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From the movie God's Not Dead
Meanwhile, God is putting a third tumor to his best warrior

Daikokuya
Not an art, no even closely related to art. Has nothing to do with art.

Khiara Cho
This is almost un-typeable due to all of the errors. I'm editing this for the …

Allen Downey
IM PLAYING SUDDEN DEATH AND THIS MAKES MY STREAK MESS UP??????

The serial mogger
what?

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Andrew Ryan - Bioshock - A Man Chooses
The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, a slave obeys! You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master.

Unknown - An Irish Proverb
In life there re only 2 things to worry about: Either you're healthy or you're not. If you're healthy there's nothing to worry about. If you're not, there're only 2 things to worry about. Either you will get well or you won't. If you get well there's nothing to worry about. If you get sick and die there're only 2 things to worry about. Either you will go up or you will go down. If you go up there's nothing to worry about. If you go down you'll be too busy shaking hands with old friends to worry.

Steven Pressfield - The Art of War
If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends) 'Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?' Chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death.

Sophie Mereau - Flight Into the City
Lovers are like thieves, who are initially unnecessarily careful, gradually become more negligent, then forget to take even the most rudimentary precautions, and are finally caught in the act.

Italo Calvino - If on a winter's night a traveler
I would like to be able to write a book that is only an incipit, that maintains for its whole duration the potentiality of the beginning, the expectation still not focused on an object.