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“Though I'm not sure, I thought I saw women dressed in black, with her head and face covered by a black veil, duck behind a tree as we approached the road and parked car. Hiding so we wouldn't see her. But I caught a glimpse, enough to reveal the rope of lustrous pearls she wore. Pearls that were there for a thin white hand to lift and nervously, out of long habit, twist and untwist into a knot. Only one women I knew did that--and she was the perfect one to wear black, and should run to hide! Forever hide! Color all her days black! Every last one!”

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Author:V.C. Andrews
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“I was so done with looking at life through the eyes of beer-drinking cheese-heads. I wanted to go on that mission trip and look through the eyes of someone from a different culture and see what they saw. I wanted to meet people who didn’t crush the can of what they just drank on their forehead.-Rebecca Meyer, Crooked Lines”

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Author:Holly Michael
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“This right here is the holiest of holies, my mother's garden. This is where she grew mint for tea and lavender for sachets and belladonna for--- honestly, I always wondered, but maybe she knew this day was coming? My mother did have a kind of sixth sense for things... Maybe she knew that someday her soul mate would fall prey to a woman who would move in, insult his family, and pour concrete over her garden..." I could see that the comments were coming in hot now, and I kept going. "Some of you say I don't have sympathy for widows going out on the dating scene, but you know what? I do. In fact, are there any of you Callie Knox fans out there who are looking for a great guy? My mother was magic, and I know some of you are magic, too. Maybe you have the kind of magic that can save me and my family from this massive b----" And then I did it. I gave my dad's name, address, and phone number to an Instagram Live audience that was now apparently upward of ten thousand people.”

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Book:The Violet Hour
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“That was when I saw their hate come out. They fought on the front lawn. Balloons and my birthday cake stood witness as I watched every regretful blow from my mother. I knew my sister was at war with my mother, but I never knew what her cruelty was capable of. My mother’s military was larger than Jayme’s. My mother already had my father, and she had her five children, including me.”

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Book:This Shadow Follows Me
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“No amount of me trying to explain myself was doing any good. I didn't even know what was going on inside of me, so how could I have explained it to them?”

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Book:Debbie.
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“- Lei non è di quella zona? - gli chiese il fotografo che viaggiava con lui. - Sì, - rispose. Tuttavia non telefonò ai suoi. Junpei prese l'aereo e ritornò a Tokyo e alla sua solita routine. Non accendeva la televisione e non apriva i giornali. Quando si parlava di terremoto, taceva. Era un'eco da un passato morto e lontano. Dopo la laurea non aveva mai più messo piede in quella città. Ma ciononostante le immagini di quel paesaggio in rovina avevano riaperto in lui ferite nascoste. Sembrava che quel disastro immane, fatale, stesse modificando impercettibilmente ma inesorabilmente diversi aspetti della sua vita. Provava un profondo senso di solitudine, mai avvertito prima. Non ho nessuna radice, pensava, non sono legato a nulla.”

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Book:After the Quake
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“You know, just because the rest of us aren't as perfect as you are doesn't mean we're completely useless. Which reminds me--- what the hell did Brigid do that made you cut her off from the rest of her family?" Phoebe hesitated. "Tell me!" Sibyl demanded. "She said Calum didn't kill our mother." Sibyl threw her hands up. "So Brigid was right and you've been punishing her all this time for nothing?" "He was the reason my mother died!" "No." Sybil was adamant. "Flora showed us. She made a choice. It was her decision. Brigid was right all along." "Technically," Phoebe muttered. "What the fuck, Mom! Are you completely incapable of admitting you're wrong?”

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Book:The Women of Wild Hill
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“The Truth about America’s Silicon Valley- Angels in the Silicon Riveting and insightful regarding progressivism and the social upheavals living in the Silicon Valley.- John Yoo, UC Berkeley Constitutional Lawyer, novelist, and public servant”

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Book:Angels in the Silicon: How Silicon Valley Changed Forever America’S Sociopolitical and Global Technology Paradigms
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“Joes Stuhl knarzte, als er ebenfalls aufstand. Sie hörte das leise Klingeln der Sporenrädchen, während er ihr zur Kommode folgte. Im nächsten Moment waberte Tabakqualm in weißen nebligen Schwaden um sie herum, als ein Schwall Rauch sie traf. Joe trat so dicht neben sie, dass ihre Arme sich fast berührten. Ein Schauer rieselte ihr unvermittelt den Rücken hinunter. Sie fühlte seinen Blick auf sich, während sie sich aus der Karaffe von dem Whiskey eingoss.”

