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“Frank knew the correct term was sword rapier and that it was a reproduction of the kind of weapon used by armies in seventeenth-century Europe. Made of high carbon steel, the blade was as long as a yardstick and gained another six or seven inches in its scabbard. The cup hilt indicated its Spanish roots. Less than three pounds in all, he had to admit it was easy to carry, fitting close to his body. Then why the aversion, the dread? Was it some pacifist leanings? Or the distaste for a weapon that might end a life?”

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Book:Shared Sorrows
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“One city and four afterthoughts. Yet, if the residents of Manhattan got down from their self-reverential pedestals, they’d soon realize that Manhattan was the most provincial of towns, albeit wealthier. A more than superficial look would reveal a mini Fort Wayne every three blocks. Duplicates of supermarket, pharmacy, candy store, florist, so that the vertical dwellers need journey no more than three blocks in either direction from their front door. Crossing to a fourth block would only bring repetition of services, with no advantage and a longer walk home.”

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Book:Shared Sorrows
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“You know what they say about air and water when it comes to fire, don’t you?” she asks. Now, I’m curious. She hasn’t spoken for the last ten minutes of the drive. “What?” “Too much air blows out the fire. Too much water destroys it.” I nod trying to determine what she’s really comparing us to. “The idea would be to keep the flame going, right. For years?” She nods. “Like a relationship. Like a marriage.” She cringes at the word marriage. Noted. “So you need the air—to stay constant—to fan the flames of the fire, and you know, grasshopper,” I smile at her and catch sight of the corners of her mouth turning slightly upward in response to the endearment, “a hot enough fire will burn water, so you have to be careful with the water too.” “That I do know,” she says softly. “So that’s the truth about air and water.” She sighs deep. “Which is?” “It’s hard to maintain the balance to keep the fire going. You have to fan the flames without putting it out with too much water. But too little water will burn the fire right up. Too much fire. Too much destruction. We’re out of control.” “You’re talking in circles,” I say. “No. That’s us,” she says with certainty.”

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Book:The Truth About Air & Water
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“I’m pretty sure she’s got an angel job now where she plucks a large handful of flowers and carries them up to God where they will bloom even brighter than on earth.” Can we ask God to bring her back home?” You know what, she’s already home.” Starla patted her chest. “She’ll always be right here in our hearts.” But I can’t give her a hug.” Yes, you can . . . if you hug yourself or me or Willa or Daddy or Big Pop or GoGo you’re hugging her because she’s a part of us.”

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Book:A Kind of Hush
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“She gave him a brief, mysterious smile. “You were watching me. I felt you before I saw you.” So? This is a crime? he thought, determined not to retreat. Did you study cultural physiology? The eyes of Italian males are hardwired from birth to examine, observe, even caress, if you will, the female form. Any form. Some we glance at. Some we don’t really see, like our mothers and sisters. Some we ignore, and some we store as reference for the future. Got it?”

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Book:Shared Sorrows
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“His world closes in. The sky is endless no longer but pieced into squares of brick and bright cloths hanging down to dry. Underfoot, no longer stone but rubble, earth, the peelings and rotted scraps of the inedible. He smells the smoke of cooking fires, he hears men arguing and babies screaming like seagulls, he sees young women looking shyly down from high windows, exchanging glances. Now, he is no longer the watcher. Watched. Shouts echo in the dark between twisted walls and back alleys. A twisted smile in a doorway. A stranger’s voice. A stranger’s language.”

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Book:Karna's Wheel
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“Lathis rattle against steel railings. Drenched half-naked men, some with torn shirts, jump up and down waving their fists. Some chant ‘Bande Mataram,’ others ‘Mazdur ki jai,’ whatever is their preference, the motherland or the brotherhood of workers. The hammer and sickle, red but limp, flaps like a half-dead fish against the trunk of a banyan tree. The sky cries monsoon tears; it has been crying all night.”

