone else—I see the world in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.