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This toast feels raw. Is it safe to eat raw toast?

They say in every library there is a single book that can answer the question that burns like a fire in the mind.

Is the mask working?" she asked me. "How can I tell?" "If you can breath, then it's working.

There was a town, and there was a girl, and there was a theft. I was living in the town, and I was hired to investigate the theft, and I thought the girl had nothing to do with it. I was almost thirteen and I was wrong. I was wrong about all of it. I should have asked the question 'Why would somebody say something was stolen when it was never theirs in the first place?' Instead, I asked the wrong question—four wrong questions, more or less.

and all of it was dark. I could see tall shelves, and a few windows covered in thick shades that hid the starlight. In the middle of the room was a circular table with shadows gathered around it. "Who wrote The Wind in the Willows?" asked

Count Vronsky: I love you! Anna Karenina: Why? Count Vronsky: You can't ask Why about love!

A what, now?

Anne did think on the question with perfect decision, and said as much in replay as her own feelings could accomplish, or as his seemed able to bear, for he was too much affected to renew the subject - and when he spoke again, it was something totally different.

Now, how were his sentiments to be read? Was this like wishing to avoid her? And the next moment she was hating herself for the folly which asked the question.

Every body else had something to say; every body was either surprised or not surprised, and had some question to ask, or some comfort to offer.

Have you ever read Udolpho, Mr. Thorpe? Udolpho! Oh, Lord! Not I; I never read novels; I have something else to do. Catherine, humbled and ashamed, was going to apologize for her question, but he prevented her by saying, Novels are all so full of nonsense and stuff; there has not been a tolerably decent one come out since Tom Jones, except The Monk; I read that t'other day; but as for all the others, they are the stupidest things in creation.

Nothing could be more impossible than to answer such a question, though nothing could be more agreeable than to have it asked. "How

she had a cloth in her hands. She said, "Frankie hungry?

Oscar Wilde said it's never the question that's indiscreet, only the answers.

Are you hungry?" Grandma asked me. "Do you need breakfast?" "I'm famished!

We went to the wall and looked down at Vlatko, sprawled on the road below us. 'Do you think he's okay?' I asked. 'Babe,' Ranger said. 'He's one inch thick.

I wrinkled my nose. "What is that smell? Oh God, I didn't mess myself, did I?

The more is a question mark. It acknowledges the future unknown.

You're his what?" "Amanuensis.

ou know there was a time when I'd say to myself… How does she do it? How does she get mixed up with these weirdos? But now I don't even question it. In fact, I've come to expect such things of you.

They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?

And suddenly I felt panic. I'd made a mistake, like when I'd played chess with Ray and knew a second too late I'd made the wrong move. I had asked a question I couldn't afford to know the answer to. It was the thing I didn't want to know. The rock that never should be turned over. I knew what was under there. I didn't need to see it, the hideous eyelets albino creature that lived underneath.

Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this question than you can begin to imagine.

The Bible tells us that God abhors it, too. He wants us to love and care for one another." "Does the white man know that?" "Some of them do." "Hasn't the white man had the Bible for many years?" "Yes, for many years." "Then why doesn't he read it and do what it says?" I shook my head. It was a troubling question. "I don't know," I finally admitted. "I really don't know.