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I don't know nothing about looking a gift horse in the mouth or anywhere else. I mean, who gives a horse as a gift anyhow? Unless it's just the head of course.

Even in Hell you need to cover your ass, so I had to go somewhere that was even worse than the hall of records. I had to go to Hell's lawyers. Despite

A seance?" asked Demeter. "Not quite as scientific as reading entrails, but it couldn't hurt.

I don't know what you're talking about," she said with a pouty innocence that, if had she been wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, would have reduced some human males to blithering and drooling idiocy.

He is the Norse god of evil," I said. Paddy shrugged. "Technically, mischief. And people can change if we give them a chance.

For a bunch of torturers and just plain evil folk, the keepers of the damned were a whiny bunch.

Do you have anything to drink in this place?" "Nope. We're really a laundromat. The pub thing is just a gimmick to make sure there isn't a long line for the dryers," I said.

the place had more demonic possessions than Congress. The

Sentient tomes are to be avoided at all costs. It's in the DMA agent handbook, which hasn't achieved self-awareness, at least as far as I knew.

At times his arrogance did resolve itself into simplicity, though it was difficult, especially for strangers, to distinguish these occasions.

Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.

Please, no matter how we advance in technology please don't abandon the book-there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than a book.

I love you, I whispered to all, to none. -Love not lightly, I heard him say.

I left Mephistopheles, the angels, and the remnants of our handmade world, saying, "I choose Earth.

When does it cease to be something beautiful, a faithful aspect of the heart, to become off-center, slightly off the axis, and then hurled into an obsessional void?

Ahh, the salvation of souls, But wisdom we had not For these people had neither King nor Lord And bowed to no one And they had lived in their own liberty - Amerigo

One could not help but thank the gods for apportioning Camus with a righteous and judicious pen.

I skip Thanksgiving, dragging my malaise through December, with a prolonged period of enforced solitude, though sadly without crystalline effect.

Where did you hide your Mockingbirds?" he asks. "Ornithology," she replies. "You hid TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD with the bird books?" I ask. Elena shrugs. "I was being ironic.

Eds atbildot kaut ko no?urd un pied?v? Bovenam aps?sties, negaid?ti piemin?dams fragmentu no "Voldenas", kad ar žestu nor?da uz vien?go kr?slu istab?. Toro teica, ka vi?a m?j? esot tr?s kr?sli, Eds ieminas. Viens vientul?bai, otrs draudz?bai un trešais sabiedr?bai. Man ir tikai viens kr?sls vientul?bai. Ja v?l piemer kl?t gultu, varb?t san?k divi draudz?bai.

He was less like a tree of knowledge and more like a bush of opinions." From the book "The Sellout

I'm ghost, the afterlife is just a lay-up away.

For every specific problem, lack of empathy is seen as the diagnosis and more empathy as the cure.

But in general, it's just false that negative emotional experiences have a purging effect.