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“Night of Broken Glass; dedicated to the victims of the Holocaust Dark is the night I hear your heartbeat In the room there is no light Fire in the night I hear them marching Your boots are brown Glass in my thoughts Hear the fear in this night Shrill screams shattered I do not hear your heartbeat Why is the light so bright in the room”

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“Frequentemente me perguntam: "Você acredita que existe inteligência exraterrestre?" Respondo com os argumentos padrões - há muitos lugares no espaço, as moléculas da vida estão por toda parte, emprego a palavra bilhões, e assim por diante. Depois digo que ficaria espantado senão houvesse inteligência extraterrestre, mas que ainda não há absolutamente nenhuma evidência convincente de que ela existe. Muitas vezes me perguntam a seguir: -O que você realmente acha? Respondo: -Acabei de lhe dizer o que realmente acho. -Sim, mas qual é a sua opinião visceral? Mas eu tento não pensar com as minhas vísceras. Se levo a sério minha tentativa de compreender o mundo, pensar com algum órgão que não seja o cérebro, por mais tentador que possa ser, provavelmente complicará a minha vida. Na verdade, é correto guardar a opinião para quando houver evidências.”

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Book:The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
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“Eat," she said, shoving his bowl closer as she passed him. "You're going to need your energy." "For what?" He took a big bite and rolled his eyes in bliss. "You've really gotten so good at this lean stuff." She gathered her internal strength, vision blurring. "Packing and getting the hell out of here." He shook his head, chewing. "I don't have to leave right away," he said with a mouthful. "Oh yes, you do." Seeing how much he was enjoying her food enraged her. It was probably more accurate to say it pulled the pin on the anger that was already tightening deep beneath her disbelief, but whatever caused it, she found herself unable to fight it. "In fact, you've got three seconds to eat whatever else you're going to eat there before you're wearing it." He looked genuinely shocked. "Margo, this isn't like you!" "Correction: this isn't like Margo your wife." The flames of fury engulfed her. She couldn't believe this was happening, and that it was happening so... so casually. "Let me introduce you to Margo your ex-wife." "Can't we be friends?" The idea that they could suddenly shift baffled her violently. "No." She picked up the bowl and dumped the whole thing in his lap, careful to make sure the oily dressing saturated his shirt. She looked him over and clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Get yourself cleaned up, Calvin, honestly, you're a mess. Oh, and you have half an hour to pack what you want and get out. If you don't, I'll call the police. I don't know if they'll be able to enforce anything, but I do know that will embarrass you to death, and if there's one thing you hate, it's being embarrassed.”

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Book:The Cookbook Club: A Novel of Food and Friendship
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“Berlin of 1884 was effected through the sword and the bullet. But the night of the sword and the bullet was followed by the morning of the chalk and the blackboard. The physical violence of the battlefield was followed by the psychological violence of the classroom. But where the former was visibly brutal, the latter was visibly gentle … The bullet was the means of physical subjugation. Language was the means of the spiritual subjugation.”

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Author:Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
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