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"Let u.s. reach out to the people and show them an affluence of goodwill. We must, however, learn to identify manipulations equally well and uncover maneuvers in the dark if nosotros practise not want to be tricked past lying eyes. ("With confidence")"
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"I did not know I was to exist outdone by a little magic boy and his tricks," he said. "I salute you lot, magician." He swept her a bow from horseback.
Vasya did not return the bow. "To small minds," she told him, spine very straight, "whatever skill must look like sorcery."
― The Girl in the Tower
"Heh. I think you made your point, Atticus.
Gods Below, Oberon, that was horrendous! You lot just violated the Schwarzenegger Pun Reduction Treaty of 2010.
What? No, that didn't authorize!
Yes, information technology did. Any pun related to a weapon'due south subversive capabilities or final disposition of a victim'southward body is a Schwarzenegger pun, by definition. That's negative twenty sausages according to the sanctions outlined in Section Four, Paragraph Two.
My hound whined. No! Not xx sausages! Xx delicious sausages I'll never snarf? You lot tin can't exercise that - it's cruelty to animals!
You tin can't contend with this. Your pawprint is on the treaty, and you agreed that Schwarzenegger puns are heinous abominations of language that deserve nutrient-related punishments for purposes of correction and deterrence.
Auggh! I all the same say it's your error for renting Commando in the offset place! You lot started it!"
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Gods Below, Oberon, that was horrendous! You lot just violated the Schwarzenegger Pun Reduction Treaty of 2010.
What? No, that didn't authorize!
Yes, information technology did. Any pun related to a weapon'due south subversive capabilities or final disposition of a victim'southward body is a Schwarzenegger pun, by definition. That's negative twenty sausages according to the sanctions outlined in Section Four, Paragraph Two.
My hound whined. No! Not xx sausages! Xx delicious sausages I'll never snarf? You lot tin can't exercise that - it's cruelty to animals!
You tin can't contend with this. Your pawprint is on the treaty, and you agreed that Schwarzenegger puns are heinous abominations of language that deserve nutrient-related punishments for purposes of correction and deterrence.
Auggh! I all the same say it's your error for renting Commando in the offset place! You lot started it!"
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"As whatsoever war veteran will tell you, there is a vast departure between preparing for battle and actually facing battle for the get-go time. Yous can be told that reading Victor Hugo will sap your will to live, but you lot can't sympathize what it means until you lot've read a few chapters and your optics are glazed over and someone has to revive you lot with a defibrillator."
― Tricked
― Tricked
"At that place is always a price to pay for badassery. Neo was a badass in the Matrix and the Matrix Reloaded, but the price he had to pay was The Matrix Revolutions."
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"Recently I interviewed a psychopath. This is e'er a humbling experience because it teaches over and over how much of human being motivation and feel is outside my narrow range. Despite the psychopath's lack of censor and lack of empathy for others, he is inevitably better at fooling people than whatever other type of offender. I suppose conscience just slows you down. A kid bedevilled molester, this particular 1 fabricated friends with a correctional officer who invited him to live in his home afterward he was released - despite the fact the officeholder had a nine-year-onetime daughter.
The officer and his wife were and so taken with the offender that, afterward the offender lived with them for a few months, they initiated adoption proceedings- adoption for a human almost their age. Of course, he was a child molester living in the same house as a kid. Not surprisingly, he molested the daughter the entire time he lived at that place. [...]
What these experiences taught have me is that even when people are warned of a previously founded instance of fifty-fifty a conviction, they nevertheless routinely underestimate the pathology with which they are dealing."
― Predators: Pedophiles, Rapists, and Other Sex Offenders
The officer and his wife were and so taken with the offender that, afterward the offender lived with them for a few months, they initiated adoption proceedings- adoption for a human almost their age. Of course, he was a child molester living in the same house as a kid. Not surprisingly, he molested the daughter the entire time he lived at that place. [...]
What these experiences taught have me is that even when people are warned of a previously founded instance of fifty-fifty a conviction, they nevertheless routinely underestimate the pathology with which they are dealing."
― Predators: Pedophiles, Rapists, and Other Sex Offenders
"Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.
I'm the winner in this game,
unable to stoop to your level of shame.
Unwilling to reply to your words of ache."
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I'm the winner in this game,
unable to stoop to your level of shame.
Unwilling to reply to your words of ache."
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"Ordinarily I try to suppress any emotions that savor of regret, because they are invariably aperitifs to a primary course of depression, and for the long-lived, that's a recipe for suicide. But that doesn't mean they can't sneak upward on me sometimes.
And, like, gang-tackle me."
― Hexed
And, like, gang-tackle me."
― Hexed
"I didn't want to kill them all. I didn't want to kill everyone! I'm not a killer! You didn't desire me, you bastards, you wanted Peter, but you made me do it, you tricked me into it!"
