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“Hey Tot, You probably hate that name, don't you? Thinking it's an insult, a commentary about your appearance. Maybe it started out that way, me trying to put you down, put you in your place--- somewhere far from me, where you couldn't make me feel like I was bleeding from the inside out. But I don't think of it that way anymore. It makes me think of you as a hot little bite I want to sink my teeth into. Truth? I'd wanted to do that even when I said the words. I always wanted to sink into you. Didn't matter if you drove me crazy, I wanted it so much it made my teeth hurt.”

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Book:Dear Enemy
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“Bridgeport, Wis. July 11, 1987 I write this letter to myself, so that the postmark may prove beyond controversy the day and year that it was written, and I shall not open it but shall place it among my effects against the day when someone, a member of my own family, God willing, may open it and read. And reading, know the thing that I believe and think, but dare not say while I am still alive, lest someone call me touched. For I have not long to live. I have lasted more than a man’s average allotted span, and while I still am hale and hearty, I know full well the hand of time, while it may miss a man at one reaping, will get him at the next. I have no morbid fear of death, nor any sentimental wish to gain the brief immortality that a thought accorded me after I am dead may give me, for the thought itself will be a fleeting one and the one who holds it himself will not have too many years of life, for the years of man are short . . . far too short for any perfect understanding of any of the problems that a lifetime poses. While it is more than likely that this letter will be read by my immediate descendants, who are well acquainted with me, I am still aware that through some vagary of fate it may fall yet unopened into the hands of someone many years after I am long forgotten, or even into the hands of strangers. Feeling that the circumstance which I have to tell is of more than ordinary interest, even at the risk of reporting something which may be well known to the one who reads this letter, I shall here include some of the basic facts about myself and my locality and situation.”

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Book:Time and Again
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“It’s weird to be twenty-seven and still be believing in fairytales, but it feels normal. I don’t think I’ll be comfortable thinking through love, planning on it, and calculating the probability. That doesn’t mean I will not ugly up my house with practical things, or I won’t fight over laundry. I just think it’s such a strange thing for me to be in love with half my heart and all my brain. I don’t want a dull and practical love life, much less a marriage.”

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Book:That’ll Be Our Song
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“What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without even being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”

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Book:The Fault in Our Stars
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“Elke dag herhaal ik het wonder, wat zeg ik, de triomf, van het moment waarop onze soort het schrift uitvond. Lezen en schrijven, we doen het op den duur zo gedachteloos. Altijd weer het vingervlugge mirakel van ons geheugen dat zich woord voor woord; lettergreep na lettergreep, de totaal willekeurige maar o zo zegenrijke band herinnert tussen een letter en een klank, en wat die verbintenis betekent. Telkens weer die schepping van zin uit een ontstellende ruis die zonder het oor van de ander zonder boodschap zou blijven… En dat mirakel , die dagdagelijkse ontploffing in betekenis, knettert en vonkt terug in de tijd, naar de havens van de Feniciërs, naar de koningen van Sumer, naar de glazuren tegels van de toren van Babel, verspreid in het zand.”

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Book:Gestameld liedboek: Moedergetijden
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“In one of the most personal of all the writings of Francis we possess, this one from 1226, Francis writes a note of encouragement to his closest male friend, Leo... "I am speaking to you, now, as a mother would, because all of the words we passed between us on the road together I am summarizing in this message and bit of advice. If you ever feel the need to for my counsel, I suggest that you turn to this letter. "My advice is this : In whatever way you feel called to serve the Lord, and to make him happy, to follow his footprint and his poverty, do that, and do that with my blessing and with the blessing of the Lord God. "If you ever want to come and see me, Leo, for the sake of your soul or for any other reason, come, by all means, come back to me.”

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Book:When Saint Francis Saved the Church
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“I'm sure you are aware of the history of the Crusaders bringing spices and dried fruits back to England. While these would have been luxuries at first, with the establishment of regular trade routes, spiced cakes would eventually become affordable treats for the common people, and were often associated with the festivals of the religious calendar. Spiced buns, marked with a cross, were being eaten on Good Friday in the fourteenth century, the origin of our Hot Cross Buns, and there are also many local peculiarities linking spices, currants and the church. Banbury cakes, baked for the town's St. Luke's Day fair, are made in an oval shape to signify the cradle of the baby Jesus... REV. SAMUEL WAVERLEY, Banbury”

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Book:Good Taste
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“But they will remember you. They’ll remember you every second of every day. They won’t be able to stop remembering you. Everything they say, everything they smell, taste, hear, absolutely everything in their lives is linked to you. In a way, you will haunt them. You will be constantly in their thoughts even when they don’t want you there, because they’ll need you gone so that they can get through, and then there are days when they’ll need you there in order for them to get through.”

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Book:Postscript
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“All my sensations have been snuffed out. I no longer have any taste for anything; there is nothing I like. It was foolish to feel so much longing for the world. It now seems dismal and boring. Sometimes I feel inclined to become a Trappist monk, and it is possible that one fine day I will disappear without anyone's knowing what has become of me. I had never felt so misanthropic as I have since being amongst people again, and if to them I seem like a foreigner, they can be sure that they produce the same effect on me.”

