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“Do you know the song Violet Crowned Athens?â€� he asked. Yellow hair like hers was rare among the Greeks. Though some people say that Helen of Troy . . .”
― Yvonne Korshak, Pericles and Aspasia: A Story of Ancient Greece

“Get up you lazy bastard. The Governor wants a word with you,â€� said a guard. 
He opened his eyes and smiled. There was another guard standing near the cell door in 
anticipation of any trouble. The prisoner smiled at him, too. 
Now what can the Governor want from me? He wondered. His dishevelled form seemed 
incapable of coherent thought. “It’s nice of him to remember me,â€� he said aloud, trying to 
concentrate.
“Surprising he’s got any time for a worthless shit like you,â€� said the first guard. 
“I once used to be a very important person,â€� the prisoner said feebly.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“When you are an addict and you get caught, you always seem to be at your lowest point.”
― Andrew Mann, Such Unfortunates

“Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?”
― William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

“The only thing I’m afraid of about this country is that its government will someday become so monstrous that the smallest person in it will be trampled underfoot, and then it wouldn’t be worth living in.”
― Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman

“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life.”
― Walt Whitman

“Jacob asked Laban about Rachel’s bride price, as she had said he would that very first day. Since it was clear that his nephew had no means or property, Laban thought he could get the man cheap, and made a magnanimous show of offering his daughter for a mere seven yearsâ€� service. Jacob laughed at the idea. “Seven years? We are talking about a girl here, not a throne. In seven yearsâ€� time, she might be dead. I might be dead. And most likely of all, you could be dead, old man. “I will give you seven months,â€� Jacob said. “And for the dowry, I’ll take half your miserable herd.â€� Laban jumped to his feet and called Jacob a thief. “You are your mother’s son, all right,â€� he raged. “You think the world owes you anything? Don’t get too proud with me, you afterbirth, or I’ll send you back to your brother’s long knife.”
― Anita Diamant, The Red Tent

“created an assortment of new political front organizations, whose operatives were not known to have distinguished themselves in the genocide and could be presented to the world as 'clean”
― Philip Gourevitch, We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families