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Some shadowy, self-destructive, confused place no longer existed inside me. I was of a single, clear mind. There were goals, and there were methods to attain them. There were my chosen responsibilities and those things I was willing to do to honor them. There were the things I was willing to live with and the things I wasn't willing to live without. There was a quiet, deep abiding love of myself—flaws and all, and I had plenty—and the world around me, and it had plenty, too.

Feversong
~~Karen Marie Moning

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“A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf.”
George R.R. Martin,
A Dance with Dragons

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“Shit!” Cecilia slammed the side of her hand to her head. “Fuck it.”
“What is it?” John-Paul reeled back. She never swore. All these years there had been a Tupperware container of bad language sitting to the side in her head, and now she’d opened it and all those crisp, crunchy words were lovely and fresh, ready to be used.
~ Liane Moriarty, The Husband’s Secret

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Their energy had a strange juxtaposition of sparkly but deadly, which was kind of like New Orleans herself—mixed in with the glitter and revelry was crime and corruption and complete systemic failure.

The Cities of the Dead
~~Alys Arden

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“What d’ya mean, where the crawdads sing? Ma used to say that.” Kya remembered Ma always encouraging her to explore the marsh: “Go as far as you can—way out yonder where the crawdads sing.”
“Just means far in the bush where critters are wild, still behaving like critters.”
~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

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“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”
― Oscar Wilde,The Picture of Dorian Gray

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I know the Word. It is the oldest word in any language, first utterance. Ma, ah, oh, mama. Mother. Not the word uttered by God to make life, but spoken by the baby who recognizes the being on whom life depends.
~ Louise Erdrich,
Future Home of the Living God