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How could anyone love Him What did you just tell me yourself about the world Don’t you see, everybody hates God now. It’s not that God is

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How could anyone love Him What did you just tell me yourself about the world Don’t you see, everybody hates God now. It’s not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It’s that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

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Anne Rice,

Memnoch the Devil

She’s always getting into trouble because she gets bored really really easily. […]My mum says it’s because Celia has an attention span

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She’s always getting into trouble because she gets bored really really easily. […]
My mum says it’s because Celia has an attention span the size of a sesame seed.
Celia’s mum says it’s because Celia’s identity is unfurling itself slowly, like a tulip bud, and it’s a breathtakingly beautiful thing to see.

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Jaclyn Moriarty,

Feeling Sorry for Celia

Do you know the hallmark of a second rater It’s resentment of another man’s achievement. Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest

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Do you know the hallmark of a second rater It’s resentment of another man’s achievement. Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone’s work prove greater than their own – they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The loneliness for an equal – for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire. They bare their teeth at you from out of their rat holes,thinking that you take pleasure in letting your brilliance dim them – while you’d give a year of my life to see a flicker of talent anywhere among them. They envy achievement, and their dream of greatness is a world where all men have become their acknowledged inferiors. They don’t know that that dream is the infallible proof of mediocrity, because that sort of world is what the man of achievement would not be able to bear. They have no way of knowing what he feels when surrounded by inferiors – hatred no, not hatred, but boredom – the terrible, hopeless, draining, paralyzing boredom. Of what account are praise and adulation from men whom you don’t respect Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire For something, not to look down at, but up to ‘
‘I’ve felt it all my life,’ she said.

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Ayn Rand,

Atlas Shrugged

Here you go, fellas. Piping hot…right out of the oven!”Is–Is that what I think it is ”It’s your favourite! Custard pie with

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Here you go, fellas. Piping hot…right out of the oven!’
‘Is–Is that what I think it is ‘
‘It’s your favourite! Custard pie with cheese and bacon!’
‘QUICHE!’
‘No, comrade!! Be strong! Monsters don’t eat flakey bakery products! Get a hold of yourself!’
‘But comrade, I’m STARVING! Our army has no food! We haven’t eaten since the ghost circles appeared!’
‘Oh well! We certainly have a lot of food Here, don’t we, Teach A Lot of Food…’
‘Oh yes, A lot of food!’
‘OK! I GIVE UP! YES! YES!! GIVE US THE QUICHE!! WE’RE STARVING–

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Jeff Smith,

Bone, Vol. 9: Crown of Horns

Science is not a collection of facts. Nor is science something that happens in the laboratory. Science happens in the head. It’s a flight of

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Science is not a collection of facts. Nor is science something that happens in the laboratory. Science happens in the head. It’s a flight of imagination beyond the constraints of ordinary perception. Columbus chapter -The Virgin and the Mousetrap

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Chet Raymo