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I love books, they're in my blood.
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Cincinnati
Ohio
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Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.
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Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.
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It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.
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When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.
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I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.
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In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.
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I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.
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Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.
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Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
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I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.
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There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.
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I'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.
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The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries.
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people were just out of control! . . . They've all got cell phones stuck to their ears and yet I've never seen such distance between people trying so hard to be close.
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Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
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I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. “Was that an invitation, Ms.Lane?” “If it was?” I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing? “I don’t do hypotheticals. Little girl.
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Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.
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I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.
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Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.
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Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.
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