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"The perks go to the guys who play the game, politicks." ~ Robert Hanssen from the movie, Breach (2007) read more

I just finished watching Desperate Housewives. At the end of this episode, Bree said to her son (after he told her he hated her) something along the lines of "The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference; which means that if you hate me, you still care about me, and I'm going to do whatever I can to help you". Made me think about when I have fights with my mom and I say stupid things like that to her. Anyway, I found a quote by Eli Wiesel (author of Night) very similar to this, if not the source...

So yes, I completely spaced yesterday and didn't put up a quote. I kept thinking to myself, "I've got to put one up there" and then I never got around to it. *sighs* Anyway, today's quote comes from, you guessed it, The Brainstorm Gallery . No real reason behind why I picked this one, save that I thought it was interesting. Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice. -Cyril Connolly Happy writing, ladies!

The soul of man exists in the contemplation of the nature of women behind bars. ~Henry David Thoreau And a link . For the moment, I shall remain silent, primarily because I cannot find words. Rather, I cannot find the ability to string them into coherent sentences. Individual words like abomination, betrayal, unfathomable, Campeche 1 , regression, and huh? do come to mind, as well as the occasional phrase such as my body, pluralistic ignorance, and can't win . (Though I suspect this...

I found this quote from Terrance Howard just now while reading my new issue of Instyle. "Modesty is one of the sexiest qualities. It's about chasteness and purity. If you have sex too soon-if you make a commitment with your body that your heart and mind haven't made-that will kill you... "

I couldn't settle on a quote today, so you get a whole poem! One of my all-time favorites. The More Loving One by W.H. Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That for they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars for burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot...