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Love. Yes. That’s what I feel for you. Your smile makes me happy and your pain makes me hurt with you. Your unhappiness makes me unhappy. Your body makes me ache and you make me hard with need to be inside you. You are always on my mind and when I am not with you, I want you with me.

Mars is not Earth. It doesn't have a thick atmosphere to bend light and carry particles that reflect light around corners. It's damn near a vacuum here. Once the sun isn't visible, I'm in the dark. Phobos gives me some moonlight, but not enough to work with. Deimos is a little piece of crap that's no good to anyone.

Maxim 10: Sometimes the only way out is through... through the hull. -The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries

Max: Why do I get the feeling you’ve played god and you don’t know what you’ve created. Dr Hurstville: Hasn’t god done the same with us?

Maxim 8: Mockery and derision have their place. Usually, it's on the far side of the airlock. -The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries

May it be written. May it be done.

Maybe, The nature of fox is cheating, or maybe a raven doesn't know who is the fox at first, but a raven doesn't fall in the fox's trap and wouldn't swallow the bait, because, the nature of the raven originally is being cautious.

Man is an endangered species.

Me gusteo fotos dispersas, automáticamente él hace lo mismo. Ya sé lo que va a pasar, esto va a durar unos días, unas semanas, después vamos a hablar levemente y nos vamos a ver y nunca vamos a gustarnos en serio aunque seamos hermosos juntos porque nos conocimos en el mercado virtual, en el supermercado sexual sin cuerpos. "Lo conocí por Facebook".

May the scribes record it.

Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.

Mind the gap, Jack

- Mírame, princesa - pidió Ravn, sin dejar de mirarla-. Mira cómo te tomo por completo. Ella obedeció sin rechistar. Clavó sus zafiros ojos en él y sonrió. Sonrió como nunca antes lo había hecho, y Ravn se dio cuenta de ello. Algo caliente y denso cubrió su corazón en ese momento, y sin poder detener todo el alud que iba cerciéndose sobre él, le hizo el amor con desesperación. Movía las caderas cada vez más rápido, con golpes certeros, que hacían temblar sus cuerpos y les provocaba escalofríos. Allie lo sentía tan adentro, que el placer hacía estragos en su cuerpo y en su mente. No sentía nada excepto el miembro de Ravn en su interior, entrando y saliendo, tomándola sin miramientos. A Ravnei la cabeza le daba vueltas, y notaba un cosquilleo en la base de la espalda. Sin embargo, sus cinco sentidos estaban centrados en ella. Únicamente en Allie. Sentía su calor, su humedad, su placer rodeándole, llevándole a la locura. Su cuerpo se volvía loco ante su esencia cítrica y ante su manera de entregarse, y cada vez embestía mucho más profundo. Miró su rostro, y no pudo evitar sonreír de felicidad. Allie volvía a estar con él, por completo, sin excepción. Era demasiado para un bastardo como él, pero no la dejaría ir. Nunca más. Lucharía por ella todo lo que hiciera falta, contra viento y marea, hasta que le perdonase por completo y aceptara pasar el resto de sus días a su lado. Sí, haría eso. Atrapó su labio inferior entre sus dientes y mordisqueó. Allie echó la cabeza hacia atrás, abrazándose más a él. Incapaz de soltarse por miedo a perderse en la oscuridad. Ya no sentía nada que no fuera Ravn y su aplastante presencia. - Eres preciosa, Alyson. Nunca dudes de eso - susurró sobre su oído. - No si tú sigues recordándomelo - contestó acunándolo. - Lo haré, princesa. Nunca te dejaría caer en este oscuro y frío mundo. Ella le acarició las mejillas, encendida por esa forma que tenía de tratarla, tan cercana y cálida. - ¿De verdad? - Sí. Yo te resguardaré cuando llueva, ¿lo recuerdas? Siempre, Alyson. Siempre. Da igual cuántas tormentas vengan, yo seré... - Mi paraguas - terminó por él, y no pudo mas que abrazarlo con fuerza. ♥ [Allie y Ravn. Mi parejita adorable. Pg 174-175]

Molly is not a Quaker, Jeremy. Quakers don't have tits that big.

Monsters,' she said., 'of course my brain has them.' As long as they stayed in there, everything would be all right. Wouldn't it?

Most of our lives are wasted by finding reality, even though we live in unstable nature and with many irrational laws.

My chair rolls to a stop. his voice cut short, followed by a thump and sliding sound. My wheelchair rolls forward again. I look back and see Ragnar pushing it innocently along. Sevro isn't in the hallway behind us. I frown, wondering where he went, till he bursts out of a side passage. "You! Troll!" Sevro shouts. "I'm a terrorist warlord! Stop throwing me. You made me drop my candy!" Sevro looks at the floor of the hallway. "Wait. Where is it? Dammit, Ragnar. Where is my peanut bar? You know how many people I had to kill to get that? Six! Six!" Ragnar chews quietly above me, and though I'm probably mistaken, I think I see him smile.

May they run free forever and grow back their limbs!

Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades.

Moses threw the spent cigarette butt to the ground. It bounced once then lay still. A lazy wisp of smoke drifted towards the reaching shadows. He pushed himself to his feet and brushed flakes of grit from the seat of his jeans. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he moved away from the pipe and began to negotiate a route down the alley. A rivulet of cans, wrappers and remnants of kebabs dotted the ground like flotsam; the waste of nights past, discarded by the nameless, faceless masses marking their territories with futile gestures. Oh, sure, the trash was still emptied these days – there were still garbage men around, but it just delayed the inevitable, prolonging the agony of a tired and dying world.