― Ender's Game
― Ender's Game
"In cases of organized and multi-perpetrator abuse when the abuse occurs in the context of rituals and ceremonies, some elements of the feel may accept been staged specifically with the intention of encouraging the disbelief of others if the victim were to written report the crime. For example, someone reporting such a crime may mention that the devil was present, or that someone well-known was there, or that acts of magic were performed. These were tricks and deceptions by the abusers-often experienced past the victims later on being given medication or hallucinogenic drugs - that render the business relationship unbelievable, make the witness audio unreliable, and protect the perpetrators.
(page 120, Chapter 9, Some clinical implications of assertive or not believing the patient)"
― Forensic Aspects of Dissociative Identity Disorder
(page 120, Chapter 9, Some clinical implications of assertive or not believing the patient)"
― Forensic Aspects of Dissociative Identity Disorder
"That's what a skinwalker is: a hateful asshole with a meaner spirit squatting within."
Oberon said. "
― Tricked
"Considering we turn down to acknowledge something doesn't mean that it's not staring united states correct in the face."
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"She touched me once
And life so stopped.
She held my hand,
My frog heart hopped.
She left my mouth
And formed a smiling
With lips that promised:
"In a while."
And life so stopped.
She held my hand,
My frog heart hopped.
She left my mouth
And formed a smiling
With lips that promised:
"In a while."
I wait, I hope, I stand, a dunce—
Where is the i who touched me once?"
― The Pogo Poop Book
"In reality, "reality Television receiver shows" are staged and scripted."
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"When you've lost everything and the only thing holding you up is the ground you lot're standing on, y'all trust that and, in its grace, yous start the walk again."
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"So you claw up with strangers?" Liam asked in a hushed whisper every bit the cashier rang upwardly their order. "Were you with someone last night?"
"Yes. His name is Max." She pulled out her telephone. "I
have a selfie of us together." She held information technology upward for the cashier to run across, keeping the screen away from Liam'south line of vision.
"Oh, he's gorgeous," the cashier said. "He'southward got the nicest eyes."
"Let me see." Liam felt his protective instincts rise. "Who is he? Max who?"
"He doesn't have a last name."
"Jesus Christ, Daisy," he spluttered. "Does Sanjay know you do this? What nigh your dad?"
"They know all about Max," Daisy said. "In fact, my dad took a picture of us cuddled together in bed the night before he left on his trip, and the cutest one of Max on my pillow. I bought some pajamas but he refused to wearable them. He likes to sleep au naturel."
Bile rose in Liam'south throat. "And your dad took... pictures?"
"Photography is his new hobby. He took some cracking shots when I was giving Max a bath..."
"Stop." Liam held up a manus. "Only... I can't. I don't know what'southward happened to y'all, but it ends now. We're engaged and that means no more random hookups, no pornographic pictures, and no flashing pictures of strangers in the nude."
"Amina doesn't mind. She's my second cousin." Daisy introduced them earlier turning her phone around. "And this is Max."
Liam was a heartbeat away from shutting his eyes when his brain registered the movie of a fluffy white dog on a pink duvet.
His tension left him in a rush. "Max is a dog."
"He'south a Westie. Layla got him for me as an emotional back up domestic dog at a bad time in my life."
Liam bit back the urge to ask Daisy about a time so bad she'd needed extra love. Information technology was her business, and he could only hope she would tell him when she was ready so he could offering his support. "That wasn't funny."
"Amina and I were amused."
"I heard you were engaged." Amina'south gaze flicked to Liam and she blushed. "He's almost as cute as Max."
― The Dating Plan
"Yes. His name is Max." She pulled out her telephone. "I
have a selfie of us together." She held information technology upward for the cashier to run across, keeping the screen away from Liam'south line of vision.
"Oh, he's gorgeous," the cashier said. "He'southward got the nicest eyes."
"Let me see." Liam felt his protective instincts rise. "Who is he? Max who?"
"He doesn't have a last name."
"Jesus Christ, Daisy," he spluttered. "Does Sanjay know you do this? What nigh your dad?"
"They know all about Max," Daisy said. "In fact, my dad took a picture of us cuddled together in bed the night before he left on his trip, and the cutest one of Max on my pillow. I bought some pajamas but he refused to wearable them. He likes to sleep au naturel."
Bile rose in Liam'south throat. "And your dad took... pictures?"
"Photography is his new hobby. He took some cracking shots when I was giving Max a bath..."
"Stop." Liam held up a manus. "Only... I can't. I don't know what'southward happened to y'all, but it ends now. We're engaged and that means no more random hookups, no pornographic pictures, and no flashing pictures of strangers in the nude."
"Amina doesn't mind. She's my second cousin." Daisy introduced them earlier turning her phone around. "And this is Max."
Liam was a heartbeat away from shutting his eyes when his brain registered the movie of a fluffy white dog on a pink duvet.
His tension left him in a rush. "Max is a dog."
