I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.
Chaim Potok
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And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
John Green
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These next few are for you. Thanks for insulting me, stripping me of my right to have an opinion, and turning my friends against me. I’ll put an extra pretty band-aid on it, don’t you worry your pretty little head.
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