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“Maybe,' said Sam; 'but where there's life there's hope, as my gaffer used to say; and need of of vittles, as he mostways used to add. You have a bite, Mr. Frodo, and then a bit of sleep.”

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“another nameless dusk passing over the Arabian Sea last rowboats dimly visible at the sealine hem you, reading from a holy book syllables as crisp as the oncoming rain.”

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“Memories of the past are strewn like shards of glass, sometimes, lost in the mist, a distant blur, yet alive. You walk through them, picking them up one by one, weaving them into stories, and that's all that remains.”

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“Beneath the haunted castle lies the dungeon keep: the womb from whose darkness the ego first emerged, the tomb to which it knows it must return at last. Beneath the crumbling shell or paternal authority, lies the maternal blackness, imagined by the Gothic writer as a prison, as a torture chamber- from which the cries of the kidnapped anima cannot even be heard. The upper and the lower levels of the ruined castle or abbey represent the contradictory fears at the heart of Gothic terror: dread of the superego, whose splendid battlements have been battered but not quite cast down- and of the id, whose buried darkness abounds in dark visions no stormer of the castle had ever touched.”

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Book:Love and Death in the American Novel

Source: Love and Death in the American Novel

“Just because my ancestor built a flipping castle in a place like Wisconsin, this is the kind of attention we get?" "It's not the only castle in the Midwest," Cleo offered, hoping to diffuse the situation. They stood around Stasia's car, no one getting in. Dave leaned against the trunk of his own vehicle parked ahead of Stasia's. "No. It's not," Stasia agreed. "There's one in Ohio. Built by German immigrants.”

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Book:The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

Source: The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

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Book:Blood Sipper

Source: Blood Sipper

“We can’t go on much longer morally. We can’t go on much longer scientifically. The technology that was supposed to save us is ready to destroy us. New weapons are being made all the time, including chemical and biological weapons. Today the only bright spot on the horizon of this world is the promise of the coming again of Christ.”

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“Rabid Chinese ideologists who point nuclear, chemical and biological weapons at us must have their reasons. And who is to say what their definition of victory might be? A smoldering wreck of a world, under firm totalitarian control, might be their ultimate aim. After all, communists have wrecked their own and other countries again and again without even using nuclear weapons. “Origins of the Fourth World War”

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“Longing shot through me, sudden, mindless, and sharp as a scalpel's blade. Hunger, a simple and nearly violent need to touch, to be touched, followed it into me, and suddenly I could not think.”

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