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“Painful as it may be to hear it, there's nothing special about the people of this country that sets them apart from the other people of the world. It is the Bill of Rights, and only the Bill of Rights, that keeps us from becoming the world's biggest banana republic. The moment we forget that, the American Dream is over.”

“Painful as the task is to describe the dark side of our affairs, it sometimes becomes a matter of indispensable necessity.”

“Painfully, because ancestral wisdom was sadly inadequate to the needs of this soil which, on approach, also revealed itself strange. Application of well-tried ways was here not enough. The peasant had constantly to consider his steps, to make decisions in matters that had passed without thought in the Old World—what to plant, and when, and how much, and where. To shoulder this burden of choices, the individual had not now the support of a village council. He acted alone. He had not long before the difficulties were apparent. He found little on his American farm that was familiar.”

“Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn't move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly tingle with a frenzied anticipation. Her blood burned for him, feeling her veins bubble hot as he continued to linger his seductions along the rims of her body. He listened attentively as the beating of her heart increased tri-fold, the quickening pulse thump beneath his horny fingertips.”

“Painoin pääni pulpettia vasten ja ajattelin että tämä koulu oli valtava leivinuuni jossa paistettiin laudaturylioppilaita, muita ei hyväksytty; tiesin että epäsosiaalisia, epäsosiaalisiksi leimattuja, savustettiin koulusta, keskiluokilla kun en vielä ollut "yli yhdeksikön mies" oli minuakin uhkailtu, ja minä muistin sen naapurin pojan jonka kaikki numerot oli opettajien yhteisestä sopimuksesta pudotettu, jonka keskiarvo oli juuri ja juuri laskenut lukioonpääsyrajan alle, jonka tiedettiin käyttävän huumeita. Meidän koulumme oli suljettu yhteisö, en tuntenut enää juuri ketään sen ulkopuolelta, tunsin pelkästään eliittiperheiden lapsia, eliittivanhempia, eliittikoulun opettajia, vain Jonna häilyi mielessäni jonakin saavuttamattomana poikkeuksena ja Nenekin oli eri asia. Olin opettajia vastaan, joskus, sittenkin vain harvoin, enhän kumminkaan yrittänyt muuttaa mitään, vaivihkaa asenteeni muotoutuisivat koulun asenteiden mukaisiksi, minusta tulisi kunnon kansalainen niin kuin joka helvetin idiootista tässä koulussa. Vanhempani olivat lääkäreitä, hienoista rikkaista perheistä kumpikin, äiti oli käynyt tätä samaa helsinkiläistä koulua jota minä nyt olin lopettelemassa, jopa isoäiti oli tässä samassa laitoksessa opetettu löyhyttelemään pitsinenäliinaa oikealla tavalla. Tällaisista vaikutteista oli peräisin minun keskeneräinen maailmankatsomukseni, en välittänyt mistään, paitsi tytöistä joita parhaan taitoni mukaan metsästin leveään sänkyyni. Kävin koulua koska minut oli sinne pikkupoikana passitettu, haavelin lääkärin urasta, en tiennyt miksi haaveilin mutta haaveilin kumminkin; koska minulle ei ollut kovinkaan vaikeaa menestyä koulussa sain pontta haaveilleni, ylpistyin, käytin "älykkyyttäni" hyväkseni tyttöihin vaikutusta tehdessäni, niin kuin Sannaan joka taisi pitää minua suurenakin nerona, ja minä syytin koulua enkä tiennyt oliko sekään oikein.”

“Paint,' I said, barely more than a breath. He cocked his head and I swallowed, squaring my shoulders. 'If- if it's not too much to ask, I'd like some paint. And some brushes.' Tamlin blinked. 'You like- art? You like to paint?' His stumbling words weren't unkind. It was enough for me to say, 'Yes, I'm not- not any good, but if it's not too much trouble... I'll paint outside, so I don't make a mess, but-' 'Outside, inside, on the roof- paint wherever you want. I don't care,' he said. 'But if you need paint and brushes, you'll also need paper and canvas.' 'I can work- help around the kitchen or in the garden- to pay for it.' 'You'd be more of a hindrance. It might take a few days to track them down, but the paint, the brushes, the canvas, and the space are yours. Work wherever you want. The house is too clean, anyway.' 'Thank you- I mean it, truly. Thank you.' 'Of course.”

“Paint pictures with sound. First, find your white-the deepest, roundest sound you can play on the guitar. Then, find your black-which is the most extreme tonal difference from white you can play. Now, just pick the note where you've got white, pick it where you've got black, and then find all those colors in between. Get those colors down, and you'll be able to express almost any emotion on the guitar.?”

“Paint that when we get home. Busybody. I peered over my shoulder to Rhys, who stepped up to our little circle in the grass. His face remained more haggard than usual, lines of strain bracketing his mouth. And I realised... I would not get that last night with him. Last night- that had been the final night. We'd spent it winnowing- Don't think like that. Don't go into this battle thinking you won't walk off again. His gaze was sharp. Unyielding. Breathing became difficult. This break is the last time we'll all be here- talking. For this final leg of the march we were about to embark on... It would take us right to the battlefield. Rhys lifted a brow. Would you like to go into that wagon for a few minutes, then? It's a little cramped between the weapons and supplies, but I can make it work.”