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Book:Karna's Wheel
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“Once Jonas and Sara had gone to bed, Hannah and I found ourselves leaning in closer with every conversation. She was wonderful, and this became clearer with each passing minute. Around two in the morning, I put my arm around her. It just felt like the right thing to do. Not long after, our lips met for the first time. We were now sailing on open waters, surrounded by nothing but sea. Far in the distance, a great thunderstorm was lighting up the night sky. Our feet dangled off the edge of the steering room balcony as we rode toward the stormy horizon. At that moment, it was just us. With the rest of the world fast asleep, we stood on top of the world, at the edge of everything. It was in this fleeting moment that two lost souls found one another.”

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Book:Mad Monkeys: A darkly funny backpacking novel
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“Kafamda bu dusunceler gecip duruyordur, kalbim parcalanmisti, perisandi, cevremdeki insanlarla sevinmek istiyor, ama bunu yapamiyordum. Kendimi bir hain gibi hissediyordum, o buyuk hatayi ben yapmisim gibi, buna bizzat kendi, varligim ve kisiligimle ben neden olmusum gibi. Annem insanin kendi kendine acimasina neden olan o sucluluk duygusunu ogretmisti bana, hayatimin buyuk bir bolumunde bu duyguyu hep yasadim. Cocukca ve yanlis oldugunu bildigim icin bu duyguyla savastimsa da, o gerginlik ve baski altinda cocuklasmak, yanlis yapmak, tekrar bu duyguya yenik dusmek cok kolaydi.”

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Book:Lavinia
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“Sneering has gotten a bad rap, he thought, walking rapidly up the hill from his car. All that unleashed adrenaline got his legs pumping. Why is it that only villains are allowed to sneer? Surely such a display of disapproval could be used to better all humankind. If there was more sneering in the world, people might think before they acted.”

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Book:Shared Sorrows
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“Maybe everyone was being watched, and if they were, then an individual should be bold enough to live out the drama of their lives: to strut across the stage like the consummate player whose lines and actions are the upshot of an audience. Let them see what they would. She texted back: Just tell me where and when . . .”

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Book:Until Morning Comes
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“Jeffrey’s arrest a few years back—the dropped charges, the smuttiness of the coverage—ruined the whole enterprise, canceled the club. But he’d gotten off lightly, so they had moved on with life. She’d remained in southern Florida and made out on elderly targets for fun and some liquid cash. Newly minted retirees with more than a little savings love to feel as though they’ve met the right people, the kind of people who will help to establish them as the big shots they’d thought they had been in their heyday. It was an easy con: a simple promise of a private investment and suddenly there was a check.”

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Book:Until Morning Comes
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“عاد إلى منزله مشيا .. وحيدا في الشارع يستمع لصدى خطواته . في إعياء تام . كان النور المنبعث من أحد أعمدة المصابيح يسقط على جسده باهتا . كان شكله وسط الظلام يوحي بالغموض و الغرابة. كان موزع النفس كاسف البال وقد ارتخت كتفاه إلى الأمام . انهار كل ما كان يؤمن به”

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Book:خارج السيطرة
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“Waves gently caress the sand as they glide along the shore. Sunlight fills the sky; rocks float along the water and make waves that glisten as they ripple. I’m supposed to be happy but I’m not, it’s raining, and only I can see it.... It’s raining, and only I can see it” Excerpt From: Daniel Sean Campbell. “Josh Harper and The Enemy of Destiny.”

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Book:Josh Harper and the Enemy of Destiny
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“I find it an interesting concept, that of The House. I dreaded it terribly for years but my own shoulders have long been crushed under it. Yet, still I rose and fear it no more. The House is not just our ancestral home of Somerset Hall. That may be its physical aspect, but the concept spans so much wider than the estate itself. The House is a whole dynamic yet, timeless concept, that passes from generation to generation, probably until the end of the World. And even so, I am not so certain about that.”

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Book:Eleanora's Sundown: Eleanora's Sundown, #1
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