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“Was [Sisyphus] from your province? 'I don't know. I don't know if he's real,' Ky says. 'If he ever existed.' 'Then why tell his story?' I don't understand, and for a second I feel betrayed. Why did Ky tell me about this person and make me feel empathy for him when there's no proof that he ever lived at all? Ky pauses for a moment before he answers, ...'Even if he didn't live his story, enough of us have lived lives just like it. So it's true anyway.”

“Was sollen wir anfangen? Wenn wir einen Mann liebhaben, liefern wir uns ihm aus. Wir trennen uns von allem, was vorher war, und kommen zu ihm. "Da bin ich", sagen wir freundlich lächelnd. "Ja", sagt er, "da bist du", und kratzt sich hinterm Ohr. Allmächtiger, denkt er, nun habe ich sie auf dem Hals. Leichten Herzens schenken wir ihm, was wir haben. Und er flucht. Die Geschenke sind ihm lästig. Erst flucht er leise, später flucht er laut. Und wir sind allein wie nie zuvor.”

“Was Superstorm Sandy caused by greenhouse warming of the planet? In a word, no. Individual storms arise from specific conditions in the atmosphere. Since records have been kept, hurricanes have varied in number and intensity each season with cycles going up and coming down. The temptation to attribute any specific weather event to global warming distracts us from considering and adopting adaptive strategies, such as improving and expanding irrigation for agriculture and the water supply for cities, that will serve us well when climate changes inevitably arrives on our doorstep.”

“Was that a tattoo I saw on your back?” He asked. “None of your business.” “I just didn’t peg you for the tramp stamp type.” “It’s not a tramp stamp. It’s my F-holes,” I corrected. His eyes had widened before he let out a long, deep laugh. “Jesus, Henley.” “For a violin, you A-hole.” I turned around, raising my shirt high enough on my lower back to reveal two curved lines on either side of my spine. I jumped when the pad of his finger ran over the design leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Wow,” he mumbled, and I turned back around to face him, letting the hem of my shirt fall from my hands. “What? You think it’s stupid.” “No… no. I think that’s the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen. How often does someone get to finger your strings?”

“Was that all it took?" "What?" she asked, completely bewildered. "To shut you up," he clarified with a definite grin this time. "All it took was agreeing with you." She glared at him. "If you'd ever tried agreeing with me before, you'd have known that," she snapped. "I had to wait until you were right about something," he replied, then hurried to open the door before she could smack him, which she dearly wanted to do.”

“Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There's a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever's waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.”

“Was that not the way it ought to be? The beauty of Bruges lay in being dead. From the top of the belfry it appeared completely dead to Borluut. He did not want to go back down ever again. His love for the town was greater, was endless. From now on it was a kind of frenzy, his final sensual pleasure. Constantly climbing high above the world, he started to enjoy death. There is danger in rising too high, into the unbreathable air of the summits. Disdain for the world, for life itself brings its own punishment.”

“Was that supposed to be funny? “Why is she saying stuff like that to you?” I bit out. Caro rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be such a prude, Sebastian! It’s just a joke. She’s always nagging me to find a man.” “What about me?” I growled, my tone angrier than I’d intended. Caro huffed quietly. “I haven’t told anyone about you. I like having you to myself. But I will, if you want me to.” Was she ashamed of me? Was this just a summer fling to her after all? The old fears rushed back—I was a secret, her dirty little secret. Again.”

“Was that too much too fast, he asks. I thought you wanted me to, I thought that's why you came-- why did you come? The fountain is in full flair, sending water down the terraces to froth in the lily pad pond below. From this point we can see all the way to the White House and all the buildings between, locked in place, unmoved. I came because you have showed me something inside me that I can't control, because now the world before with its rules and requirements is not enough, I want to say, but I cannot speak.”

“Was the god of marriage and birth offering her an olive branch? Meg took a deep breath and tried to keep her words in check for a change while she deferred to Hera. "What do you suggest?" Hera continued to look at her. "That depends. Are you in love with my son?" "Love?" Meg took a step back. She immediately thought back to something she'd said to Hercules as she lay dying back in Thebes. People always do crazy things when they're in love. Was that what this was? Love? Was she in love with a god? No. Yes. Possibly.”