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Love can only consist in failure...on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain't so.

The truth is that neither British nor American imperialism was or is idealistic. It has always been driven by economic or strategic interests.

There are trivial truths and the great truths. The opposite of a trivial truth is plainly false. The opposite of a great truth is also true.

One of the reasons people hate politics is that truth is rarely a politician's objective. Election and power are.

But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

What is with this dog?" Erin demanded "she's acting like a stripper with new tits." "She's proud" Annalisa said. "She's one of us," Jace added. "She's a dog .

Lock surveyed all the costumes. Some must have cost a small fortune and some were ridiculous. "Is that supposed to be a used condom?

I'm sorry . . . what?" "For they are the Crows," he intoned solemnly, "and they are the harbingers of death.

No. Let's just get back upstairs and—" "There's a Starbucks." "Ooh." Charlie stepped past the doorway. "Coffee.

Oh, my God!" Gwen suddenly burst out, startling the bears in the room, which made the rest of the predators nervous.

Her eyes grew wide and she briefly covered her mouth with her hand. "Are you a virgin?" she whispered. "What? No!" "But when do you find time with that rigid schedule of yours? I mean prisoners at Rikers have more freedom!

You? Make me breakfast?" "Of course. Just wait until you taste my waffles, doc. You'll see God." "Considering my personal belief system, I somehow doubt that.

Marry me? Wait. No, no. Incorrect response. It'll just weird her out and make her run again. Normal. Be normal. You can do this. You're not just a great skater. You're a normal great skater

not within my memory." "All 300 years of it?" That comment earned her a frown. "My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I should not tease you about being so old." "Nay, feel free." His slow smile flashed in the moonlight. "I would be happy to prove to you that I possess all the prowess and stamina of a man of 30. Mayhap I should demonstrate.

I… I do not think that… gentlemen do this sort of thing." Her pulse raced with excitement and anticipation. "Only scoundrels.

At least reindeer kisses do not cause me to take leave of my senses.

I must remember to be troublesome now and again, else you are going to be impossible to live with. And by what magic did you find the gown and the horse?" "Scottish fairy magic." His grin widened. "Do you mean that fairies are real in Scotland?

Remember, a book is always a gift.

It was ugly, but then ugly objects as a general rule are the bravest.

and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.

WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS? THE MAN'S A VAMPIRE! Yeah, but he's a really, REALLY sexy one.