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If Blake Lively and Blake Lively had a baby, it’d be Sarah Elizabeth Taft.

I felt absolutely nothing, and that frightened me even more than the darkness of oblivion

I feel sorry for you, Detective Esteban. Because I'm all out of patience, and you're all out of time. I'm sure we'll see each other again someday. In Hell. Save a seat for me.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

I felt it burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I felt like I was dying.

If he doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to fall asleep, Susan grumbled. He loved hearing her voice in his head even when she was cranky. The thought made him smile. I’ve been keeping you up too late. Not really, she replied. I’ve always been a night owl. I just haven’t been sleeping late the way I usually do. And had had one scare after another whilst awake. Did I mention I’m still sore from digging your handsome ass up? He laughed. It was totally worth it, of course, she went on.But if we find out you’re single, I might hit you up for a nice long massage. He cursed when his body immediately responded to the image of her naked and laid out before him, waiting for him to run his hands all over her body. Now who’s flirting? Ooh, she purred. That’s so cool. Even in your thoughts, your voice deepens and gets all growly when you’re turned on. Before he could respond, she made a sound of impatience.Damn it. Now I’m turned on. He laughed, delighted that she inspired him to do so even in such grim circumstances.

If he can't reach you he can't hit you If he can't hit you he can't hurt you

If he's like any other man I've ever met, it's not my smile he's going to be looking at.

If he sees you in this apartment he will seriously murder you and then break up with me.  And I really, really don’t want him to break up with me, Linc.” “But murdering me, that’s all good?

If I am going to be a monster, the least I could do is be well fed!

If I don't defend for myself, who will?

If I get all that money back in the accounts and then swear it off entirely, she'll forgive me. It felt good to repeat it, besides they'd just had an amazing weekend, she still had the hots for him, she still loved him passionately. Lingering underneath that thought, though, was the other one. You're playing with fire, you're playing with fire, (see above. Repeat endlessly . . . ) The idea that Hope would forgive him when she'd given him an ultimatum so absolute was laughable. She'd follow through on her word, alright, even if she regretted it, even if she laid awake at night the rest of her life wishing she hadn't, even if IT KILLED HER, she'd still do it. That was his Hope.

If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, you're probably in the wrong bathroom.

If I wanted you to understand, I would have explained it better ~ Aarush Kashyap

If it's to be, it's up to me. to which I add; If not now...then when?

If my life were a movie ... the title sequence would start out like a typical high school story, but then reveal that something's amiss. There'd be a tight shot, or piece of dialogue, or something that would make the viewer uncomfortable. Something to give them that prickly feeling. -Dez

If the price I have to pay to see Jewish children playing without an armed escort are freeways across the desert and a take-a-way on every street corner throughout the Middle East, then I’m all for it.

If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse?

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

If we were walking here together, I’d point out the carnivorous plants that grow on this spot: sundews with sticky red leaves, eating insects to sustain them because the soil is so poor. If you were with me, I’d take you to the Doubler Stones, where thousands of years ago, Neolithic peoples carved channels in the rock to drain away the blood from their sacrifices. I would show you where the plover nests, and the green hairstreak butterfly lays its eggs. I love this place. I love this land. It’s part of me, it’s part of who I am. But it’s no place for you: a seven-year-old girl in a princess costume.

If we're all aggressive, obedient solders [sic], who's going to write the poems and play the blues and go on anti-war protest marches?

If you look into the face of evil, evil's gonna look right back at you

If you can direct the power you call up, it can do a lot.”, FADE by Kailin Gow

If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there".

If you have no idea what I’m about to do, just watch and wait..then you’ll see time spin to a stop right before your eyes..and you’ll forget that world you once knew

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That's what everyone else became. All of their dark wool suits began to mesh into one, and they began to rhythmically march in unison, all while I gazed at the sliver of sky that seemed to be pressed tightly in between the skyscrapers. I kept on walking and staring at the sky, and I began to notice the skyscrapers becoming larger and larger, and before I knew it, I had to turn to get to my building, and of course, the automat.

If you like Girl with Dragon Tattoo and Vampires, this is for you! (Kathi Humphries (Design) on 'ORPHANS - Time is running out' by Ian Dewar)

If you lust for power, she will swallow you in an instant and make you her servant.

