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And it is not in any of our interests to have the balance of power turned on its head like this. An overly mighty French king is no improvement over an overly mighty English one.

He would never be able to emulate Richard's last gesture of defiance—gallant, glorious, and quite mad.

Hah. In that wise, we had best put speculation aside, and consider the evidence of our senses.

If ever the Empire comes to ruin, Heaslop, mark my words, the British publisher will be to blame.

Now I lay me down to sleep In mud that's many fathoms deep. If I'm not here when you awake Just hunt me up with an oyster rake

There is no chance for surprise," he said, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders with that French way he had. "Theyll be intrenched to the eyes.

If I tap that little bell," he told a visitor, obviously relishing the notion, "I can send you to a place where you will never hear the dogs bark.

been illogically arrived at; it had not; but the logic, such as it was, was based insubstantially on hope.

Lincoln's jogtrot prose, compacted of words and phrases still with the bark on, had no music their ears were attuned to; it crept by them.

General Robert E Lee at the Battle of Fredericksburg: It is well that war is so terrible, the gray-bearded general said. "We should grow too fond of it. (p. 37)

Zach - Yes. And Tigers. And mountain lions. There's an array of shifters. Sara - Bunnies?

Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood.

Smitty gave his best pout. "Why are y'all trying to hurt me?" "Because it's fun?" "It's easy." "I love it when you cry." Smitty sighed. "Forget I asked.

All the questions had been reduced to doctrine; all the doctrine had been simplified to catechism; all the catechism had been learned long ago.

horses: dangerous on both ends and crafty in the middle

I'm a poet who can whine in meter

Sure, we thought the acres That we tilled were sacred, But how could we have known That wheat can haunt like ghosts

I am surrounded by people who trust me to be a respectful stranger

Listen said Mather. I understand what you're going through, I really do. An Indian woman in college. I understand. I'm a Marxist. Really, said Marie. I'm a Libra.

That's right I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.

Well, I don't mean boner in the sexual sense," Gordy said. "I don't think you should run through life with a real erect penis. But you should approach each book—you should approach life—with the real possibility that you might get a metaphorical boner at any point.

We lived in a small house, so there was no escape from the goddamn racket of her loneliness.

Good art is not universal. Bruce Willis is universal.

If you can catch crazy, I'm a walking epidemic.