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“Rex, in his early forties, had grown heavy and ruddy; he had lost his Canadian accent and acquired instead the hoarse, loud tone that was common to all his friends, as though their voices were perpetually strained to make themselves heard above a crowd, as though, with youth forsaking them, there was no time to wait the opportunity to speak, no time to listen, no time to reply; time for a laugh — a throaty mirthless laugh, the base currency of goodwill.”

“Rex Tillerson is 's in the business of exploring and finding oil across the globe. You have to go where the oil is at, and the fact that he actually has a relationship with people like Vladimir Putin and others across the globe is something that shouldn't be - we shouldn't be embarrassed by it, it's something that I think could be a huge advantage to the United States.”

“Rey (a young orphan plucked from her home planet of Jakku and drawn into the Rebel fight) was dismissed as a 'Mary Sue', a term used in pop culture to denote a female character who is too good at too many things and therefore functions as a kind of wish fulfillment for the girl or woman writing her. This sledge was aimed at her because Rey shows an early affinity with the Force and proves to be skilled with a lightsaber, and good lord we have never ever seen that before, no sir. #fakenews”

“Rey had Begged The Vision to Reveal her parents, and 2 dark shadows had approached the mirror and merged into one figure, which matched it's hand to hers. but when the frost over the glass cleared. She saw only... herself. "i thought i'd find answers here" She said, forlorn I Was Wrong" 'I'd never felt so alone". 'you're not alone" Kylo whispered. "neither are you" She told Him, 'it isn't too late". She held out a hand and he removed his glove and reached for her. their fingers's touched and a Tear Slipped down Rey's cheek. just then, Luke burst through the door of her hut, Saw the Force Vision of Kylo and Yelled 'Stop"!!!”

“Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?” He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.” “To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?” “No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat.”

“Reyna said, swinging her sword again. “Something they’ll hate worse than Apollo.” Her eyes lit up. “Apollo, sing for them!” She might as well have kicked me in the face again. “My voice isn’t that bad!” “But you’re the—You used to be the god of music, right? If you can charm a crowd, you should be able to repulse one. Pick a song these birds will hate!” Great. Not only had Reyna laughed in my face and busted my nose, now I was her go-to guy for repulsiveness.”

“Reza found the term “Persia” embarrassing, seeing as it smacked of water pipes and flying carpets and had it replaced with “Iran,” which refers to the country’s Aryan heritage. The Aryans were little more than a despairing mob of hungry Siberians who settled in what is now Iran a very long time ago.” – Tirdad Zolghadr, A Little Less Conversation”

“Rezar, só rezo quando durmo. Os sonhos são as minhas únicas orações. Deus que não leve a mal. É que apenas me sobra uma pequena e temporária alma. Apenas à noite esse espírito se acende, em delicado sussurro para que nnguém mais escute.Peço desculpa por esta despromoção para bicho. Ter alma, contudo, é um peso que só morto sou capaz de suportar. Foi por isso que amei tanto, em tantos enganados amores.”

“Rezonga que no has rezongado, perverso estropicio achacoso. Cuánto tiempo en ti he gastado, ¡oh, soliloquio tedioso! Ronquido de mi quimera, rey de linaje mohoso. Entre bostezos te halagas, ¡bufón de atavío pomposo! Fuiste antaño tan amable, tan zalamero y meloso, que así lograste engañarme, ¡gusarapo pegajoso! Yo hubiera bien apostado, sopa de trapo verdoso, que eras un troll reencarnado… ¡gorro de duende leproso! ¡Que no, que no te quiero! ¿Por qué el mohín vanidoso? ¿O juzgas digno de amores un catarro contagioso? ¡Truenos, rayos y centellas! ¡Otro grito aspaventoso! Pareces una doncella sin trovador ojeroso. Cierto es que no te olvido, nigromante verrugoso. De mis recuerdos surtidos tuyos son los más penosos. Si a donde vienes, siempre torpe y sospechosos, ¿Cómo borrar tus desfiles afectados y engorrosos? Si mi verso te acongoja por sacrilegio pringoso, si con el dedo te apuntan en un lugar tumultuoso… Enhorabuena, querido, ¡mira tu halo brilloso! Era justo y merecido: has logrado ser famoso.”

“Reírse de ellos, ridiculizarlos, hacerlos sentir desamparados; sólo así podría cambiar algo. Una labor de Sísifo, sí, pero vale la pena emprenderla y, además, reduce la monotonía de la vida. Si resulta imposible humanizar esos rostros de hormigón armado que los políticos aspiran a adquirir desde su primer pinche puestecito, al menos se podría logra hacer visibles algunas craqueladuras. Los jóvenes están hasta la madre de tanta tontería, ya ni siquiera se asoman al Museo de Antropología para no ver reproducidos en la Coatlicue los hieráticos gestos de sus dirigentes. Es necesario que todo el mundo aprenda a reírse de esos monigotes ridículos y siniestros que dirigen a la nación como si por su boca se expresara la historia, no la viva, eso nunca, sino la que ellos han embalsamado. Cualquier novedad los amedrenta.”

“Reči su mesto ustupile uskomešanim snoviđenjima kakva uvek imam pred pad u san. Nikakav smisao nisam u njima nalazio, tumačio sam ih kao trabunjanje iscrpljenog mozga koji se sprema za tajm-aut – i u njima uživao kao u slikama Vasilija Kandinskog, pogađajući šta bi sve to moglo da bude, bez imalo nade za konačnim odgovorom, pokušavajući da pogodim koji će biti sledeći ukus koji će mi se javiti pošto me prepadne neka od njegovih pastelnih boja. Međutim, snoviđenja koja sam tada imao i kojih sada mogu da se setim razlikovala su se od svih pređašnjih. Lica i predmeti urušavali su se jedni u druge. Gledao sam kako ih je jednostavno udvojiti i iznova uceliniti, sve to u nanosekundama, s tim što su sada bili sastavljeni od nečeg sasvim drugog. Ne od skupa čestica s kojim su krenuli, već od nečeg crnog, od nečeg što je postajalo gušće i mlečnije i čiji je odsjaj svetleo kao fluorescentna farba. Večan tok vrištećih prikaza i prizora koji je postajao sve složeniji i savršeniji, a u njemu, u pustolini od vulkanskog kamena, oblik kojem je sopstveni oblik večita nepoznata, pa počinje da poprima one na koje naiđe. Nudi im nešto zauzvrat – prizore predela kakve bi možda Ligotijev majstor Rinjolo mogao naslikati, znanjâ za kakvim žude Lavkraftovi pripovedači, znanja nedostupna i neproveriva, te iskustva kakva bi nas, kao čitaoce Ejkmanovih čudnih priča, navela na prost, mada ne i nedostatan zaključak da je svet čudniji nego što se čini. Sve se to nudi stenama, nudi se stenicama, ledu i vatri, nudi se tamnoj materiji i zvezdama na izdisaju, koje samo što nisu implodirale i svoju svetlost ustupile crnoj rupi koji svetlost proždire. Nudi se svet, ali se zauzvrat uzima sve.”

“Rhacelus rebuked himself. These thoughts would not do. Antros was of the librarius. Mephiston judged him worthy, so should he. He was getting intolerant in his old age. Antros was the same as any psyker. They were all strange, it was in their nature. He forgot, sometimes, that he was no different to his brothers. 'My eyes glow all the damned time, and I am charmlessly misanthropic,' he scolded himself.”

“Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within My Vischous attitude will shine through .........I'll let my Tehrror free on you -my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online”