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“Galen punched his brother hard. "You bastard! You married and din't tell me?" Bathymaas moved to blast him. Aricle stopped her. "I'ts alright my lady. That's his normal reaction." "He needs to find another." Bathymaas "How could you have not told me? I'm your brother! Your twin! When did you marry?" Galen "While you were all gone." Aricles "Have you any idea the shit storm you are about to unleash?" Caleb "It's why I backed down from the fighting. I didn't want anyone hurt. Least of all Bathymaas." Aricles Malphas growled. "Now I want to punch you. . . . But I understand." He rubbed his gold necklace that never left him. "The heart wants what it wants, and nothing will deny it. But damn . . ." He turned his glare to Bathymaas. "Damn." "So what does this mean?" Monokles "The gods will attack her for this. Openly. Those who hate her will say that she can no longer perform her duties because she's been corrupted by the thouch of a mortal. And they will be after Aricles with everything they have." Caleb "I still don't trust him. He bowed out when we needed him the most." Phelix "To protect his wife." Haides reminded Phelix. "Right or wrong, I doubt there's a one of us who wouldn't do whatever he had to to keep his woman safe." Haides "he's right, there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect my wife and her honor." Monokles Galen hugged Bathymaas and then his brother. "I hate you." galen "I hate you too." Aricles Bathymaas scowled. "We don't mean it, my lady. Rather, it's our way of saying that we're still mad, but are willing to forgive." Aricles "Mortals are so strange." Bathymaas”

“Galen Werner, you may choose one of my daughters to be your bride, and when I die, you shall sit beside her as co-ruler of Westfallin." "Your Majesty.... I - I don't know - " Rose felt her knees shaking. Did he not love her after all? "Psst, Galen?" Pansy tugged on his arm. Galen leaned down. "If Rose doesn't want you," the little girl whispered loudly, "you can marry me." Galen laughed shakily. "Thanks, Pansy." "Oh, Rose! Don't just stand there like a lump," Poppy said, poking her in the back. "If he's too embarrased, you should be the one to say something." "Poppy!" Daisy looked scandalized. "It's not Rose's place to - " Under cover of their squabbling, Rose took Galen's hand and moved closer to him. "Do you want to marry me?" she whispered in a much quieter tone than Pansy had used. "Yes," he said. "If neither of you is going to speak up," King Gregor said, "I shall simply have to decide it for myself!" "Father," Rose protested, "that won't be necessary!" "I choose Rose," Galen blurted out at the same time. "There. Done. Easy." King Gregor clapped his hands.”

“Galileo, exemplo fácil de citar, sofreu ao questionar usando fatos a versão religiosa da Lua: Galileo viu que a lua não era perfeita, mas cheia de furos, de imperfeições. Newton mostrou que a luz branca não era pura, como pensava os religiosos, mas composta de várias cores.”

“Galimas daiktas, kad mano gyvenimas priklauso nuo vieno iš šių žmonių, kurie čia slenka pro mano akis; galimas daiktas, kad štai prie mano durų yra žmogus, kurio aš laukiu, arba žmogus, kuris manęs laukia. Bet daug žmonių yra prie mano durų. Jeigu ten yra ir tas, apie kurį kalbu, kaip jį pažint?" Privatinis žmonių gyvenimas, viešas tautų gyvenimas, slaptas nujautimas, literatūra, romanas, istorija, praeities atsiminimai, dabarties reikalai, ateities laukimas - visa sako žmogui, kad jam gali prireikti spėti, o gerai spėti taisyklių nėra. Štai kur kyla sfinksas.”

“Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart. But there was more than one way to be smart.”

“Gallant. Las costillas parecen comprimirle el corazón. Desliza el pulgar por encima de la palabra, la misma que se encontraba en el final del diario de su madre. Nunca tuvo sentido para ella. La buscó en uno de los diccionarios pesados de la maestra, descubrió que significaba «valiente» en inglés, en especial en tiempos complicados. Coraje ante la adversidad. Pero para su madre, para Olivia, no es una descripción. Es un lugar. Una casa.”

“Gallup defines a good job as 30+ hours per week for an organization that provides a regular paycheck. Right now, the U.S. is delivering at a staggeringly low rate of 44%, which is the number of full-time jobs as a percent of the adult population, 18 years and older. We need that to be 50% and a bare minimum of 10 million new, good jobs to replenish America's middle class.”

“Galopa el sudario de la noche un caballo enfebrecido que, llevado por los diablos, bufa y escupe el alma por sus temblorosos ollares. Tan rápida es su carrera que los cascos apenas hollan el suelo. Cabalga la bestia un hombre, las riendas sujetas con fuerza en una mano, mientras con la otra aprieta contra su pecho el cuerpo pálido de su hijo. El infante, con los miembros descompuestos en un fajo de carne blanda que vibra y se descoyunta en el infernal galope, vuelve los ojos dilatados hacia la espesura de la oscuridad. Porque en el corazón de las tinieblas distingue lo que nadie ve, oye lo que nadie percibe: los rasgos feroces, la voz lúgubre del rey de los elfos que con fúnebre avidez lo llama hacia sí.”

“Galvanized people can do careless things. It is in the extreme and emotion-laden moments that distance and coolness are most required. I am tempted to howl in rage. It is not my place to do so. My job is to try to dissect the event, place it in context and try to understand what has happened and why. From that, after the rage cools, plans for action can be made. Rage has its place, but actions must be taken with discipline and thought.”

“GALWAY, IRELAND TWELVE YEARS AGO “The world was a different place, once,” Niall says into the microphone. “Once there were creatures in the sea so miraculous they seemed straight out of fantasy. There were things that loped across plains or slithered through tall grass, things that leaped from the boughs of trees, which were plentiful, too. Once there were glorious winged beasts that roamed the sky-world, and now they are going.” He stops and looks for my face in the lecture hall. “They aren’t going,” he corrects himself. “They are being violently and indiscriminately slaughtered by our indifference. It has been decided by our leaders that economic growth is more important. That the extinction crisis is an acceptable trade for their greed.” He said it’s hard, sometimes, to finish. The bile rises in his throat and he could break the lectern beneath his hands, overcome with a profound sense of loathing for what we are, all of us, and the poison of our species. He called himself a hypocrite for always talking, never doing, and he said he hates himself as much as anyone, he’s as much a perpetrator, a consumer living in wealth and privilege and wanting more and more and more.”

“Galway Kinnell came out with that wonderful big, breathy, hollow voice of his and read, for the first time in public, "The Bear." That poem impressed me so much that I memorized it. I used it for years when I taught in prisons. It's a powerful extended metaphor for what the writing life is really all about. It's a uniquely powerful poem about self-transformation, and that's what we're asking, really, beyond even our objection to the war. We're asking people to look at themselves and think about what might be possible with a little self-transformation.”