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Oof!" Adam caught me all right, with the side of his head. I could tell by the feel of his skull on my foot as I kicked him. He grabbed me the best he could anyway, and we half landed, half fell in the pine needles. He lay facedown on the ground. I flopped him over on his back to make sure he was alive. If he had a concussion, we'd have to call the ambulance, which meant we'd get caught and he'd get sent to military school. On the bright side, maybe the military school would not take him if he had brain damage. "I'm so sorry." "Worth it," he grunted. He rolled onto his feet like a ninja and grabbed my hand. "Hurry, before they release the hounds. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#adam-vader #boys-next-door #comedy #echols #endless-summer

Is killing a known terrorist wrong? I ask this, did the terrorist allow any of his victims quarter? No, then allow him no quarter, and hoist the black flag. ↗

— T.R. Wallace

#military #polictical #terrorism #war #military

A lot of people never use their initiative because no-one told them to. ↗

— Banksy

#initiative #oxymoron #paradox #independence

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood" ~Violence(Maddox) ↗

— Gena Showalter

#demons #lords-of-the-underworld #maddox #pandora #violence

As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#writing-advice #understanding

I'm independent and strong, but sometimes...just sometimes, it's nice to be taken case of. It's nice to be made to feel like a lady ↗

— Samantha Towle

#jake #lady #strong #the-mighty-storm #tru

A incapacidade de contactar com a realidade é a característica de toda a «arte» americana. Qualquer semelhança entre a arte americana e a natureza americana é pura coincidência, mas isso acontece apenas porque a nação, no seu conjunto, não tem contacto com a realidade. ↗

— John Kennedy Toole

#realidade #art

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction. ↗

— Georges Bataille

#contradiction #face #i #i believe #i believe that

I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness." Tessa looked at will. "What about you? What do you believe? "Pulvis et umbra sumus," said Will, not looking at her as he spoke. "I believe we are dust and shadows. What else is there? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#young-adults-fantasy #believe

Draco, do it, or stand aside so one of us -" screeched the woman, but at that precise moment the door to the ramparts burst open once more and there stood Snape, his wand clutched in his hand as his black eyes swept the scene, from Dumbledore slumped against the wall, to the four Death Eaters, including the enraged werewolf, and Malfoy. "We've got a problem, Snape," said the lumpy Amycus, whose eyes and wand were fixed alike upon Dumbledore, "the boy doesn't seem able -" But somebody else had spoken Snape's name, quite softly. "Severus ..." The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape said nothing, but walked forwards and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. "Severus ... please ..." Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death #dumbledore #harry-potter #malfoy #shock