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“Lembramos que as unidades políticas (os Estados), assim como as pessoas e os grupos dos mais variados tipos, são fundamentalmente egoístas, e movem-se por razões de interesse próprio, pessoal, de grupo ou de bando, e nacional, e não por qualquer causa nobre ditada pela solidariedade.”

“Lembrete, mesmo que fossem testemunhos oculares, isso não seria o suficiente. Existem muitas pessoas que dizem serem testemunhas oculares, e foram elas mesmas, levadas por extraterrestres, e experimentado nelas. Outras dizem que viram o chupa-cabra. Pode parecer que estou propositalmente tentando ridiculizar religião, mas isso não é intencional. Se houvesse outra forma de mostrar o quão é ridículo a Bíblia e suas afirmações extraordinários, eu o faria, e já tentei no passado. Não funciona.”

“Lembro-me de que comprei, por esses dias, uma camisola castanha, de lã, e de que pensei então: «A quem falarei agora de todas as coisas sem importância?» A solidão é uma sôfrega evidência, alimenta-se de pequenos materiais, de circusntâncias e de passagens, devorando a vida por onde ela é mais óbvia: por dentro. Assim morremos os dois, tu e eu. Como poderíamos nós, ao telefone, saber que falávamos já, distantemente, de dois estranhos?”

“Lembro-me é de quando na nossa primeira noite eu te disse que te amava e tu disseste também te amo. Hei-de lembrar-me decerto ainda de quantas outras palavras me disseste. Mas agora quero ouvir apenas essa tua palavra ardente em que toda a vida se me consumiu. E do sim gentil no pátio da Universidade e em que tudo começou. Também te amo. Sim. E é estranho como uma vida inteira se me resuma a uma palavra. Possivelmente por ser a única a dizer tudo o que valeu a pena saber.”

“Lemon and... blueberries, right? No, hold on- blackberries, I think. And... lavender? Lavender, for... excitement? I think there's an old saying that lavender is good for something like that." That sounded familiar. "Just a second." I took the book out of my backpack and flipped through the beginning again. "This isn't in alphabetical order, or any kind of order at all. Oh, here it is. Lavender brings luck and adventure for those who choose to embrace it," I said. "You were right." "What book is that?" asked Vik. "It looks ancient." "I just found it. It's got all these drawings and descriptions of herbs and spices." "Cool! Can I take a look?" I handed him the book, and he spent the next few minutes leafing through it, but then returned to eating the cupcake. "I love this. It's so different from the usual boring things people make. Although..." He took another bite. "I have a suggestion." He studied the cupcake. "The cake is light, fluffy, and complex, and the creamy, tangy frosting complements it so well. It might be even better with an edible garnish. Like a sugared mint leaf." He took another bite. "Or a sugared violet," he said with his mouth half full. "That would be lovely." I gaped in surprise. He was right. It would be lovely. I'd thought about topping them with fresh, mouth-puckering blackberries, but these suggestions were so much more elegant.”

“Lemon knows all too well how dangerous Tangerine can be when he's angry. Usually Tangerine is content to read his novels and keep violence to an absolute minimum. But once he loses his temper he becomes ruthless and nearly unstoppable. It's impossible to tell from his demeanour whether he's angry or not, which makes him even more dangerous. He erupts all at once, without any warning, terrible to behold. But Lemon knows that when Tangerine starts quoting books and movies it's time to be wary. It's as if in his frenzied state the box of memories inside his head gets tipped over and the contents spill out, making him start quoting his favourite likes. It's the surest sign he's about to get violent.”

“Lemon quince gently adrift at sunrise, Sweet harbinger, warmth will grace the near days. Playful breezes spin to catch fragrant sighs, From blooming buds rustling, soft floral sways, Nestled betwixt mighty branched leaves of green, Starry white petals uncoil, one by one; Stretching to drench in rays of late spring’s scene, Fanned floral saucers revive, ‘neath the sun. A strong gust shivers the splendid display, Dusting blissful, dulcet notes through the air; Wayward leaves wander, and scatter astray, Like weightless flutter of butterfly flair. Tumbling relics of a burgeoned giant, Magnolia renewed, abloom, defiant.”

“Lemon verbena, though. That's my favorite. It's a pretty hardy plant, and you can turn it into a tisane. In Morocco we call it louiza." "Louiza?" "You add the leaves to boiled water and they let out the most deliciously sweet fragrance. Not exactly lemony--- more like a honey balm." "What does the tea taste like?" he asked. "Sort of like chamomile, maybe, but with more body, and sweeter.”

“Lemons. He liked lemons. They made you make funny faces when you bit them, and a very, very long way in the future there was a really amazing planet where they'd evolved into people and lived in harmony with a variety of hyper-intelligent bee. Evolution. Thousands and thousands of years of tiny changes could turn little burning sparks of chemistry into people, into monsters and angels and even human beings.”

“Lemurs are extraordinarily leapers. I mean they are just really going from tree to tree and then if there is not a tree, they just come down to the ground very gracefully. But it is the music that makes them seem to be dancing. They are basically getting from one place to another and that's just natural for them. They are just natural acrobatic dancers, just the way they move. It's beautiful!”

“Lemurs are good parents but they do it in different ways. I originally studied father care. I was very interested in that and we saw that a lot of these animals that lived in pairs and the father wasn't doing anything at all for the first month. But then suddenly, when the baby got to be a certain weight then the dads chipped in and started carrying the babies which was very nice. And then if there was twins or triplets then they helped.”

“Lena Dunham or Miranda July, those people are sort of thinking about their work in a slightly different way than I do, where their whole body is a seed of what they're creating. I can't imagine watching Miranda's movies with anybody else playing her role, she's so integral. But for me, it feels more like every story is really individual. If I thought of something else, or thought it should be my body representing it, I'd fold my body into it. But most of the time I'm writing to get something out of my body.”

“Lena walked into the dining room with a plate of pancakes for both Knox and Bea. "Work for this family for fifty years, you'd think they'd have the decency to tell me when they got married. I'm only giving you breakfast so I can make sure you have enough strength to make babies." "Good morning, Lena. Thank you for breakfast," he said, knowing she was only half kidding. "Lots of babies," Lena repeated. "And soon.”