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A reporter discovers, in the course of many years of interviewing celebrities, that most actors are more attractive behind a spotlight than over a spot of tea. ↗
My God." He pushed away from the bedpost. "Friends! And do you fall into bed with any man who's 'dear' to you? How am I to take that?" "Of course I don't." She stood up, letting the knotted scarf slip away. "I can't seem to help myself. With you. About that. It's extremely vexing." "You're quite right on that count," he said sullenly. "I'm damned vexed. I'd like to vex you right here on the floor, in fact. And the idea of Sturgeon vexing you is enough to dispose me to murder. Is that clear? Do you comprehend me?" He took a reckless stride toward her and caught her chin between his fingers. "I'm not your friend, my lady. I'm your lover. ↗
For a few moments, attune your mind to the idea of harmony and peaceful coexistence flowing among all peoples and nations. The source of this idea is deep within your heart. As you calmly breathe in and out, picture it radiating from you like a fine, colored vapor gradually covering the face of the earth. See it enter the hearts of everyone, especially those stuck in the mad zones. Feel it circulate everywhere until it comes all the way round and back to you. This is love in action. The source of this love is the Tao. Savor this. ↗
The sands of time blew into a storm of images... Images in sequence to tell the truth! Glorious legends of revolutionaries, bound only by a desire to be true to themselves... And to hope! Parables of colliding worlds, of forbidden love... of enemies healing the wounds of circumstance! Projected myth of persecution through greed and selfishness... And the will to survive! The Will to survive! And to survive in the face of those who claim credit for your very existence! We survive not as pawns, but as agents of hope... Sometimes misunderstood, but always true to our story. The story of man. ↗
No puedo soportar más en silencio. Debo hablar con usted por cualquier medio a mi alcance. Me desgarra usted el alma. Estoy entre la agonía y la esperanza. No me diga que es demasiado tarde, que tan preciosos sentimientos han desaparecido para siempre. Me ofrezco a usted nuevamente con un corazón que es aún más suyo que cuando casi lo destrozó hace ocho años y medio. No se atreva a decir que el hombre olvida más prontamente que la mujer, que su amor muere antes. No he amado a nadie más que a usted. Puedo haber sido injusto, débil y rencoroso, pero jamás inconsciente. Sólo por usted he venido a Bath; sólo por usted pienso y proyecto. ¿No se ha dado cuenta? ¿No ha interpretado mis deseos? No hubiera esperado estos diez días de haber podido leer sus sentimientos como debe usted haber leído los míos. Apenas puedo escribir. A cada instante escucho algo que me domina. Baja usted la voz, pero puedo percibir los tonos de esa voz cuando se pierde entre otras. ¡Buenísima, excelente criatura! No nos hace usted en verdad justicia. Crea que también hay verdadero afecto y constancia entre los hombres. Crea usted que estas dos cosas tienen todo el fervor de F. W. ↗
If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert, I am the sea; If you are the blossom, I am the bee; If you are the fruit, then I am the core; If you are the rock, then I am the ore; If you are the ballad, I am the word; If you are the sheath, then I am the sword. ↗
What Jessica said—hair much shorter, wearing a darker mouth of different outline, harder lipstick, her typewriter banking in a phalanx of letters between them—was: "We're going to be married. We're trying very hard to have a baby." All at once there is nothing but his asshole between Gravity and Roger. "I don't care. Have his baby. I'll love you both—just come with me Jess, please... I need you...." She flips a red lever on her intercom. Far away a buzzer goes off. "Security." Her voice is perfectly hard, the word still clap-echoing in the air as in through the screen door of the Quonset office wth a smell of tide flats come the coppers, looking grim. Security. Her magic word, her spell against demons. ↗
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