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  • #1
    “The first impressions with the ashram people
are these sparkling interior experiences. The eyeballs can be peepholes into the Milky Way and beyond. You may mumble under your breath that the ashram people could be on something.”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #2
    Michael G. Kramer
    “Ngo Diem was heard to say, “I want a repressive machine controlling the whole of the country of South Vietnam from Saigon to the remotest villages. You shall apply massacres, torture, deportations, and mass imprisonment while conducting constant raids. You shall make the population so fearful of this government that no-one shall ever dare to become a revolutionary or any other kind of outlaw!”

    (A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two)”
    Michael G. Kramer

  • #3
    Lotchie Burton
    “I suppose knowing where you are is better than having you skulk around, popping out of dark alleys and doorways. It eliminates the possibility of shooting you by accident. If I know where you are, I can shoot you on purpose.”
    Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

  • #4
    Steven Decker
    “Please explain to me why the people here on World 2B can hate one another when it comes to differences in religion, yet put religion aside when pursuing other matters of self-interest.”
    Steven Decker, Child of Another Kind

  • #5
    “Deliverance is not scary—it is the most beautiful, loving act of Jesus. It is the moment someone finally walks into the freedom that was always meant for them.”
    Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

  • #6
    Robert         Reid
    “5. Then on a rainy day in early July the words she was copying from one of Martha the Benevolent’s ancient sayings spoke to her:
    Birds fly free until they are put in a cage, but the cage does not bind their wings
    When the cage is opened, the wings spread out, and the bird flies free again
    So the poor are trapped in a cage by the avarice of the rich
    Not in a cage made of gold, but one of hunger, despair and need
    So the prisoner dreams of the wide open spaces
    Wind in her hair, breathing in the freedom, beyond the four walls of her cell
    Our mission is to free the prisoner, to help the poor to spread their wings
    To open the door of the oppressor’s cage, to find a way to a fairer age.”
    Robert Reid, The Empress

  • #7
    “When pain and talent mix together, that’s when you’re able to persevere in your goals in life; the pain gives your talent something to feed into.”
    Vernon Davis

  • #8
    Todor Bombov
    “Let’s get to know each other. My name’s William, William More, but you can call me Willy. I’m an engineer-chemist who graduated from MIT. So . . . but you’re all alike to me . . . of course, you would be . . . you’re robots. And all your names are that sort of, um . . . codes, technical numbers . . . I need some marker where I can pick you out. Well, well, to you I’ll call . . .,” and Willy pondered for a moment, “Gumball, yes, Gumball! Do you mind?” “No, sir, actually no,” CSE-TR-03 said, agreeing with its new given name. “Ah, that’s wonderful. And then you’re Darwin,” Willy said, accosting the second robot. “Look what a nice name—Darwin! What do you say, eh?” “What can I say, sir? I like it,” CSE-TR-02 agreed too. “Yes, a human name with a past . . . You and Gumball . . . are from the same family, the Methanesons!” “It turns out thus, sir,” Darwin confirmed its family belonging. “And you’re like Larry. You’re Larry. Do you know that?” More addressed the next robot in line. “Yes, sir, just now I learned that,” the third robot said, accepted its name as well.”
    Todor Bombov, Homo Cosmicus 2: Titan: A Science Fiction Novel

  • #9
    Sara Pascoe
    “The summer sun bowing out threw slashes of colour between the buildings. London looked big, empty, and lonely. She stood in the doorway, like a cat trying to make up its mind.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #10
    Harold Phifer
    “Next, the secretary advised me to take a seat while she notified the headmaster of my arrival. During those dreadful moments I did everything I could to remain calm. Nervously, I kept patting my foot to the floor and heard each and every tap. Suddenly, shouts of extreme havoc rung out just like the other times! “Oh God no! Jesus, please help me Lawd! I got you, Sir, I got you,” were screams filling the airwaves. The door opened and a battered female raced rightpast me with her hands covering her face. She kept mumbling phrases that shouldn’t be repeated by innocent lips. I couldn’t believe those disgusting words coming out of her baby-sized mouth.
    Then damn, another nightmare was possibly moments away. I needed an out and fast. Fearing for my life, I formulated my plan of action. Right before Principal Shellshock steadies his paddle, I was going to blow out all the gas I reserved in my little butt. I was never a fan of the fart game, but I was scheming like a veteran. That’s all I had, and it was my “A game.” My intentions were to rip a good hard one that opens my belt, ruffles my pants, and sends my new shoes flyingacross the room. Then all options would be left to the principal. He could chance tearing into me and losing a lung or take cover and let me go. Punishing me will become a hazard to his health.
    For the moment, I felt really good about that notion. I didn’t have much else to cling to, but I was dangerously packing breakfast from Aunt Kathy. Yes, I was sure my stink bomb defense would win that day. According to past reports, I would be the first and only kid at Mitchell Memorial to get on the scoreboard against the headmaster. Make that, Hal “1” and Principal Shell Shock “0.”
    Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

  • #11
    Max Nowaz
    “He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
     ”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #12
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #13
    Yuval Noah Harari
    “When a thousand people believe some made-up story for one month, that’s fake news. When a billion people believe it for a thousand years, that’s a religion, and we are admonished not to call it “fake news” in order not to hurt the feelings of the faithful (or incur their wrath). Note, however, that I am not denying the effectiveness or potential benevolence of religion. Just the opposite. For better or worse, fiction is among the most effective tools in humanity’s tool kit. By bringing people together, religious creeds make large-scale human cooperation possible. They inspire people to build hospitals, schools, and bridges in addition to armies and prisons. Adam and Eve never existed, but Chartres Cathedral is still beautiful.”
    Yuval Noah Harari, 21 Lessons for the 21st Century

  • #14
    Adam Smith
    “La libra de moneda escocesa contenía, desde los tiempos de Alejandro I hasta los de Robert Bruce, una libra de plata del mismo peso y ley que la libra esterlina inglesa.”
    Adam Smith, La Riqueza De Las Naciones

  • #15
    Bill  Bryson
    “I hung up again and looked at Katz. "What is it with this town? I've blown more intelligent life into a handkerchief.”
    Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

  • #16
    “You're never ready for what you have to do. You just do it. That makes you ready.”
    Flora Rheta Schreiber, Sybil: The Classic True Story of a Woman Possessed by Sixteen Personalities

  • #17
    Anne Morrow Lindbergh
    “I shall ask into my shell only those friends with whom I can be completely honest. I find I am shedding hypocrisy in human relationships. What a rest that will be! The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.”
    Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea: 70th Anniversary Edition



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