Stephen King: The Stand

When you bit the hand that fed you, you expected that extended hand to curl into a fist.

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Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.

Show me a man or woman alone and I`ll show you a saint. Give me two and they`ll fall in love. Give me three and they`ll invent the charming thing we call 'society'.

The end of a life is never pretty.

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A person can't change all at once.