If you want the best evidence of just how strong our democracy is, come into the courtroom.

I had watched him single handedly rip the head off a zombie as he had simultaneously prayed for its soul. When you witness a man do something like that, it changes your perception of them.

If you want to kill serious crime, you have to kill serious criminals!

I gaze at his pale skin as this energy hits me. My jaw is clamped tight as my eyes squeeze out the pain. I’ve felt this before. It’s like he’s telling me to let him go.

I guess you could say I'm allergic to sunlight. If I'm exposed to it, it could kill me.

I had a quack in the floor. So, I had to use ductile.

I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.

I go where I want to go, I do what I want to do, and I am beholden to no one.

I hadn’t thought about prom, Bailey, or that car crash in years. I’d been under the assumption that therapy had wiped it from my mind completely. The search for Lizzie was doing something to me. Causing me to regress, in a way. Bailey Shepherd was no one to me, but at the same time, she was everything. My cause and value of life forever changed by a girl buried in a labyrinth of gnarled alloy and gasoline.

I hear you're quite the writer. Quite the teacher's pet." "I... I don't know what you mean." "No? The maybe you're in for a surprise. A maybe it won't be a nice one." Kate heard her voice lashing out, braver than she felt. "I don't know what you're talking about. But nothing that pertains to me is any of your business.' The match hissed again. She saw his black, black eyes flickering. "You're right. How inconsiderate of me." Shaken, Kate willed her feet to move her forward. "You should be more careful," Pearce said. "Anyone could find your key. Anyone could get into your cabin." Kate whirled to face him. "I have a roommate. I'm not alone." "A roommate?" And he sounded like he was smiling... a dark strange smile as if she'd said something particularly funny. "If someone wanted to get you," Pearce said slowly, and another match went out, "a roommate wouldn't stop them. They'd just get you. Wouldn't they?

I hear you're quite the writer. Quite the teacher's pet." "I... I don't know what you mean." "No? Then maybe you're in for a surprise. And maybe it won't be a nice one." Kate heard her voice lashing out, braver than she felt. "I don't know what you're talking about. But nothing that pertains to me is any of your business.' The match hissed again. She saw his black, black eyes flickering. "You're right. How inconsiderate of me." Shaken, Kate willed her feet to move her forward. "You should be more careful," Pearce said. "Anyone could find your key. Anyone could get into your cabin." Kate whirled to face him. "I have a roommate. I'm not alone." "A roommate?" And he sounded like he was smiling... a dark strange smile as if she'd said something particularly funny. "If someone wanted to get you," Pearce said slowly, and another match went out, "a roommate wouldn't stop them. They'd just get you. Wouldn't they?

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.

I just wanted to paint her, especially her beautiful eyes. Her eyes, it's like they hold a whole world in them. Probably they hold my world.

I lied, but by his reaction I think he liked what I had said. I had told Shreya about Sudeshna and she was okay with our relationship, but there were a few things that I hadn’t told even her…..secrets. I wasn’t proud to keep it away from her but it could have been a deal breaker for us. Some things are best left unsaid, I had heard someone say. Now I knew how true it is, because even with the best of intentions, some things are bound to be misunderstood. Shreya wouldn’t understand why I did those things, and nor would Priya. They wouldn’t understand that it needed to be done. It was best to keep it sealed and leave everyone at their happy states – in dark….but happy.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

I know you, Ruth Ann Carver. I know you better than you know yourself. You think you do things right. You think you're a paragon of right living. This is a self-told lie, one bolstered by your coddling parents and grandparents.

I let one of the men rename me. A man gave me the name Rose – you didn’t know that, did you, Poke?…He said, this man, he said that Kwan was too hard to remember, even though it’s a good name and it means ‘spirit,’ and that the rose was the queen of flowers and I was the queen of Patpong.” She laughs, rough as a cough. “The queen of Patpong. A kingdom of whores and viruses. Death with a smile.

I liked the idea of a person shedding their life, and someone else putting it on. -Oliver Harris on writing The Hollow Man for Crime Time online magazine

I'll show you secrets if you stay...you'll never know if you run away...

Il mio sogno di una vita perfetta sarebbe rimasto lì per sempre, sotto le rose che si erano tinte di nero come l'incubo che avevo vissuto.