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L'estil i l'estructura són l'essència d'un bon llibre; les grans idees són estupideses. El estilo y la estructura son a esencia de un buen libro; las grandes ideas son estupideces

How would you say "delightful talk" in Russian?' 'How would you say "good night"?' Oh, that would be: Bessónnitza, tvoy vzor oonýl i stráshen; lubóv' moyá, otstóopnika prostée. (Insomnia, your stare is dull and ashen, my love, forgive me this apostasy.)

Today, one hardly talks about strategy without using the language of competition.

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No doubt exists that all women are crazy; it's only a question of degree.

Siren Servers are narcissists; blind to where value comes from, including the web of global interdependence that is at the core of their own value.

I'm hoping the reader can see that artificial intelligence is better understood as a belief system than as a technology.

The state of perpetual emptiness is, of course, very good for business.

Used titanium hunting knife: sixty-three dollars. Value: priceless.

Maybe there's a place for a rebel ghost within the Order's ranks after all." - Lucan

this female was: dangerous, stealthy, utterly lethal Gen One Breed. And hotter than hell itself.

Sin Fever," Wraith chimed in with a little too much enjoyment. Sin Fever? They'd named the fucking disease after her? Bastards.

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean." Thanatos swung around. "Death." Cara swallowed. Audibly. "As in, the Grim Reaper?" He snorted. "That poser.

Wow", he rasped. "Do you emasculate all the men, or am I speacial?

You aren't human. Your mother is a...sex demon." She tripped over that a little, because seriously, that was one of those things you never thought you'd say. {Location 2966}

One of you brothers, I'm guessing?' 'Yep. The mean one. Oh, wait, they're all mean.' She grinned. 'You are so fucked.

She'd had sex with a demon. Tayla swallowed bile and tried to keep her stomach from heaving. She needed to shower. And douche.

Let's just say that my father is a very powerful man." "That's a little understated, don't you think? … You know, seeing how he's the Grim fucking Reaper.

Criminy. Whatever. Just do something ." "Criminy?" Than stared. "Seriously? Big, bad, Mohawk-haired demon says 'criminy'?" "Yes, criminy." Hades rubbed his bare chest. "And, fuck off.

leave it to him to get messed up with deaths little girl

Oh, hell, no. I saw you with the rifle." He glanced over at her, and his voice went a notch deeper. "It was fucking hot. I love a badass female.

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

I'm Trey. And you are…?" "Intolerant of jackasses who fuck with my female.

You're a pure, holy angel of goodness, and I'm Satan's evil whore of a daughter. So yeah, we can't work. Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious. But we can fuck.