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“Mmmm...the tide may drown a sleeping fisherman, a brother or a sister, or carry her unawares out to sea, but it does not do so with malice or design. And even if we hate it, how shall we harm it? How to exercise our hatred? With high walls or thundering engines? How? Do you attack the waves when you know that the seas are shifted and governed by a power removed from the Earth and beyond assailing? Trust me, young one. Use the tide, but do not make of it an enemy. If ever the strange intelligence in it could notice you and name you amongst its enemies, you would be undone before you knew any measure of relief.”

“Mmmmmnobaconeggsgottagostore…” She slowly ran her hand down his forearm and gave him a sleepy smile as she sat up. Her eyes remained closed as she rested her hand on his shoulder and before he could realize her intention or even remember his manners and stop her, her mouth was on his in a kiss that was so soft and sweet Alessandro could do nothing but fall into it with her.”

“MMT recognizes that finance is not a limited resource. It is manufactured and created in the act of spending. In the modern world, the exclusive monopoly to issue the currency endows governments with unparalleled spending power. For MMT, that the issuer can spend without technical constraints is a rather trivial observation. What MMT stresses is that taxes and borrowing cannot pre-fund the issuer of the currency, as the currency must be provided before it can be used for tax collections or bond purchases. The substantive question for MMT then is how to deploy this spending power for achieving the two central macroeconomic goals: full employment and price stability.”

“Mnamo mwaka 1957 Rais David Eisenhower wa Marekani (inasemekana) alipewa taarifa usiku mmoja akiwa Washington, D.C., kuhusu chombo cha ajabu kilichoanguka kwenye jangwa la Nevada huko Marekani. Ndani ya chombo kile kulikuwa na ‘aliens’ wawili, nao waliomba kuonana na Eisenhower kuhusu ujumbe waliokuja nao kutoka katika ulimwengu wao. Bila kuchelewa, Eisenhower alipanda ndege usiku huohuo mpaka Texas. Huko alichukua gari hadi kwenye eneo la kijeshi liitwalo Area 51, ambapo ndipo ule ujumbe wa ulimwengu mwingine ulipokuwa umeshikiliwa. Mkutano wa aina yake ulifanyika chini ya ardhi, kati ya Rais Eisenhower na hao viumbe wawili wa anga za mbali, chini ya tafsiri ya wanasayansi wa NASA. Walichotaka ni urafiki na dunia yetu, inayogombewa na dunia nyingi za ‘aliens’, kwa mbadala wa teknolojia kadha wa kadha ambazo sisi hatukuwa nazo. Pande zote mbili zilifikia maafikiano, wao wakitupa teknolojia, sisi tukiwapa uwezo wa kufanya majaribio ya kisayansi kwa binadamu wa dunia nzima. Hivyo kuanzia hapo ‘aliens’ wakawa na uhalali wa kuteka watu katika mazingira ya kutatanisha na kuingilia watu usiku wakiwa wamelala, katika tukio la kiulimwengu wa roho lijulikanalo kama ‘sleep paralysis’. ‘Sleep Paralysis’ ni tukio la ajabu. Mtu anapokuwa amelala mwili wake huonekana kufa ganzi, kiasi kwamba anajihisi hawezi hata kunyanyua mkono. Aghalabu hali hiyo inapotokea maana yake ni kwamba ‘aliens’ wanamchukua huyo mtu, kupitia kwenye paa la nyumba aliyolala, hadi mawinguni katika ndege yao. Ndani ya ndege wanaulaza mwili wa binadamu juu ya kitanda cha upasuaji, na kumfanyia upasuaji, ili kusoma biolojia iliyotumika kuumba wanadamu na kujua kwa nini sisi tuko tofauti na wao. Baada ya hapo wanamrudisha huyo mtu kitandani kwake, ambapo atalala usingizi wa kawaida hadi asubuhi. Atakapoamka hatajua kama alifanyiwa upasuaji. Wapo mamilioni ya watu duniani waliolalamika kutokewa na ‘aliens’, lakini serikali haziwahi kuilithibitisha hilo. Inavyosemekana, teknolojia za ‘aliens’ zinahifadhiwa na Jeshi la Marekani (Pentagon) na shirika la kijasusi la MAJI au MJ12. MJ12 ni watu 12 hatari zaidi duniani, wakiongozwa na mkurugenzi mkuu wa CIA (anayejulikana kama MJ1).”

