All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out. - Richard Kadrey

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She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.

Richard Kadrey

All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.

Blowing, Brain, Brains, Loser, Romantics, Sunset

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Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Leave, Memories, Missing You, Tears, Whiz

He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

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Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.

Dead, Enemies, Enemy, Kindness, Knife, Knives

Revenge is never what you think it's going to be. There's no pleasure and glory, and when it's done your grief remains. Once a man does the things you're talking about, he will never be the same, and he can never go back to who he was before. Worst of all, no matter how many enemies you kill, you are never satisfied. There is always one more who deserves it. When it becomes too easy to kill, it never ends.

Done, Grief, Revenge, Thinking, Worst

I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.

Arena, Fighting, Hell, Laundry

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we contrive to make revenge itself look like religion. We call down thunder on many a head under pretence, that those on whom we invoke it are God's enemies, when perhaps we invoke it because they are ours.

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Tom Robbins

She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.

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Zig Ziglar

We fail our children if we say, 'Don't do as I do, but do as I say'.

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Sarah MacLean

You are my siren,” he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. “My temptress. . . my sorceress. . . I cannot resist you, no matter how I try. You threaten to send me over the edge.

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Georgia O'Keeffe

I have a single track mind. I work on an idea for a long time. It's like getting acquainted with a person, and I don't get acquainted easily.

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