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“The most successful men work smart, not hard”

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Book:The Great Pearl of Wisdom
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“Life is such a strange thing, she thinks, once she has stopped laughing. Even after certain things have happened to them, no matter how awful the experience, people still go on eating and drinking, going to the toilet and washing themselves - living, in other words. And sometimes they even laugh out loud. And they probably have these same thoughts, too, and when they do it must make them cheerlessly recall all the sadness they'd briefly managed to forget.”

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Book:The Vegetarian
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“A crown of thorns," he said, leaning into the room. "You ought to be careful." Harriet's hair was stuck in with a few wilting roses and thick tangles of thorns. She looked like a woman of the garden, born to the roses herself. She had somehow convinced her husband that dressing in this rather than in some ghoulish mask was superior, and though any kind of costume would have been uncomfortable, she supposed she would prefer to be surrounded by thorns she had saved from when she'd pruned back the garden. Something about it strengthened her.”

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Book:The Peculiar Garden of Harriet Hunt
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“Beneath Albright’s office, the colliery sprawled across the hillside, red brick buildings scattered as though hurled from a great height, a hotchpotch of mismatched structures spattered on the valley floor. At the bottom stood the winding house, wheels motionless, above it, the engineering sheds and workshops, canteen and bath house. All lay empty. No buzz and hum of machinery. No voices raised in laughter or dispute. Gwyn found it unsettling: his lads had been out a month and a half and already the power had drained from the place. In the stillness, he caught the echo of footsteps. The crunch of boots on gravel. Generations of long-gone Pritchards clocking in and out. He was bound to Blackthorn by the coal that clogged his veins and by a bond of duty. The strike left him as diminished as his pit, day dragging after idle day.”

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Book:Until Our Blood is Dry
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