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“lf you’re going to deal with reality, you’re going to have to make one big discovery: Reality is something that belongs to you as an individual. If you wanna grow up, which most people don’t, the thing to do is take responsibility for your own reality and deal with it on your own terms. Don’t expect that because you pay some money to somebody else or take a pledge or join a club or run down the street or wear a special bunch of clothes or play a certain sport or even drink Perrier water, it’s going to take care of everything for you.”

“LGBT activism also fails on intersectionality for trans people themselves. It has no interest in acknowledging the somewhat different political and social situations of trans men and trans women respectively, but insists on treating both as identical for the purposes of lobbying. As far as trans activism is apparently concerned, there is no relevant difference in the situations of a fourteen-year-old transidentifying teenage female, attracted to other females, who is crowdfunding ‘top surgery’ and self-harming in the meantime, and a forty-one-year-old late-transitioning autogynephilic heterosexual male with no intention of divorcing the wife.”

“LGBT people are really convenient: we're sort of the ultimate foreign agent in Russia. There's no doubt in anyone's mind that the values that affirm nontraditional relationships, that affirm feminism, come from abroad. If you've established - and this isn't up for discussion - that foreign agents are bad, and foreign influence is bad, and the West is our enemy, then there's no better expression of the West's influence than gays and lesbians.”

“Lho indotta a sottoscrivere i gesti di una madre sola e imperfetta, di una pittrice dal valore dubitoso, di una donna altera ma debole, una donna che vorrebbe esse uomo per sfuggire se stessa. E da donna a donna l'ho trattata, senza discrezione, senza virile rispetto. Trecento anni di maggiore esperienza non mi hanno insegnato a riscattare una compagna dai suoi errori umani e a ricostruirle una libertà ideale, quella che la affrancava e la esaltava nelle ore di lavoro, che furono tante. E ormai non so che cimentarla, per farla parlare, sui ricordi di una maternità infelice, il solito argomento delle donne.”

“li algures que os gregos antigos não escreviam necrológios, quando alguém morria perguntavam apenas: tinha paixão? quando alguém morre também eu quero saber da qualidade da sua paixão: se tinha paixão pelas coisas gerais, água, música, pelo talento de algumas palavras para se moverem no caos, pelo corpo salvo dos seus precipícios com destino à glória, paixão pela paixão, tinha? e então indago de mim se eu próprio tenho paixão, se posso morrer gregamente, que paixão? os grandes animais selvagens extinguem-se na terra, os grandes poemas desaparecem nas grandes línguas que desaparecem, homens e mulheres perdem a aura na usura, na política, no comércio, na indústria, dedos conexos, há dedos que se inspiram nos objectos à espera, trémulos objectos entrando e saindo dos dez tão poucos dedos para tantos objectos do mundo ¿e o que há assim no mundo que responda à pergunta grega, pode manter-se a paixão com fruta comida ainda viva, e fazer depois com sal grosso uma canção curtida pelas cicatrizes, palavra soprada a que forno com que fôlego, que alguém perguntasse: tinha paixão? afastem de mim a pimenta-do-reino, o gengibre, o cravo-da-índia, ponham muito alto a música e que eu dance, fluido, infindável, apanhado por toda a luz antiga e moderna, os cegos, os temperados, ah não, que ao menos me encontrasse a paixão e eu me perdesse nela, a paixão grega”

“Li Gui called out, "Sir, if you kill me you will kill two persons." "How do you make that out?" asked Li Kui, staying the blow. "At home I support my mother who is ninety years of age, and this is my only means of helping her in her old age," said Li Gui. "I never injure people, but only make them afraid. If you kill me, my old mother will die of starvation." Li Kui who never twinkled his eyes in chopping off people's heads, paused and thought when he heard this. "Here am I trying to succour my old mother, and yet killing a man who supports his old mother. Heaven will not allow me to live if I do this. No! No! I will forgive this man. (J.H. Jackson translation)”

“Li trattiamo con condiscendenza per la loro incompiutezza, per il tragico destino d'aver preso forma tanto al di sotto di noi. E in questo sbagliamo, e sbagliamo di grosso. Perché l'animale non ha la sua misura nell'uomo. In un mondo più antico e completo del nostro, essi si muovono - completi e compiuti - dotati di un'estensione dei sensi che noi abbiamo perso, o che non abbiamo mai raggiunto, ispirati da voci che noi non udiremo mai. Non sono nostri fratelli, non sono nostri sottoposti; sono altre nazioni, catturati insieme a noi nella rete della vita e del tempo, prigionieri con noi dello splendore e del travaglio della Terra.”

