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“Jake's POV: It was just too bad that Chloe was freezing Ally out even though her family hadn't been affected. Because otherwise Ally would be here and maybe I could be making out with her instead of Lisa Freckles. Except that Ally would be making out with David Drake. Was that what they were doing right now? Hooking up at some party? Dorkus Drake got to kiss Ally Ryan whenever he wanted. In what universe was that okay?”

“Jake's POV: Meanwhile, Ally was here with Marshall Moss, who she was obviously going to hook up with later. They'd barely stopped touching each other all night. Even now, they were out in the middle of the dance floor dancing to some Black Eyed Peas song. No reason to be touching for a fast song, but they were. Holding hands while they bounced around with friends. She looked happy. Which made me want to punch someone. Preferably Marshall Moss.”

“Jake’s shirt and jeans gave off a business vibe with the hint of a wide range of corporate occupations from sales to IT. Only politicians and real estate agents wore a suit and tie these days. Dressed to push an agenda. A man wearing a two-piece suit and tie would be remembered and many people became guarded, sus of the wearer’s intention. Guarded meant memorable. Blend into the environment; do not stick out.”

“Jake tried to pull away from the clutching hand and went sprawling on the Tick-Tock Man's throne. His eye fell on a pocket which had been sewn into the right-hand arm-rest. Jutting from the elasticized top was the cracked pearl handle of a revolver. "Oh, cully, how you'll suffer!" the Tick-Tock Man whispered ecstatically. The O of surprise had been replaced by a wide, trembling grin. "Oh how you'll suffer! And how happy I'll be to...WHAT--?" The grin slackened and the surprised O began to reappear as Jake pointed the cheesy nickel-plated revolver at him and thumbed back the hammer. The grip on Jake's ankle tightened until it seemed to him that the bones there must snap. "You DASN'T!" Tick-Tock said in a screamy whisper. "Yes I DO," Jake said grimly, and pulled the trigger of the Tick-Tock Man's runout gun. There was a flat crack, much less dramatic than the Schmeisser's Teutonic roar. A small black hole appeared high up on the right side of Tick-Tock's forehead. The Tick-Tock Man went on staring up at Jake, disbelief in his remaining eye. Jake tried to make himself shoot him again and couldn't do it. Suddenly a flap of the Tick-Tock Man's scalp peeled away like old wallpaper and dropped on his right cheek. Roland would have known what this meant; Jake, however, was now almost beyond coherent thought. A dark, panicky horror was spinning across his mind like a tornado funnel. He cringed back in the big chair as the hand on his ankle fell away and the Tick-Tock Man collapsed forward on his face. The door. He had to open the door and let the gunslinger in. Focusing on that and nothing but, Jake let the pearl-handled revolver clatter to the iron grating...”

“Jake was close to tears. In that moment he saw the world in its true light, as a place where nothing had ever been any good and nothing of significance done: no art worth a second look, no philosophy of the slightest appositeness, no law but served the state, no history that gave an inkling of how it had been and what had happened. And no love, only egotism, infatuation and lust.”

“Jake was right--I'm strong in a way June never was. Because I know that I want to be here. Even with the pain. Even with the ugliness. I've seen the other side--marching side by side down city streets with people who all believe they can change the world and the view of the sunset from Fridgehenge and Tom Waits lyrics and doing the waltz and kisses so hot they melt into each other and best friends who hold your hand and stretching out underneath a sky draped with stars and everything else. There is so much beauty in just existing. In being alive. I don't want to miss a second.”

“Jake, you are our leader. You are the one who can bring us all together and help us defeat the Controllers. We have the ability to be much more than we are, to have the stealth of a cat, and... and the eyes of eagles, and the sense of smell of a dog, and... and the speed of a horse or a cheetah. We're going to need it all, if we have any hope of holding out against the Controllers." I wanted it not to be true. I wanted none of it to be true. But I knew that it was. I nodded slowly. It felt like I was agreeing to something awful. Like I was volunteering for a trip to the dentist or something much worse. It felt like a million pounds of weight had just landed on my shoulders. - Animorphs #1, The Invasion page 31”

“Jalal shook his head and moved toward Khalid. "She is. Please give her a chance to explain." "Leave," Khalid commanded quietly. "Don't let your fear and your distrust ruin this." His uncle took Jalal by the shoulder. "She loves you!" Jalal continued, his tone heedless. "This is not what it seems. Maybe it began as something else, but I would bet my life on what it is now. She loves you. Please don't fall to hate. You're not your father. You are so much more. She is so much more.”

