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Now, it's a fact well known to those who know it well that prophets of doom only attain popularity when they get the drinks in all around.

It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.

Her hair was simply red and her coat was deacon blue.

Someone in the crowd, for there is always one, said, 'That's right, a mate of mine had it.

Storytellers broaden our minds: engage, provoke, inspire, and ultimately, connect us.

The studios don't finance anymore, they get outside funds.

A computer does not substitute for judgment any more than a pencil substitutes for literacy. But writing ability without a pencil is no particular advantage.

The transformation of which I speak is nothing less than the liberating, joyful experience of increasing freedom from the power of sin's bondage.

Inspiration is everywhere. If you're ready to appreciate it, an ant can be one of the wonders of the universe.1 —Author Unknown

Living, we fret. Dying, we live. I'll keep that in mind. I'll be of good cheer.

"…'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,"Who fell in the great victory."

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Thomas More said, "The devil . . . the proud spirit . . . cannot endure to be mocked.

The family crest of none other than Professor James Moriarty." The very name filled me with fear, and my trousers with something that was certainly not fear.

I beg your pardon?" Matt asked innocently.

all I could think about was how both sets of parents had needed to make their decision, on whether to medicate their child, in a scientific vacuum. (p. 35)

So, there is really no entity by the name of [my] "mind";

The strangest part of the dream,' said Pelletier, 'was the water was alive.

Her eyes like the ideal geography book: maps of pure nightmare. "The Ghost of Edna Lieberman

He said that the only decent German philosopher was Lichtenberg, who was less a philosopher than the ultimate jokester and clown.

Sembrava un corallo. Un corallo?, Dice Belano. Un micruroides euryxanthus, dice la maestra, un serpente velenoso.

It's because I don't have a proper grasp of history and I need to brush up." "What for?" asked Hans Reiter. "To fill a void." "Voids can't be filled," said Hans Reiter

but anyways, that's what I was wondering as Alberto's car shot like lightning or crawled like a cockroach, depending on traffic...

the novel, arguably the author's best, had a disquieting power, like a sleeping crocodile.