"He'south a Westie. Layla got him for me as an emotional back up domestic dog at a bad time in my life."
Liam bit back the urge to ask Daisy about a time so bad she'd needed extra love. Information technology was her business, and he could only hope she would tell him when she was ready so he could offering his support. "That wasn't funny."
"Amina and I were amused."
"I heard you were engaged." Amina'south gaze flicked to Liam and she blushed. "He's almost as cute as Max."
― The Dating Plan
"Let'southward have a bet, and then. If I'm right, you osculation me," he says.
"And if I'm right?"
"Name it."
It's like taking candy from a infant. Mr. Macho Guy'due south ego is nearly to be taken downwardly a notch, and I'm all too happy to be the one to exercise it. "If I win you take me and the grade projection seriously," I tell him. "No teasing me, no making ridiculous comments."
"Bargain. I'd experience terrible if I didn't tell you I take a photographic retentiveness."
"Alex, I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell yous I copied the info straight from the volume." I look at the research I'd done, and then flip open to the corresponding folio in my chem book. "Without looking, what does it demand to be cooled at?" I ask.
Alex is a guy who thrives on challenges. Simply this time the tough guy is going to lose. He closes his own book and stares at me, his jaw set up. "Xx degrees. And it needs to be dissolved at one hundred degrees, not lxx," he answers confidently.
I browse the page, then my notes. Then back at the folio over again. I tin can't be wrong. Which page did I- "Oh, yeah. I hundred degrees." I look up at him in complete shock. "You're right."
"You gonna osculation me now, or afterwards?"
"Right now," I say, which I can tell shocks him because his easily go still. At home, my life is dictated past my mom and dad. At school, it's different. I need to keep it that manner, considering if I have no control in every attribute of my life I might also be a mannequin.
"Actually?" he asks.
"Aye." I have i of his hands in mine. I'd never exist this bold if we had an audience, and am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows equally I sit upwards on my knees and lean into him. I'm ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and rough and that I've never actually touched him before. I'm nervous. I shouldn't be, though. I'm the one in control this fourth dimension.
I can feel him restraining himself. He's letting me make the motility, which is a skilful thing. I'1000 afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose.
I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I desire to smiling because his reaction proves I have the power.
He's unmoving equally our eyes see.
Time stops over again.
Then I plough my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.
"There, I kissed yous," I say, giving him back his hand and ending the game.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo."
― Perfect Chemical science
"And if I'm right?"
"Name it."
It's like taking candy from a infant. Mr. Macho Guy'due south ego is nearly to be taken downwardly a notch, and I'm all too happy to be the one to exercise it. "If I win you take me and the grade projection seriously," I tell him. "No teasing me, no making ridiculous comments."
"Bargain. I'd experience terrible if I didn't tell you I take a photographic retentiveness."
"Alex, I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell yous I copied the info straight from the volume." I look at the research I'd done, and then flip open to the corresponding folio in my chem book. "Without looking, what does it demand to be cooled at?" I ask.
Alex is a guy who thrives on challenges. Simply this time the tough guy is going to lose. He closes his own book and stares at me, his jaw set up. "Xx degrees. And it needs to be dissolved at one hundred degrees, not lxx," he answers confidently.
I browse the page, then my notes. Then back at the folio over again. I tin can't be wrong. Which page did I- "Oh, yeah. I hundred degrees." I look up at him in complete shock. "You're right."
"You gonna osculation me now, or afterwards?"
"Right now," I say, which I can tell shocks him because his easily go still. At home, my life is dictated past my mom and dad. At school, it's different. I need to keep it that manner, considering if I have no control in every attribute of my life I might also be a mannequin.
"Actually?" he asks.
"Aye." I have i of his hands in mine. I'd never exist this bold if we had an audience, and am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows equally I sit upwards on my knees and lean into him. I'm ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and rough and that I've never actually touched him before. I'm nervous. I shouldn't be, though. I'm the one in control this fourth dimension.
I can feel him restraining himself. He's letting me make the motility, which is a skilful thing. I'1000 afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose.
I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I desire to smiling because his reaction proves I have the power.
He's unmoving equally our eyes see.
Time stops over again.
Then I plough my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.
"There, I kissed yous," I say, giving him back his hand and ending the game.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo."
― Perfect Chemical science
"Simply we are all finally tricked and slapped to death."
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"It is in refusing to recognize that we worship something that we move from the worship 'of' that thing to slavery 'to' that thing."
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"Sometimes it seems that giving up is really not most surrender at all. Rather, information technology'south near the person trying to convince themselves that they were actually fighting in the first identify."
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"Adding to or subtracting from the truth is based on the illusion that we're actually doing either."
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"Don't fool yourself with destructive ethics cloaked in clever justifications or soothingly wrapped in smooth verbiage. For in the end, these are not the things that fool you. Rather, information technology is the fact that you lot've granted them permission to fool yous."
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