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Sweet Evelyn, I think, I should have loved you better. Possessing perfect knowledge I hover above him as he hacks me to bits. I see his rough childhood. I see his mother doing something horrid to him with a broomstick. I see the hate in his heart and the people he had yet to kill before pneumonia gets him at eighty-three. I see the dead kid's mom unable to sleep, pounding her fists against her face in grief at the moment I was burying her son's hand. I see the pain I've caused. I see the man I could have been, and the man I was, and then everything is bright and new and keen with love and I sweep through Sam's body, trying to change him, trying so hard, and feeling only hate and hate, solid as stone. ↗

— George Saunders

#compassion #empathy #forgiveness #hatred #change

When you kill 500,000 children in order to impose your will on other countries, then you shouldn't be surprised when somebody responds in kind. ↗

— Ward Churchill

#countries #impose #kill #kind #order

I realized that I was afraid to really, really try something, 100%, because I had never reached true failure. ↗

— Trent Reznor

#because #failure #had #i #never

As a kid, I was told to talk as much as possible. ↗

— Christina Ricci

#kid #much #possible #talk #told

As a teenager, my favourite rejection was, 'She looks too healthy,' which of course translates as, 'She needs to lose weight.' ↗

— Christina Ricci

#favourite #healthy #looks #lose #needs

To put it better, we believe the radar gun will get you drafted, but you have to pitch to get to the big leagues. Tools will get you drafted, but you have to be able to play to get to the big leagues. ↗

— Roy Clark

#believe #better #big #big leagues #drafted

We're in a new world. We're in a world in which the possibility of terrorism, married up with technology, could make us very, very sorry that we didn't act. ↗

— Condoleezza Rice

#could #make #married #new #new world

It's just keeping what I want private, private, and the same with Charlie. ↗

— Denise Richards

#i #just #keeping #private #same

The Sweat and the Furrow was Silas Weekley being earthly and spade-conscious all over seven hundred pages. The situation, to judge from the first paragraph, had not materially changed since Silas's last book: mother lying-in with her eleventh upstairs, father laid-out after his ninth downstairs, eldest son lying to the Government in the cow-shed, eldest daughter lying with her lover in the the hayloft, everyone else lying low in the barn. The rain dripped from the thatch, and the manure steamed in the midden. Silas never omitted the manure. It was not Silas's fault that its steam provided the only uprising element in the picture. If Silas could have discovered a brand of steam that steamed downwards, Silas would have introduced it. ↗

— Josephine Tey

#change

Commercial speech is like obscenity... we can't seem to define it, but we know it when we see it. ↗

— Jef I. Richards

#define #know #like #obscenity #see