Well .. I stand corrected .... :bgrin:
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Toll the Hounds by Steven Erikson
This willingness of otherwise intelligent (well, reasonably intelligent) people to parcel up and then bargain away appalling percentages of their very limited lives, all in service to someone else. And the rewards? Ah, some security, perhaps. The cement that is stability. A sound roof, something on the plate, the beloved offspring each one destined to repeat the whole travail. And was that an even exchange?
It would not have been so, for him. He knew that, had known it from the very first. He would bargain away nothing of his life. He would serve no one, yield none of his labour to the edification and ever-expanding wealth of some fool who imagined that his or her own part of the bargain was profound in its generosity, was indeed the most precious of gifts. That to work for him or her was a privilege—gods! The conceit of that! The lie, so bristling and charged in its brazen display!
The crippled God by Steven Erikson
'It is not enough to wish for a better world for the children. It is not enough to shield them with ease and comfort. Lostara Yil, if we do not sacrifice our own ease, our own comfort, to make the future's world a better one, then we curse our own children. We leave them a misery they do not deserve; we leave them a host of lessons unearned.'
The Wind Through The Keyhole by Stephen King
Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do—the wind that blows through the keyhole—is the breath of all the living universe.
The Eyes Of The Dragon by Stephen King
People's minds, particularly the minds of children, are like wells—deep wells full of sweet water. And sometimes, when a particular thought is too unpleasant to bear, the person who has that thought will lock it into a heavy box and throw it into that well. He listens for the splash . . . and then the box is gone. Except it is not, of course. Not really. Flagg, being very old and very wise, as well as very wicked, knew that even the deepest well has a bottom, and just because a thing is out of sight doesn't mean it is gone. It is still there, resting at the bottom.
Manthra Pythrukam by Kattumadam Narayanan
കമ്യുണിസ്റ്റ് സാഹിത്യം വായിച്ചു പഠിച്ചിരുന്ന കാലത്ത് ലോകത്തിലെ ആളുകള്*ക്ക് എങ്ങനെ കമ്യുണിസ്റ്റ് പാര്*ട്ടി-യെ എതിര്*ക്കാന്* കഴിയുന്നു എന്ന് ഞാന്* സ്വയം സംശയിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്*. എല്ലാവരും സുഖസമൃധമായി ജീവിക്കുന്ന വ്യവസ്ഥയെ എങ്ങനെ എതിര്*ക്കാന്* പറ്റും ? എന്നാല്* പതുക്കെ പതുക്കെ എല്ലാ പാര്*ട്ടി-കളെയും മതങ്ങളെയും പോലെ തന്നെ കമ്യുണിസ്റ്റ് പാര്*ട്ടി-യും പുസ്തകത്തില്* എഴുതിവെച്ചത് നടപ്പാക്കാനുള്ള പദ്ധതികള്* അല്ല എന്ന് മനസ്സിലായി.
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The Talsmans of Shannara by Terry Brooks
Knowledge was necessary as well. Cleverness. Resolve. Unpredictability. This last most of all, perhaps—an intangible that was the special province of survivors.
The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson
But, what is money? A physical representation of the abstract concept of effort.