“Liam began to dance from leg to leg, feeling alive, the burning nobility of words still coursing their flame through him. “We have to go, Boyoh. This is the reason why we went into archaeology. Science has laid before us a mystery and we can’t insult it by not accepting its invitation.” ~ Chapter 6 The Garden of Souls”

“Liam dropped down to one knee and clasped her hand. "From the day we first met, I knew I needed you in my life. You took the chaos and made it calm. You lifted my heart with your smile and awed me with your brilliant mind. I kept every secret valentine, every scribbled note, your stuffed rabbit, and the answer to every math question I gave you. I hoped one day to be the kind of man you could love, a man who would hold and cherish you, a man worthy of you, and who would protect you with the sword you are going to allow him to have at our wedding." He fumbled in his pocket. "I didn't really plan this..." Daisy laughed. "Of course not." "I did try, but it wasn't me, and if I had, I would have missed this incredible opportunity to turn the ultimate cinematic symbol of uncontrollable passion upside down and make the fantasy of a love so intense that nothing else matters into something real." Her face softened. "You remembered all that?" "I remember every moment I spend with you." He pulled out a silver ring with a Sharks logo on top. "I keep my fan gear in Hamish's warehouse. I grabbed it when I left with the bike, just in case." He slipped the ring on her finger. "Daisy Patel, my humraaz, love of my life, will you marry me?" Her happiness bubbled over and she punched her fist in the air. "Go Sharks!" "Is that a yes?" He looked up, frowning. "It's a little less romantic than I had anticipated..." "Of course it's a yes.”

“Liam eventually added, "I don't want a war, but if it comes, yes; I want to see it." My first impulse was to tell him, "no, he didn't want to see it," It was wrong of me to say though. He did want to see it. I think many people who haven't seen a war want to. It's not right to tell them they don't. What they don't want and don't know is that they don't want to have seen it. I know because I've seen bits and pieces of several. I watched from a hilltop as a Roman legion met Picts. I tended some of the wounded out of Gettysburg. I even managed to screw up and go down the hill to drag French knights out of the mud at Agincor and I know I don't want to see another war. But I don't even want to have seen the ones I have been to. Here in Karvalen, I have seen a small war. More like a few major engagements in a larger campaign I suppose. Even so, the dead littered the battlefield like corn after a hailstorm. Wounded screamed their agony or cried in despair, those with the strength left. Some lay in pools of their own juices and gasped in short quick breaths. Fearing the last one would come all too soon. The mud was dirt and blood. The smell of guts and feces was thick in the sunshine and birds pecked at sightless eyes. That was victory. I stared at my son and wondered how I could explain it. How could I make his sixteen year old mind comprehend.”

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“Liam had never once indicated he felt anything more than brotherly affection for her. She was still the nerdy geek who'd spent lunches in the science lab, and Liam was still the guy who'd dated the most beautiful girls in the school. Daisy had watched them from the window when he came to pick up Sanjay, and wondered how it felt to be so thin you could disappear between two blades of grass, and what they would do when faced with a summer of desi weddings where you had to starve yourself at the beginning of the week so you could eat for three straight days. Not that she wasn't attractive---she was comfortable with her body, right down to the chipped front tooth that had come from taking a line drive to the face on the baseball diamond---but she and Liam were from two different worlds. Except for their childhood wounds, they shared nothing but memories, a love for video games, and good taste in black leather boots.”

“Liam's hash brown casserole can only be described as so over-the-top ridiculous I fear Paula Deen is sitting somewhere cackling about it. I can tell that there is cheese, butter, and sour cream in there, and do not want to know what else. It is delicious, as are the perfectly dried eggs, crispy bacon, buttery toast, and juicy sausages. The muffins are banana chocolate chip, otherwise known as breakfast cake.”

“Liar! I know that you humans build your life in lies. It starts with your mortal lords and their fabricated gods. They use fictitious stories to impregnate the minds of people, and like herds of sheep they do as their told. With manipulation alone is enough to secure their reign. After all, is it not in your nature to be wanted and purposeful? It is such an easy game to play. I have observed this falsehood accepted by fathers and mothers over and over again. The idiocy becomes one with their children, and they become the infrastructure that not only sedates but corrodes the soul with instructed conformity. In the end, lies are all that you are.”