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Book:Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts
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“Unlike at the top of the rubber tree, here on the ground things were less comfortable, infested with anthills, pests and tree parasites. Anthills appeared overnight, sculpting dark mounds on the wooden fence and the tree trunks. The task of destroying the anthills would always be left to me. It was quite a spectacle seeing these organised families going up in flames. What a pleasure I got from witnessing a whole hierarchy of insects turn to ash.”

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Book:Two Brothers
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“Joe bedachte sie mit einem letzten finsteren Blick und wandte sich ab, dabei seine sporenbewehrten Fersen in die Seiten seines Pferds pressend, um es wieder anzutreiben. Doch im nächsten Augenblick riss er in erschrockener Hast die Zügel zurück und hob die Hand zum Zeichen, dass Katherine ebenfalls anhalten sollte. Sein Gesicht verriet Alarmbereitschaft. Irritiert folgte sie seinem Blick. Auf einer nahen Anhöhe sah sie sieben indianische Krieger zu Pferd, die sie aufmerksam beobachteten. Ein entsetztes Keuchen entfloh ihrer Kehle. Eilig zügelte sie den Rotfuchs und spürte, wie Panik sie ergriff. Woher waren sie so überraschend gekommen? Noch vor einer Minute waren sie nicht da gewesen! Mit unerschütterlicher Gelassenheit verharrten die Krieger nebeneinander auf dem Kamm des Hügels, hoheitsvoll, einschüchternd und furchterregend, während der unablässige Wind in ihrem langen Haar und den vielen Federn wühlte. Nicht einmal ihre Ponys schienen sich zu rühren. »Arapaho«, raunte Joe ihr zu, ohne den Blick von den Indianern zu wenden.”

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Book:Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts
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“Der vernichtende Blick, den er ihr als Antwort zuwarf, besagte nur zu deutlich, dass er alles andere als einverstanden war. »Einen Scheiß werd’ ich«, grollte er unwirsch. In Anbetracht seines hitzigen Temperaments hatte Katherine nichts anderes erwartet. Dennoch verspürte sie Enttäuschung. Nun gut, wenn er es so haben wollte. Sie räusperte sich erneut, lauter diesmal, und sah ihn streng an. »Dann, Mr Buchanan, lassen Sie mir keine andere Wahl, als Sie zu entlassen.« Er beugte sich weiter vor. Seine Augen wurden zu Schlitzen. »Nein, Sie verschwinden von hier, gottverdammt! Nehmen Sie Ihre verfluchte Ostküsten-Arroganz und Ihr affektiertes Getue und kehren Sie dorthin zurück, woher Sie gekommen sind! Hier ist, verdammt nochmal, kein Platz für eine wie Sie!« Seine unverblümten Worte ließen Katherine den Atem stocken. »Sie vergessen sich, Mr Buchanan«, wies sie ihn zurecht. »Und Sie vergessen, wem diese Ranch gehört. Ich werde Ihr respektloses Gebaren mir gegenüber nicht länger hinnehmen. Darum werden Sie heute noch Ihre Sachen packen und die Ranch verlassen!« Er biss die Zähne so fest aufeinander, dass seine Kiefermuskeln deutlich unter der Haut hervortraten. Einen Augenblick lang starrte er sie voller Wut an, dann stieß er sich unvermittelt von der Tischoberfläche ab und kam um den Tisch herum. Seine Sporenrädchen klirrten alarmierend. Er wirkte wie ein Panther, der zum todbringenden Sprung ansetzt.”

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Book:Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts
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“Don't look at me! I'm the victim here," Joyce said with a pout. "Um, I don't know if I'd call you the 'victim,' Joyce, you've been scratching at them like a cat." "Only because they have done everything in their power to make it uncomfortable for me!" Joyce said. "What are you talking about?" Jess said. "You know what I'm talking about," Joyce said, leveling her gaze at me. She grabbed a piece of garlic bread, tore it into smaller pieces. "My husband's dead, too! You don't hear me ranting and carrying on about him." "Are you kidding me?" Mike stood up. My dad was shaking his head in disbelief over what she had just said. Jess had a tear rolling down her cheek. She never cried. This was insane. "Joyce, the kids can talk about their mother as much as they want." She did a little fake laugh. "But when is it enough, you know? When---" "And so can I. It's never enough. This is their family home, and Callie was their mother." I looked over at Joyce, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates.”

