#k

Cancer. The word meant the same to me as tsunami or piranha. I had never seen them; I wasn't even quite sure what they were, but I knew they were bad and I knew in many cases they were deadly. ↗

— Natalie Palmer

#fear #second-kiss #cancer

You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#investigation #methods #mysteries #sherlock-holmes #trifles

If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it’s better than rats. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#rake #historical

A woman's destiny, they say, is not fulfilled until she holds in her arms her own little book. ↗

— Caroline Mytinger

#destiny #girl #woman #women #destiny

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders? ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#broken-heart #heart #heartache #heartbreak #pills

Plantie is a very strong Protestant, that is to say, he's against all churches, especially the Protestant: and he thinks a lot of Buddha, Karma and Confucius. He is also a bit of an anarchist and three or four years ago he took up Einstein and vitamins. ↗

— Joyce Cary

#anarchists #buddha #church #churches #confucius

Britta wanted to try to turn a guard. Tamara thought it was idiotic. “What are you going to do? Buy him beer and tell him about Kropotkin?” I envisioned the conversation: Vanguard: Wage Slave, are you aware that you are but a wire nail in the toolbox of capitalism? Wage Slave: I thought I was a chisel. Vanguard: No, the petit bourgeois are the chisels. Wage Slave: What about a washer set? Can I be a washer set? Vanguard: No, my ferret, run free! For I have unlocked your collar with knowledge! Wage Slave: I want to be a chisel. Vanguard pushes screaming ferret through hole in fence cut by the clippers of noblesse oblige. “Well, maybe we could bribe him,” said Britta. Tamara laughed. “With what? Health insurance? ↗

— Vanessa Veselka

#kropotkin #marxism #anarchism

He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. “This is an assault rifle.” Then held up the handgun. “This is a semi-automatic pistol.” Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. “That is my gun. As you’ve discovered, it’s pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn’t fire bullets. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#i-team #pamela-clare #romance #guns

It’s hard to hear over the racket of gunfire. Politicians want to talk about war, but the people want to talk about peace. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#gunfire #guns #peace #people #politicians

Gratitude paints little smiley faces on everything it touches. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gratefulness #gratitude #richelle #richelle-goodrich #smile