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Quote by Dorothy L. Sayers

“For God's sake, let's take the word 'possess' and put a brick round its neck and drown it ... We can't possess one another. We can only give and hazard all we have.”

Book:Busman's Honeymoon

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Busman's Honeymoon

This book follows the story of a hardworking individual who embarks on a honeymoon that becomes a journey of self-discovery and unexpected romance. The narrative delves into the complexities of love and the transformative power of shared experiences, set against the backdrop of a unique honeymoon adventure. more

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Dorothy L. Sayers

Dorothy L. Sayers was an English writer renowned for her detective novels. Her works are celebrated for their unique literary style and profound insights into criminal psychology. Sayers' detective novels typically feature the character of Valery West, a female detective, whose stories offer not only suspenseful plots but also delve into moral and philosophical issues. more

“I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard, hauling himself up the stairs. I would kill him for one more moment with her fingers inside me. I don’t have to. She gives me my moment for free. He lives because of her generosity. We all live because of her generosity.”

Men Giving Feels Moments Moving Give Me Fingers Fats Generosity Climbs Bus Stairs Fat Man

Author:Joey Comeau

“The primary purpose of prayer is not to make requests. The primary purpose is to praise, to sing, to chant. Because the essence of prayer is a song, and man cannot live without a song. Prayer may not save us. But prayer may make us worthy of being saved.”

Men May Purpose Song Prayer Essence Praise Worthy Saved Primaries Request

Author:Abraham Joshua Heschel

“But that's men all over ... Poor dears, they can't help it. They haven't got logical minds.”

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Book:Busman's Honeymoon

Source: Busman's Honeymoon

“The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck. "Your injury. Let us tend to it." He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. "Our world," he said, "is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly." A thin, bony, naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. "There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away.”