“Jalang Ada sekuntum mawar di dadamu dan dusta di mulutmu. Sesungguhnya, Kau tak menggonggong serupa anjing yang tolol. Kau hanya tak mengindahkan hal lain, selain rasa laparku. Kaugigit tulang dari kedalamanku yang perih. Mata yang tak peduli dan hasrat untuk membunuh. Gelegak darah ini sama kejinya dengan tikam amarah. Api yang kau sembunyikan di balik mata pisau beringas. Pada dadamu yang terbelah jantungmu yang memerah. Kejalangan yang kau tunjukkan tanpa penyesalan dan rasa malu. Lagak lagumu tak semerah gincu yang kau kenakan malam itu. Dan apakah itu... secarik kain sewarna darah yang tak mampu menutupi kemesumanmu dari dunia? Dari dulu sekali, Kau sudah bukan milikku lagi! ... Kau sudah jadi milik semua orang. Semua kata cinta yang kau obral dengan murah. Haram jadah yang terlahir dari mimpi basah di siang bolong. Mimpi tempatku menghabiskan waktu. Waktu dan seluruh kesia-siaan. Waktu yang tak bernilai; Onggokan sampah! Sumpah serapah dan omong kosong. Waktu yang membusuk dalam pikiran semua orang. Mereka yang tak lebih anjing dari diriku sendiri. Mereka yang penuh gairah menanti saat tiba jam pertunjukan dengan air liur menetes. Mereka, yang menyulam benang laba-laba itu ke dalam pikiranmu. Seutas rambut yang lebih tipis dari harga diri dan kehormatan. Nilai yang kau sendiri Bahkan tak peduli. Bodohnya lagi, seperti yang selama ini terjadi... Aku masih saja duduk terpaku di depan layar menyesatkan itu menunggu... Merasa lebih, memiliki dirimu Lebih dari siapa pun, Kay! 2024 - 2025”

“Jam jamming,” Meghan chanted in a sing song voice. “I like the idea, the feel. I KNOW what you are getting at. Where does a sound end? Has the Earth been pumping billions upon billions of horrendous noises into the depths of space since the time primates began walking? Can you imagine all the noisy concerts, explosions of war, and thundering of bombs, all drifting endlessly into empty darkness? Can you imagine? For infinity? Frozen glaciers, devoid rocks, suddenly illuminated to be crushed by all that deafening din, waking the inhabitants of other planets. Jamming alien satellite signals. If there is life out there, it wants to destroy us....I must be really stoned to see this so clearly”

“Jam njeri i semure... Jam edhe tip keqdashesi. Nuk bej pjese, nderkohe, ne simpatiket. Me duket se vuaj nga melçia, ndonese vete une gje prej gjeje nuk kuptoj nga semundjet, as qe e di me saktesi ç'me dhemb. Nuk kurohem e as jam kuruar ndonjehere, pavaresisht nga respekti qe kam per mjekesine (se i shkolluar une jam, por edhe bestyd jam). Me ka hipur ne kole, nuk dua te kurohem nga inati. Ju kete kushedi as edhe e kuptoni, kurse une e kuptoj, ndonese s'jam ne gjendje t'ua shpjegoj se kujt i bej dem me kete inat timin. E di fort mire, qe as mjekeve e askujt tjeter nuk i behet vone qe jam tip inatçori, e as vete per veten nuk e çaj koken, ndonese fort mire e di qe inati eshte dem i kokes. Ngado qe ta sjellesh e kam mbushur mendjen, e kam bere top: nuk dua qe nuk dua te kurohem. Me dhemb kjo e shkrete melçi, le te dhembe, nuk paska plasur!”

“Jamais fui outra coisa que não um funcionário. Fui criado para trabalhar. Não tive infância, mas já tentei imaginar uma. Meu colega humano às vezes menciona que não quer trabalhar, depois diz algo muito estranho, completamente sem sentido. O que pode ser? Ele diz "a pessoa é mais do que o trabalho que faz", ou então, "a gente não é só trabalho". Mas o que se pode ser além disso? Como conseguiríamos comer, onde teríamos companhia? O que seria de alguém sem trabalho e sem colegas? Passaria a vida inteira enfurnado num armário?”

“Jamais il ne commence une phrase par : La vie, tu verras … Je ne tiens de lui aucune parole de sagesse, aucune recommandation sur l’avenir, aucun cadeau de son expérience. Je ne l’entends pas m’encourager à faire mes premiers pas ni à tenir en équilibre sur un vélo. Il ne m’apprend ni à ma raser ni à planter un clou. Certes, j’entends parler ici ou là des principes fondateurs d’une vie d’homme, des bienfaits du travail, des vertus de la patience et des commandements de l’honnêteté, mais comment les faire siens si aucun être de confiance ne vous les souffle à l’oreille comme un secret dont vous êtes l’unique destinataire ? Même l’idiot, le taiseux, l’égocentrique, le poète ou le tyran, quelles que soient ses valeurs, se sent investi du devoir de les transmettre. Je me serais contenté d’un peu de sens commun, d’un poncif, d’un dicton populaire. Même un proverbe napolitain aurait fait l’affaire.”