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“Wanna get some pulled pork over at Stucky’s?” I asked, climbing off the Harley. Lark blinked hard like she was about to say no, but wasn’t sure how. “Do you not like barbecue?” I asked. “I do, but it’s been really slow at the restaurant and I don’t really have money to spend and…” Lark was sweaty and a hint of her eyeliner had smudged on the right side. Yet, she never looked more beautiful than when I realized she wanted me. No, she fucking needed me.. “Let’s stop playing games,” I said, reaching to wipe the smudge from her face. “This is a date and I’m paying.” Before she might protest, I leaned down and kissed those lips I had craved since the reception. Lark lifted them to me, needing what I needed. The kiss was soft. Even wanting more, my lips left hers. They returned to suck softly at her bottom lip once more before relenting. When I stepped back, Lark shivered and gave me a little relieved smile. I knew how she felt. I’d been waiting to do that for weeks. “Let’s go,” I said, holding out my hand. Lark’s smile grew and I nearly kissed her again. She looked lovely like a child on Christmas and I was what Santa left. A guy could get used to that look.”

“Wanna lead the world? First learn about the world - get so lost in the struggles of each and every people of planet earth, that you forget where you came from altogether - get so lost in the struggles of the people of earth, that for the first time in life you start to breathe as a whole human being - get so lost, that for the first time you see the light of dawn not as a puny slave to puny borders, but as the civilized maker of a civilized world.”

“Wanna learn about modern United States - don't study me, study MLK. Wanna learn about modern Latin America - don't study me, study José Martí. Wanna learn about modern India - don't study me, study Narendranath Datta. But if you wanna learn about modern humankind, beyond borders and cultures - then you may grab my hand - not so I could give you knowledge or comfort, but so I could set you on fire.”

“Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those other guys keep sexing. / You and me, we be texting / 'bout unicorns and rainbows and our perfect love. / Girl, we fit together like a hand in a glove. / Now I don't mean that nasty, tell your mum don't get mad. / I even wrote 'You're awesome' on your maxi pads.”

“Wanna study a superpower, study America. Wanna study dysfunctional power, still study America. Wanna study spirituality, study India. Wanna study rotten spirituality, still study India. Wanna study pride and loyalty, study good old Britannia. Wanna study primeval pride and loyalty, still study Britannia. Wanna study statehood, study People's Republic of China. Wanna study the horrors of statehood, still study China.”

“Wanna study geopolitics? First, take off your westwashed glasses - second, take off your westwashed shoes - third, scrub off your westwashed skin. In a world where the west has caused more humanitarian crises than Naskar has written books, you shall understand nothing till you decolonize your mind, no matter which hemisphere you are born in.”

“Wanneer de Sirenenzang van vooruitgang, groei en consumptie ons niet meer kan verleiden, kunnen we misschien weer de zang van de aarde vernemen. Want morgen zal in ieder geval een nieuwe dageraad gloren, zal de wereld opnieuw worden geboren, zullen miljarden organismen verschijnen en andere verdwijnen, zullen bloemen zich openen voor zonlicht, vogels langs de hemel trekken en bomen doorgaan te wortelen. De stroom van het leven zal verder vlieten, tijdloos, duister en met onweerstaanbare kracht.”

“Wanneer ze de straat in loopt, bespeurt ze een verandering in zichzelf, een concentratie van aandacht richt zich, voordat ze bewust iets hoort, in haar op als een cobra voor een fluitspeler. Een snoer van klanken komt haar tegemoet, muziek die omhoog- en omlaagwelft alsof zij precies de beweging van een wandelaar in de heuvels van Boeda volgt. Wat is dat voor instrument, waar komt die warme bas vandaan in de diepere regionen, die alt in de hogere? Het lijkt op de gordonka van de zigeuners, de gardon van de boeren. Het is hetzelfde, het is niet hetzelfde. De muziek komt uit de tuin van het huis waar ze haar bestelling moet afleveren. In de schaduw van hoge bomen zit een elegant gezelschap in aandacht verzonken voor een musicus die voor haar een muzikant is, het subtiele verschil kent ze nog niet. Het wordt haar toegestaan vanaf een stenen trap naar de keuken mee te luisteren. Ze vraagt wat voor muziek het is die daar ten gehore wordt gebracht. De huishoudster is zo vriendelijk het voor haar te vragen. De tweede cellosuite van Bach. Ze prent het zich in, om het nooit meer te vergeten, de tweede cellosuite van Bach. De vermoeidheid van de wandeling valt van haar af, ze is opgewonden omdat er muziek bestaat die een illusie van oneindigheid oproept, een streling van de ziel die nooit meer ophoudt.”