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Author:Marquis de Sade
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“So, you see, my dear friend, looking now at that ridiculous letter from Home Office, I feel to tell the world that my life is not fake. Is just my life, the best version I have. And even if some people would advise me to not take it personally, I just can't take this advice. My life is the most personal thing to me ever. My love as well. And God knows how many travels we might need to do in approaching our happiness. Regardless the slaps we might get because we dare to love behind the borders. - Write Like A Girl Anthology”

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Author:Simona Prilogan
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“Sometimes it's better to have a conversation with the things which can't answer you or pass any judgments on you. Sometimes it's better to share your feelings, thoughts with the things, which can't listen to you but are listening to you. Sometimes it's better to share your pain and love, cry and smile in front of those things, which can't sympathize but helps you to heal you. Dear moon, You have always been my escape to each and every problem. You know all my secrets and problems. No matter how hard it was to solve or put in front of others. But, I never felt odd while sharing anything with you. Because I know, sooner or later people will leave. And I don't want to live with the fear of disclosing my secrets to any third one. People will definitely call me mad after reading this. But truly thank you for always giving me hope and listening to me.”

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Author:Manisha Jain
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“Después comprendí que esa mirada que atrae, que te envuelve y te desnuda a la vez, esa mirada de seductor consumado, era tu modo de mirar a todas las mujeres que se cruzaban en tu camino, a cualquier vendedora que te atendía, a cualquier criada que te abría la puerta. No eres consciente de la fuerza de esa mirada que tu ternura hacia las mujeres hace parecer más dulce y afectuosa en su insistencia.”

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Book:CARTA DE UNA DESCONOCIDA
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“Enough of trying to write this all down. It’s going nowhere. Say I write the word “coincidence”. What you read in the word “coincidence” could be utterly different—even opposite—from what the very same word means to me. This is unfair, if I may say so. Here I am stripped to my underpants while you’ve only undone three button of your blouse. An unfair turn of events if there ever was one. Hence I bought myself a cassette tape, having decided to directly record my letter to you.”

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Book:The Elephant Vanishes
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“,,Toate angoasele, toate dorințele pe care de mult le credeam uitate îmi revin în minte. Ca în copilărie, am din nou impresia că lumea din jur ar putea să explodeze dintr-odată și să răsară altceva de sub masca ei, de pildă gura unui monstru.(...)Gândul că în altă parte există altceva și că nu poți fi în clipa aceea acolo mă înnebunește , ca în copilărie. Doar că atunci gândul mă amețea, pe când acum vorbesc despre el, fac comparații și încep să învăț din asta. Mi s-ar părea ridicol să vreau să deslușesc aceste enigme; nu fac decât să le articulez pentru a nu mă simți atât de însingurat ca în vremea aceea. Mă port dezinvolt, vorbesc mult, râd cu poftă, vreau să ajung atât de gras, încât să fiu în stare să deschid cu burta o ușă turnantă, mă bucur că nu mă mai surprind cu nimic ciudat.”

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Book:Short Letter, Long Farewell
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“I told them dinner was ready and went to the living room, where Rachel and Richard were hiding out. "You realize, I suppose, that both your names begin with the same letter." I poured them a glass of wine. Each. I'm generous that way. Richard grinned. "Yes, we noticed that early on. We also noticed that if we have a child and give him or her a name that also begins with R that we can say we have the three Rs covered." "Wow, and maybe you can all have matching propeller beanies." I was covering the fact I was suddenly excited at the thought of my sister having children. I had accepted it was never going to happen, and it was fine, but a baby is a baby, am I right? Rachel shrugged. "Why not? How about Rapunzel, or Requiem, or Rumpelstiltskin?" "Or Random, Rorschach, or Ritalin." Richard liked this game. "You could go techy and call them RAM or ROM." "Or medical and call them Rheumatism or Rabies or Rubella.”

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Book:The Garden of Small Beginnings
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“A last note to 2020 A year of silence, isolation, deaths, sorrows and alot of spare time I don't want to discuss you with anyone ever in my life But you gave me memories that's gonna stay forever in my life People say memories vanish with time So you gave me experiences and lessons on time I learned from my mistakes, thanks for opening my eyes You changed my mind You made me know; who I am Dear 2020, you were a cruel friend of mine Thanks for giving me time to spend with permanent people of mine Saddened for the people, I lost of mine Happy for the removal of temporary people That wasted my time, that made me unkind Dear God, thanks for showing me this time.”

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Author:Zulaikha Nadeem
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“There is nothing that I should more fear, nor any kind of death that might threaten me, which would not be more supportable for me than to live without you and be separated by a great distance. I would rather die or be eaten by fish in the sea or devored on land by cannibals than to consume myself in perpetual mourning and unceasing sorrow awaiting not my husband but his letters.”

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Book:Rivers of Gold: The Rise of the Spanish Empire from Columbus to Magellan
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“My lady, When in difficulty, remember the words of our mutual friend Stephen Armstrong: "You can always swim out of quicksand as long as you don't panic." Or send for me, and I'll come throw you a rope. -W. R. Every time Phoebe had read those words- at least a dozen times since they'd left Eversby Priory- a giddy sensation rushed through her. It had hardly escaped her notice that West had marked sections of the book with x's, just as she had marked Henry's book so long ago. A sly bit of flirtation, those x's- she was welcome to interpret them as kisses, while he could still maintain deniability. Infuriating, complicated man.”

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Book:Devil's Daughter
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