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“Hastings sat down and braced his arm along the back of the chaise, quite effectively letting it be known he did not want anyone else to join them. “You look frustrated, Miss Fitzhugh.” He lowered his voice. “Has your bed been empty of late?” He knew very well she’d been watched more closely than prices on the stock exchange. She couldn’t smuggle a hamster into her bed, let alone a man. “You look anemic, Hastings,” she said. “Have you been leaving the belles of England breathlessly unsatisfied again?” He grinned. “Ah, so you know what it is like to be breathlessly unsatisfied. I expected as little from Andrew Martin.” Her tone was pointed. “As little as you expect from yourself, no doubt.” He sighed exaggeratedly. “Miss Fitzhugh, you disparage me so, when I’ve only ever sung your praises.” “Well, we all do what we must,” she said with sweet venom. He didn’t reply—not in words, at least.”

“hat is the fundamental characteristic of the crocodile? The answer is clear: to swallow human beings. How is one, in constructing the crocodile, to secure that he should swallow people? The answer is clearer still: construct him hollow. It was settled by physics long ago that Nature abhors a vacuum. Hence the inside of the crocodile must be hollow so that it may abhor the vacuum, and consequently swallow and so fill itself with anything it can come across. And that is the sole rational cause why every crocodile swallows men. It is not the same in the constitution of man: the emptier a man’s head is, for instance, the less he feels the thirst to fill it, and that is the one exception to the general rule.”

“hat whole phrase, "daring greatly," is from the Theodore Roosevelt quote that goes back to your original question of, what about the critics? And when I read his quote it was life-changing. "It's not the critic who counts; it's not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done the better.”

“Hata hivyo, Shetani anaweza kutudanganya kupitia tamaduni zetu tulizozaliwa nazo. Utamaduni, dunia tunapoishi, ndiyo chanzo cha udanganyifu huu. Yesu Kristo alikufa msalabani ili tupate uhuru kutoka kwa Shetani. Chukua hatua sasa kwa sababu Shetani anaweza kukuteka, na kukufanya mtumwa tena.”

“Hata hivyo, toka mwaka 1995 watu wengi walianza kuamka kiroho dunia nzima; na mwaka 2012 waliamka zaidi, pale ulimwengu ulipoanza kuhama kutoka kwenye masafa ya ngazi ya nne ya ufahamu wa binadamu (‘4th dimension’) kwenda kwenye masafa ya ngazi ya tano ya ufahamu wa binadamu (‘5th dimension’) inayohusika zaidi na ulimwengu wa roho na ambayo bado inaendelea kuhama mpaka dakika hii. Ndiyo maana watu wengi zaidi wanamjua Mungu kipindi hiki kuliko kipindi kingine chochote kile katika historia ya dunia yetu. Kwa sababu hiyo, Shetani hatashinda.”

“Hatalı bilimsel varsayımlar, sonradan yerlerine doğrularının konulabileceği düşünüldüğünde mazur görülebilirler; ancak, çalışmalarını ona inanmaya devam ederek sürdürenlere çok zarar verebilirler. Çünkü, teorilerine aşırı hayran olan bilimciler deneylerin ortaya koyduğu 'hayır' yanıtını kabul etmekten de aşırı ölçüde kaçınırlar. Bazen de bilimciler teorilerini sınamaya tabi tutmak yerine çevresinde oyalanır; yalnız ikinci derece sonuçları test eder, doğrudan ilgili olmayan ikincil konularla uğraşırlar; hipotezlerini çürütebilecek bir sonucun riskini göze alamazlar.”

“Hatching is not the end of what lies inside the egg, only the end of the shell around it. There’s no flight without the shatter, and no flock without the flight. What we’re made of will go on. A fledgling in some other place and time will look up for guidance and maybe see the path we leave behind, even when all of this as it is”—she flutters her free hand at the darkened desert —“dries and blows away. Change is comforting, in that way.”

“Hate and anger were what had kept him alive. He had fed on them for so long, they were the only emotions he recognized, the only ones he still knew how to feel. And yet, right now, surrounded by the warmth of the three precious girls who were using him as a pillow, hate seemed very far away, crowded out by things unknown and yet familiar, impossible things. Love. A feeling of belonging. A sense of peace. He closed his eyes. It was all an illusion. He didn't belong anywhere. He didn't know what love was anymore. And peace . . . Christ, what was that? So Conor sat listening to the rain and stealing a few moments of trust and affection he did not deserve from three wee girls who were not his. And he reminded himself at least twice that night that he was not a family man.”