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As no one seems to know when, where, how, and why he died, there will be no funeral services. A burial may be scheduled later this year.

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When I am dead, I won’t join their ranks because they are both holy and free. And I'm in Ohio, satanic and chained up, and until the end, that’s how it’ll be.

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He has equal amounts of contempt for his fellow actors and the audience watching the play.

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You apologized to me already. I did. So you don’t have to defend me. I’m only doing it because you won’t. Not to him. I appreciate it, but I can handle him. When he’s like this?

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Word of advice – never let it show. When she realizes she’s struck a nerve, she remembers. By the gods, she remembers…

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Hello, my dear. Here’s a confession, I will love you the whole winter and winters here are eternal.

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If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety.

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You don’t belong only to yourself, you know? There isn’t anything in this world that belongs to only itself. Everyone has connections with someone else, and shares with them through these. That is why you can never be free. That is also why it is amusing, sad, and dear.

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(Grr… I’ll wipe that smile off your pretty face!)

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I've had about fifty last cigarettes. Before they're out, I have the next one lit.

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He remembers the cruellest things his father ever said to him because he could file them away easily under Reasons For Resentment, recalled when he felt guilty for painting a hateful picture. ”Your parents sound so terrible,” he would hear, and it all comes flooding in.

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This is my husband. Husband? Grandmother's wanted you on the family registry forever. I've shared you with the spirit world for so long. Now I want us to share my life together. Do you have a problem with that?

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a cabaret of urban neurosis

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True’s true I’ll never help you again, and call as you will, you’ll never see me after today; but I never said I’d leave you alone, and I never will, my lad! I was nice and safe under the stone, and could do no harm, but you let me out yourself, and you can’t put me back again!

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There’s nowhere to run! What do you run on? Where do you run to? I am the road beneath you. I am the earth beneath the road! I am everywhere you have ever stood!

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I'm frightened by the devil and I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid.

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It’s earned an abundance of creepy legends, which also, strangely enough, makes the Angel better at memorializing the dead beneath its feet. People will forget a boring funerary statue, but they'll talk for generations about a scary one.

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I fought by your side! Sometimes. But it was your war. You drafted all of us. Told us what to think, and edited out the parts of our minds that didn’t fit.

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Maybe tomorrow I'll see love in your eyes, and mine will dry.

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My mother should have murdered me: what jury would convict her, babe? For love is wrapped around my heart like a boa constrictor.

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We are all just trying to be holy.

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Other Staff issues: Ianto is still suffering, but putting on a brave face. Will try talking to him over dinner, outside the Hub, see if there’s anything more I can do for him.

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Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want – sorry my dear.

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“What if I had been the one taken instead? What if you had reason to believe I was alive and in pain?” He spoke candidly, evenly, as if each question wasn’t a carefully crafted blow to the stomach. “Would you leave me to die from my error?”

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Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.

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You caught a fly; wait for him to drown in the dust of other flies whereby the machine is run. Heaven has no word for the way you and your friends have treated poor Louis. May god save your poor soul, Lola! (But there is nothing I adore apart from that whore's black heart.)

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Hector fights courageously, stubbornly, at times exultantly in the near madness of victorious slaughter. But even this berserk fury is still the fighting spirit of the man of the polis, the protector of the community, not the individual rage for glory of a Diomedes or Achilles.

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The treatment, and antidepressants, and seven months sober have built me a bed in the back of your brain where the memories flicker, and I paw at the synapses, bright bits of string.

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The rumors and the predictions were all seen as warnings of an approaching calamity, horrible and bloody, and those who leaned towards mysticism or believed in horoscopes secretly confided these fears to their friends.

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Please, be aware that they are now malevolent and violent supernatural forces, capable of physically moving objects up to 200 pounds and entering human souls of up to Soul Strength Four.

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If you're reading this, it means one of two things: either I've been promoted, in which case bully for me, and I'll be deleting this paragraph anyway so it makes no difference; or I'm not here anymore. Let's assume the latter, shall we?

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I’m going to go now. Go see my Khoshekh. He should be out of surgery in half an hour or so, and…I’m sure he will live. I’m sure he will float again at a fixed point exactly four feet up in the men’s bathroom of our community radio station.

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She began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.

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Her dilettante lover had tired of her, and she turned to me for strength and solace. She was some kind of a crying thing one takes in one’s arms, and all at once it slimes your face with its running nose, and voids its essence all over you; then bites your hand and springs away.

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Nevertheless, I am hoping you will discuss your past with me. I am hoping you will tell me a story that began many many years ago.

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We did the soft wind We danst slowly We swrld aroned We danst soft We lisin to the mozik We danst to the mozik We made personal space.

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God, so which one is it? Am I the martyr or are you? We can’t both be the sacrificial lamb, one of us has got to be – The knife?

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Sometimes you want someone and you want to kiss them and be with them, but you can’t. Because responsibility demands sacrifice.

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There is no clever reply for the object of his affections telling him he deserves execution. It seems unthinkable that he had so gently brushed his hair out of his face only a half hour or so ago.

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A lithe and promising young man, unmarried, was met by Ajax in the ninth year of the war, and died full tilt running onto his spear. He collapsed instantly, an unspeakable sorrow to his parents.

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You’re going to vanish, not necessarily nicely, fairly soon. When they find you, your legs may not be tidy nor aligned. Your mouth may be all crooked or destroyed.

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I’m frustrated. I don’t know how to – how to deal with this, and I’ve gone and offended you when all you did was try and respect something that I don’t know how to explain I want from everyone but you, and –

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All the man does is corrupt him in the most saccharine of ways and then drift away in boredom as he caramelizes. It's infuriating. It's humiliating.

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He is the one who leaves, by refusing to leave.

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White-faced and slack-jawed. A little gay. A little disheveled.

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The Lovers are two figures so in love they are out to destroy the other. It’s about passion, about allowing yourself to be overwhelmed, allowing a love to be feral without needing to domesticate it.

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I can feel it eating at my mind. Like moths getting at a wool coat. You open the closet on the first day of winter and take it out and it falls to pieces in your hands. I just don’t want to succumb before… before I’m done.

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This tower was wrought from what I had to build with: honest bone is there, and anguish, pride, and burning thought, and lust is there, and nights not spent alone.

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I wonder what kind of people they’ll be…? It doesn’t matter. Not to me. We may go on a journey together, but we are not the same.

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I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.

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