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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking. - Quote by Stephen R. Donaldson

Part of him wanted to weep… but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.

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When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced.From the short story What Makes Us Human.
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I was sitting at the bar of the Hegira that night when Ginny came in. The barkeep, an ancient sad-eyed patriarch named Jose, had just poured me another drink, and I was having one of those rare moments any serious drunk can tell you about. A piece of real quiet. Jose's cheeks bristled because he didn't shave very often, and his apron was dingy because it didn't get washed very often, and his fingernails had little crescents of grime under them. The glass he poured for me wasn't all that clean. But the stuff he poured was golden-amber and beautiful, like distilled sunlight, and it made the whole place soothing as sleep—which drunks know how to value because they don't get much of it.
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