“Mnogima bi se svidjela da se nisi trudila svidjeti se svima. Znaš, ne treba meni objašnjenje za moj trud, često sam se trudila i na kraju izašla praznih ruku. Pa šta? Ne kajem se. I da mogu ne bi vratila vrijeme, čemu? Meni je dovoljno da se utopim u čaši uspomena. Da nazdravim onima koji su putovali sa mnom, a da to nisu niti znali, da im zahvalim, i da im poželim sreću na njihovom sljedećem putovanju. Kamo – a tko to od nas uopće zna? Kada jednom shvatiš da si zalutao, kao ja, bez karte i cilja, među te ledom optočene zidine od ljudi nema ti druge nego krčiti svoj vlastiti – zid. Jer, teško da ćeš se zagrijati na tim. Zidovima od ljudi.”

“Mo Ran trembled and used all his strength to raise his head. He saw his God riding the dragon, swooping down from the sky. He saw the white clothes of his God, looking like an immortal exiled. As he got closer, the face next to the soaring dragon horn became clear . Mo Ran's heart suddenly hurt, and it was even more painful than being stabbed by a knife. He saw his God crying, Chu Wanning...he was crying .”

“Mo Ran, why is your face so cold…' It was as cold as ice. If I could, I would like to be a torch, waiting for you to turn back at the crossroads of the long winter night. I’m willing to burn my entire life away to light your path home. But why are you so cold? I don’t know how long I can burn, but what if when I’m exhausted and burnt out, and if when I’m extinguished, you still walk in the dark and refuse to look back?”

“Mo Sheanmháthair Ar ais arís lá breá Lúnasa Canach geosadáin ar foluain Ar chuile leoithne ghaoithe Do theach ina sceatraigh Na cróite ina snaois, Airím arís ceol na mblianta dearmadta, Drumadóireacht an bhanna práis Ag máirseáil síos an bóthar, Tusa led' sciortaí ardaithe Ag damhsa ar an screabán Do sheachtar óg Náire shaolta fút Ina bhfál ceilte os do chomhair Le nach bhfeicfeadh na comharsain Meidhréis do dhamhsa.”

“Mo Willems was so helpful. I had met him a number of times, and I knew from his books how funny he was, of course, but it was really neat to be able to have his feedback. He's so great with comic timing. Working with him was like taking a master class in comic timing, because he could pinpoint right away if a section wasn't working. I remember him saying once, "No, you need a beat between this page and this page," and it was like, oh yeah, of course. I hadn't seen it, but being so good at what he does, Mo noticed it right away.”

“Moammar Gadhafi and the revolt against Gadhafi was not started by the United States. It was started by the Libyan people. And the reason why I argued we needed to get involved is because he was going to go one way or the other. And my argument then was proven true, and that is, the longer that civil war took, the more militias would be formed and the more unstable the country would be after the fact.”

“Moammar Gadhafi is the man that killed those Americans over Lockerbie, Scotland. Moammar Gadhafi is also the man that bombed that cafe in Berlin and killed those Marines. And you want to know why Moammar Gadhafi started cooperating on his nuclear program? Because we got rid of Saddam Hussein. And so he got scared that he would be next, and that's why he started cooperating.”

“Moaning, she melted into my arms and molded her body against mine as if giving me permission to take whatever I yearned for. And I will. I can’t think of anything else. The ocean waves crashed against us. That cool water rose up to our knees. All was forgotten in those sweet kisses—lips gliding against lips, wet tongues twisting and exploring, hungry hands and taunting fingers. Fireworks of lust and need exploded inside me.”

“Moara încetase de mult să își mai scrie povestea, dar reminiscențe hoinăreau printre amintiri. Cosânzenele de altădată încă încingeau hora pe cărarea ce ducea către moară. Era atât de multă magie scăldată între razele de soare ce se pierdeau printre crengile prunilor. O bucurie scrisă de intensitatea emoţiilor pe fila timpului, printre petalele pline de culoare ale florilor ce zâmbeau a prospețime. Era viață și voință în fiecare celulă, în fiecare clipă. Și oamenii... Glasurile, cuvintele, accentul, bunăvoința, privirile pline de înțelepciune și blândețe. O lume întreagă, condensată în imagini peculiare, printre secundele realității de odinioară. Și mai era ceva. Era Tihna. Curată și sfântă. Tihna ce își înălta cântecul în surdină, plutind peste toate neputințele lumii, lăsându-și brațele într-o divină îmbrățișare a universului. Pace și liniște. Lumină și împăcare. Așa începeau toate duminicile.”