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Book:The Violet Hour
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“You, Brigid, and Phoebe must begin the revolution." "Brigid?" The name didn't ring any bells. In a flash the serene flower child was gone. In her place was a pissed-off mom. "Oh, for fuck's sake," Flora said. "Your mother didn't tell you about Brigid?" "I guess not," Sybil replied. "Who is she?" Flora shook her head in disbelief. "Your aunt. She uses her father's last name, Laguerre, as a stage name." "Brigid Laguerre?" The shock sent Sybil's mind reeling. "Holy shit. That's why I was never allowed to see her movies? The Queen of the Dark is my aunt?" "Yes, and she'll be here on Wild Hill soon. Your mother will be coming as well." "Good," Sibyl said darkly. "I can't wait." "I'm expecting you to keep the peace when they get here." Sibyl refused with a shake of her head. "Me? Oh, hell no. I have a bone to pick with Mommy Dearest.”

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Book:The Women of Wild Hill
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“You know a lot more about the Duncans than I ever did." "Ironic, isn't it?" Sibyl asked gleefully. "Given that you told me fuck all." Phoebe groaned. "Are you really going to start again?" Sibyl spun around. "Oh, I'm sorry. You thought I was done? Not even close. I grew up in the middle of Texas. I was the only kid with hair like this for hundreds of miles. Maybe you wanted me to be normal, but everyone else thought I was a fucking freak. The least you could have done was let me know I came from a long line of freaks who might have to save the world." "I said I was sorry," Phoebe said. "My childhood was no walk in the park either, for your information." "Oh my god! This isn't about you, you raging narcissist! I can't believe Brigid lived with you for sixteen years and didn't murder you!”

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Book:The Women of Wild Hill
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“My Parents couldn't get me to stop drinking. The Police couldn't get me to stop drinking. The Courts couldn't get me to stop drinking. The threat of losing my job couldn't get me to stop drinking. My Wife couldn't get me to stop drinking. But when my eldest daughter was 5 years old and said, "Daddy, we don't like you when you drink!" That is when I stopped!”

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Author:James Hauenstein
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“I'm not sure we'll have much to your liking, other than the roasted vegetables. We Southerners are all about refined sugar and flours." "You don't eat sugar or flour?" Sam's eyebrows reached his hairline. "God, what else is there? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a carnivore through and through, but I couldn't live without breads and desserts." "Sam!" Poppy gave him a disapproving look. Maybe she could polish my brother, although I doubted it. Javier ladled several scoops of chicken and dumplings onto his plate. "I try to eat clean. But it's not as if I don't ever splurge. I love a grain-free veggie pizza with no cheese." The table gasped. "Veggie pizza with no cheese!" Meemaw looked appalled. "That's not pizza! What's the point without the cheese?" Javy passed the tureen to Betsy, who scowled at her grandmother. "It's still pizza, Meemaw. I might try that sometime." Alex choked on a sip of tea. I elbowed him as Betsy leaned around Javy to glare at her cousin. "I agree that on occasion, you gotta splurge." Alex laughed under his breath. "Cheese is your favorite food group, Bets." The idea of Betsy eating clean really seemed to tickle his funny bone. He was lucky she wasn't sitting closer to him. He'd pay later. Her knuckles were white as she gripped her knife. "And yours is beer foam." The table went silent.”

