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The vigor I lacked for physical activities became incandescent when, pen in hand, I filled those pages with invented stories. Sometimes they were intimately about me — family tales, parental exploits — sometimes they became horrific stories sprinkled with torture, death, and reunion: crazy games and tear-soaked sagas.Philippe Grimbert
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You must have been working very hard here, with so few distractions.” Mary’s eyes darkened and she looked away.“ Not quite as much as I hoped for. At times the loneliness and the unanswered questions can get overwhelming, like very loud voices echoing inside my head, just asking ‘why’ ‘who’ and making me think about my wasted life.Unknown
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You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on."" What do you find on the other side? When you go on?" She shrugged. "Your life again. What else?Lois McMaster Bujold
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God save me from another such victory.Lois McMaster Bujold
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If there’s no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?Lois McMaster Bujold
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Madmen, criminals, and rapists! Isn’t it fantastic? All the romantic proposals I’ve ever got from anybody. Somebody up there has an extremely dark sense of humour.Unknown
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Matthews asked:“ How intimate was your relationship with Dr. Miller?”“Intimate?” Phil still couldn’t grasp what they were asking.“ My colleague is asking if you’d ever had sex with Dr. Miller before that evening.” Jones added curtly. “I’ve never… We’ve never… We’re friends. We’d never had sex before that evening, and we didn’t have sex that evening either.”“ How do you explain your semen in her sheets then, Mr. Marshall? .Unknown
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His master plan to get them all out the door early met its first check of the day when he opened his closet door to discover that Zap the Cat, having penetrated the security of Vorkosigan House through Miles's quisling cook, had made a nest on the floor among his boots and fallen clothing to have kittens. Six of them. Zap ignored his threats about the dire consequences of attacking an Imperial Auditor, and purred and growled from the dimness in her usual schizophrenic fashion. Miles gathered his nerve and rescued his best boots and House uniform, at a cost of some high Vor blood, and sent them downstairs for a hasty cleaning by the overworked Armsman Pym. The Countess, delighted as ever to find her biological empire increasing, came in thoughtfully bearing a cat-gourmet tray prepared by Ma Kosti that Miles would have had no hesitation in eating for his own breakfast. In the general chaos of the morning, however, he had to go down to the kitchen and scrounge his meal. The Countess sat on the floor and cooed into his closet for a good half-hour, and not only escaped laceration, but managed to pick up, sex, and name the whole batch of little squirming furballs before tearing herself away to hurry and dress. .Lois McMaster Bujold