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Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen. (Daenerys)
You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.
Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.
One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.
The thing about a small town is that there are people who just remember me as a musician, as a high school football player.
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
I left my country because I was forced to, and I do not think that I am going to lose my language because I live in England
I describe my works as books, but my publishers in Spain, in the United States, and elsewhere insist on calling them novels
I've never enjoyed myself. I'm incapable of enjoying myself. There's just some people who don't enjoy themselves very much.
Women today are bombarded with so many messages, like we should have Naomi Campbell's body and Madeleine Albright's career.
We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.
It is not enough that your designs, nay that your actions, are intrinsically good, you must take care they shall appear so.
In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.
This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Un mari, comme un gouvernement, ne doit jamais avouer de faute. A husband, like a government, never needs to admit a fault.
Nothing ever tasted better than a cold beer on a beautiful afternoon with nothing to look forward to than more of the same.
For men are held above their fellows by the gossamer of reputation, which is so soft and fragile a breath can blow it away.
True strength isn’t in killing—or ignoring—your opponent, it’s in having the will to shield those who need your protection.
I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction," Saiman said, his voice dry. "You both think violence is foreplay.
Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.
It's very hard to transgress; we have the furniture of transgression without the imagery and iconography to actually do it.
Labor is the instituted means for the methodical development of all our powers under the direction and control of the will.
The idea of a teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt.
"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."
Don't talk to me." "Why not?" "Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret.
Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here.
How’s Norbert doin’?” Norbert?” Charlie laughed. “The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call her Norberta now.” Wha—Norbert’s a girl?
I’m just not interested.” “Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.” … “Then how are you not interested.
Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.
I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria
I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.
The slave trade was globalism. Why people insist that globalism, after its hideous history, is a good thing, I do not know.
The artistic image is not intended to represent the thing itself, but, rather, the reality of the force the thing contains.
The secret of a person's nature lies in their religion and what they really believes about the world and their place in it.
Profits in business always depend on the rate of interest: the higher the interest, the higher the rate of profit required.
I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.
The little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush as produces little effect after much labour.
“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”
The main thing about the novel that is totally fascinating: It's not possessed by the writer; it's possessed by the reader.
In my experience, there is only one motivation, and that is desire. No reasons or principle contain it or stand against it.
A man's name, title, and rank are artificial and impermanent; they do nothing to reveal what he really is, even to himself.
Who would prefer peace to the glory of hunger and thirst, of wading through mud, and dying in the service of one's country?
no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.
One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.
I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!
All my books deal with the effect of intent upon action, how our understanding of good and evil depends heavily on context.
Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.