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Book:Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse
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“Der aufgeregte Ausruf lenkte die Aufmerksamkeit aller jäh auf Elam, Mrs Langstons Sohn, der auf einen dunklen Punkt in der Nähe eines entfernten Hügelkamms deutete. Ein Reiter war dort von den Rauchwolken ausgespuckt worden und jagte, den Oberkörper tief über den Hals seines grauen Pferdes gebeugt, in halsbrecherischem Tempo auf die Ranch zu. Katherine verspürte ein mulmiges Flattern in der Magengegend. Angst erfasste sie. Brachte er schlechte Neuigkeiten? Waren ihre Männer und die Rinderherde etwa dem Feuer zum Opfer gefallen? »Das is’ Danny!« Grouch hatte die Augen mit der Hand beschattet, um den Reiter besser erkennen zu können. Katherines Herz setzte einen Schlag aus. Ohne nachzudenken, sprang sie von der Veranda und lief ihrem Stiefbruder mit gerafften Röcken entgegen. Ihre Beine schienen sich wie von selbst zu bewegen. Das trockene Gras knisterte unter ihren Stiefeln, während sie an Beifußsträuchern und Feigenkakteen vorbeirannte; mit jedem Tritt wirbelten ihre Absätze kleine Staubfontänen auf. Schweiß rann ihr den Rücken hinunter, ihre Rippen schmerzten unter dem geschnürten Korsett. Die Hitze ließ die Luft flirren. Sie hörte, wie Willie, der sich offensichtlich an ihre Fersen geheftet hatte, Dannys Namen rief, doch sie hielt ihn nicht davon ab, ihr zu folgen. Einige Minuten vergingen, während sie keuchend über die Grasebene hetzte, dann hatte Danny sie erreicht und brachte sein Pferd schlitternd vor ihr zum Stehen. Mit einer hastigen Bewegung riss er sich das Halstuch vom Gesicht, das von Schweiß und Ruß dunkel verschmiert war. »Habt ihr den Verstand verloren?«, fuhr er sie an, während er seinen nervösen, schweißbedeckten Wallach zu zügeln versuchte. »Habt ihr den ganzen Rauch nicht gesehen? Ihr müsst so schnell wie möglich fort von hier, verdammt!« Katherine rang mühsam nach Atem, nicht in der Lage, ihm zu antworten. Wegen der drückenden Hitze und des engen Korsetts war ihr ganz schwindelig. Hektisch sprang Danny aus dem Sattel und streckte Willie die Zügel hin. »Los, rauf mit dir und sag den anderen, sie sollen sich beeilen!«, befahl er dem Jungen. Ohne Umschweife hob er Willie in den Sattel und gab dem Wallach einen kräftigen Klaps auf die Hinterhand. Augenblicklich preschte der Schimmel los. »W–Was ist mit den Männern und der Herde?«, brachte Katherine keuchend hervor. Ihr Puls raste so sehr in ihrer Brust, dass es wehtat. »Sorg dich lieber um dich selbst, Mädel!« Danny packte sie am Arm und zog sie grob mit sich, als er sich in Richtung Ranch in Bewegung setzte. »Du musst mit den anderen schnellstmöglich zum Fort. Starke Windböen heizen das Feuer an, so dass es sich rasch ausbreitet. Ich weiß nicht, ob die Brandschneise es aufhalten wird.«”

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Book:Die Avantgardistin: Westwärts
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“In WASP families, if you don't get along with someone, you have as little to do with them as possible. In Jewish families, you move next door, to make them as miserable as possible.”

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Book:Queen of the Road: The True Tale of 47 States, 22,000 Miles, 200 Shoes, 2 Cats, 1 Poodle, a Husband, and a Bus with a Will of Its Own
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“I met Ana doing free weights,” Roger said. “This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she got such a tight ass —” “And then she decked you.” “Nah, she loved it! She’s real proud of that butt — she should be. She took me to one of her classes, and I got hooked. She’s a Zumba instructor.” Grant absorbed that information for a moment. “You do...Zumba?” “It’s great! Much more fun than PT. You just get going...” He did a little two-step maneuver on the city street, dancing to an unknown Latin beat. “Cha cha cha. Heeuh? Ana does this a little better than me...” Grant tried to hold it in. He really did. But his body quivered, his shoulders shook, and soon a whooping laugh erupted — which lasted quite a few seconds. Roger abruptly stopped his dance. “You judge, Madsen. Not cool.”

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Book:On Best Behavior
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“It is not a single crime when a child is photographed while sexually assaulted (raped.) It is a life time crime that should have life time punishments attached to it. If the surviving child is, more often than not, going to suffer for life for the crime(s) committed against them, shouldn't the pedophiles suffer just as long? If it often takes decades for survivors to come to terms with exactly how much damage was caused to them, why are there time limits for prosecution?”

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Book:Debbie.
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“The story of my birth that my mother told me went like this: "When you were coming out I wasn't ready yet and neither was the nurse. The nurse tried to push you back in, but I shit on the table and when you came out, you landed in my shit." If there ever was a way to sum things up, the story of my birth was it.”

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Book:Debbie.
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“John was still making comments regarding violent things that he shouldn't, but I hoped he was just being a big mouth. Nobody was going to listen to me anyway.”

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Book:Debbie.
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“I wouldn't say I'm fixated on describing any kind of relationship whether it is a father and a son, or a family. I don't like it when people say that I'm particularly following the same line or that I'm only interested in family dramas. I'm interested in human relationships. The most intimate, the most delicate, and the most intriguing relationships are those within a family.”

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Author:Andrey Zvyagintsev
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