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“Genius is the power of lighting one's own fire!”

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Book:Murder

Source: Murder

“But, as I say, I was too full of excitement and (a true saying, though those who have never known danger may doubt it) too desperate to die.”

Book:The Island of Dr. Moreau

Source: The Island of Dr. Moreau

“Your shadow is bought and paid for, and your death will not remit that payment. You can go shadowless into the shadowless world, and your death will only be one last dark thing on my long dark road. It will hurt me but I do not care. It is all but over.”

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Book:Plain Kate

Source: Plain Kate

“Temptation is not his (Satan's) strongest weapon. Despair is.”

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Book:Case Files of an Angel

Source: Case Files of an Angel

“Well, here I am, just come home; a fellow gone to the bad; though I had the best intentions in the world at one time. Now I am melancholy mad, what with drinking and one thing and another.”

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Book:Jude the Obscure

Source: Jude the Obscure

“I feel as if I had been born dead under American bombardment.”

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Book:Gothic

Source: Gothic

“You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in this world worse than that; and that's the blue we call 'I Had It But It's All Gone Now.”

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Book:Replay

Source: Replay

“Her eyes are grey. Her hair is straggly and wet. Her fingers are stubby. The nails are chewed and broken. Her teeth are crooked, jagged things. There is a vacancy in her gaze, a feeling of absence when you are near her that is impossible to put into words. Her sigil is the hooked ring. One day her hook will catch your heart. Describing her, we articulate what she is and why she is: when hope is past, she is there. She is in a thousand thousand waiting rooms and empty streets, in grey concrete buildings and anonymous hotels. She is on the other side of every mirror. When the eyes that look back at you know you too well, and no longer care for what they see, they are her eyes. She stands and waits, and in her posture the pain no longer tells you to live, and in her presence joy is unimaginable.”

Book:The Sandman: Endless Nights

Source: The Sandman: Endless Nights

“Dying, she thought, is the only way out of what is happening to me.”

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Book:If You Tell: A True Story of Murder, Family Secrets, and the Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood

Source: If You Tell: A True Story of Murder, Family Secrets, and the Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood

“When you are sad, do not bow your head in despair, lift it up; you can see and fight better when your head is up!”

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