Most of us can find our way out of the wilderness without Moses.

My fingers find his. They are warm, pulsing with genetically altered blue blood, powered by mirror matter.

Much of our lives are wasted by finding reality, even though we live in unstable nature and with many irrational laws.

My mind, my logical, practical, reasoning mind, is peeing in his mind pants.

My name’s King Clyde The Destroyer and I’m fourteen-years-old and I’m tough as nails and I’ve lived in a dump my whole life...

My number one fear is heights. Well, not so much the heights but the falling from heights. Actually the falling isn’t that bad (I have a strong heart), it’s the sudden stops that are painful. Believe me — I experienced it once.

My tears had unexpectedly become real.

My experience showed me an ugly side of our human nature. That if we are told it’s alright to step on someone, we will do so, in joy that we are not the one being stepped on. If we are told we can treat someone as lesser, we will do it, since it means we are more than they are.” -Norrie, Seeing Through Sampson's Eyes

No conocerás el miedo. El miedo mata la mente. El miedo es la pequeña muerte que conduce a la destrucción total. Afrontaré mi miedo. Permitiré que pase sobre mí y a través de mí. Y cuando haya pasado girare mi ojo interior para escrutar su camino. Allá donde haya pasado el miedo ya no habrá nada. Solo estaré yo.

No good deed goes unpunished - Oscar Wilde

Neely McIntire," I said, clamping a sweaty hand behind her neck. "Friendship be damned!" Hayden yanked me forward. I had time to make a very girly sound before his lips began to move furiously over mine. His touch left behind the tingle of cinnamon gum. One of his hands slowly slid down and pressed into the small of my back. For a second, I thought the sun had washed over me. But this heat cuddled around me, pushing its way through my clothes. "Stmmmmp," I tried to say around his lips. My knees wobbled as he wound his fingers into the curls at my neck, holding my face firmly against his. "No." The hot pressure of his hand increased. A rumbling protest came from his throat when I dug my nails into his collarbones. "Lemme go," I managed to gasp when he kissed the corner of my mouth. "No," he whispered. His voice became a yielding puff of smoke. It slipped into my ears and coaxed something familiar from the broken depths. The urge to fight drained away. This wisp of memory warmed me, relaxed tensed muscles, but tightened other places. My fists uncurled and gripped his shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" "I want you to come back to me, Neely," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist to press our hips together. Fiery lips caressed my face and neck. "I know you're in there somewhere. Come back, come back, come back," he whispered between kisses.

No,” said Cinder. “We stay together.” Thorne flinched and Cinder realized the cruelty of her words too late. Their group was already divided.

Never forget that time is the most valuable thing we can spend, so don't throw it away!

No thanks,” I answered, “I never take rides from strangers, thugs who've tried to kill me or people with poor personal hygiene. Congratulations, by the way, for being the first person to qualify in all three categories.

Ohan, as your doctor, I have to remind you that your body has only had to digest nutrient paste for some time, adopting other foods will take some adjustment.' His cheeks puffed wide. 'But as your - as your friend, there is no way I'd rather spend my afternoon than cooking a meal for you. With you, even, if you'd like.

...no one knows better than I what a good woman your mother was. But she had a weakness for misery and it led to her death. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.

Oh, I wonder if there's another way.

Not as much as it bothers me that you just grabbed me without even trying to warn me first. If you’re trying to undo ages of prejudice, maybe you should start by acting civil.

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Oh my God," Mrs. McIntire screamed. She'd dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. "Neely!" Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter's name over and over. "She's going to be fine, sweetie," he kept saying. I really wanted to believe him. "Is she on the other side?" I paced the shore. I couldn't see anything except a piece of driftwood lying at the water's edge. "I don't see her." Mr. McIntire didn't answer, only pointed across the rolling water. A log had washed up on the shore. It looked like maybe the water had rubbed all the bark off and left a naked, saturated trunk behind. "Tell me where she is." Aggravated, I stared until my eyes blurred with stress. "All I see is a damn log." "Son," Sheriff Mills said from behind me. "That ain't a log.

Oh...oh, goddess, it's true about your tongues...

Omnis vir lupus.

OK, so the guy is cool, but... I mean own up, this is barking time, this is major lunch, this is stool approaching critical mass, this is... this is... total vocabulary failure!

Only the framing material," Lucas demurely, "obvious influences, Neo-Tokyo from Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Metal Gear Solid by Hideo Kojima, or as he's known in my crib, God.

Only through sacrifice can Genesis survive.

One age ends, and another begins. It is the way of things. But, it doesn't happen all at once.

On this planet are every kind of deadly animal from across the stars. The only people that come here are hunters looking for the most dangerous of trophies. No rescue. You either get your prize or you die.

One thing I have in abundance here are bags. They're not much different than kitchen trash bags, though I'm sure they cost $50,000 because of NASA.

Outnumbered! Ya’ll are always the hell outnumbered!” - Marek, Gunship

Out here we speak Malspeak, a mangle of English and old languages like Spanish, Mandarin, and Russian. Dialects from a time when the land was defined by many borders. Now there’s only one that matters. And I am on the wrong side of it.