“Wanneer ze urenlang met gesloten ogen op haar bed ligt, denkt ze aan de letters die door haar lichaam razen. Ze voelt dat haar tranen verloren lopen in haar lichaam. Ze voelt kogelronde bloeddruppels die in de kamers van haar hart hun plaats zoeken. Babs is de stille getuite van wat er binnen in haar gebeurt. De maag galmt naar de mond dat er dringend voedsel moet komen. Het hart klopt woedend en treurig aan bij de ribben om steun maar vindt geen gehoor. Babs wil wegkruipen in dat lichaam, afdalen als in een diep water, om helemaal los van tijd en ruimte in zichzelf te zitten ademen.”

“Wanning was aware of the throbbing deep in his own heart and loathed himself all the more for it. He clenched the soft pouch tightly in his hand and slowly closed his eyes. He couldn't accept these feelings, which he ad long held toward Mo Ran. His only wish was that he could dig out his own heart and tug out the despicable thoughts inside--tear, rend, and throw them away.”

“Want a ride?" ... One look at the car, & I decided that walking didn't sound so bad, after all. ... "Half the people around here shouldn't even be driving." She said this will no irony whatsoever, despite the fact that her car's black cloth top kept rising and lowering like some kind of strange bird trying to achieve flight. The driver, a young ginger haired guy, took a stab at making it stop, & turned the wipers on instead. "I'm good," I assured her. ... Ronnie panicked & veered sharply to the right, missing the race car but clipping a VW Bug that had stalled out in the middle of the air. It's hood was jacked up, and its owner's butt was hanging over the side. Or, at least, it was until the impact caused the Bug to go spinning in one direction & flung the owner in the other. ...."uh-oh" .... Ronnie glanced at me. "Get in if you're getting!" I'd have refused, considering his grasp on the fundamentals of the road -- or in this case, the air. But traffic was piling up around the accident, pushing more people out of the safe zone. And I was beginning to doubt that most of them even knew how to drive on land.”

“Want a sandwich?” Mac shook her head. “I’m going to have dinner with Gage when he gets home.” Who said anything about dinner? This was more like an appetizer. That was another perk that came with being a werewolf. She could eat whatever she wanted and not have to worry about extra calories ending up where they shouldn’t. Khaki set everything on the counter. “I asked Xander flat-out when I went over to his place last night. He insisted he liked me just fine, but I knew he was lying. I could tell he was really uncomfortable around me. He was tense and on edge the whole time. Which is nothing new. He’s like that all the time around me. I think he finds me irritating and a nuisance.” Mac gave her a dubious look. “If you say so. But either way, you’d better be careful. If being with Gage has taught me anything, it’s that werewolves are extremely affected by certain pheromones. If you go walking around lusting over Xander, he’s going to pick up on it— and so is every other guy on the team. Then things will get really complicated. I learned that the hard way. Those guys can pick up on arousal like it’s barbecue and they aren’t shy about letting you know it.” Khaki groaned as she grabbed a plate from the cabinet. “Oh, God. I never thought about that.” “Yeah. And it gets worse.” Mac shook her head. “If I’m even slightly aroused and Gage picks up on it, he gets crazy horny— like he-can’t-control-it horny. What do you think is going to happen to if all the guys on the team pick up on the fact that the one and only female werewolf on the team is aroused? You’ll find yourself getting chased by fifteen out-of-control, horny werewolves going crazy with lust. And while there are some women who might find that entertaining, something tells me you wouldn’t.” Khaki set the plate on the counter with a thud. “Oh, crap. What the hell am I going to do?” Mac offered her a small smile. “Take a lot of baths?”

“Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I . . . well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. [...] You're absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?”

“Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.”