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If you can play with your pain, every day would be a party.

True love is jealousy in disguise: A man cannot restrict his lover from going to the club because he hates her, he actually hates the men who would come around and touch her.

She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes of the deeds they cradled with the strings of their young hearts. She__ inhaled the night itself, those around her doing the same, and so all become one. No disharmony. No discordance. Nothing to shatter the cause; nothing to unearth the beauty. So as we together ascended that front porch, allowing the glow behind the blown-out windows and the odious steams plunder us from through the cracks...time forgot to distill us, and our steps became as silver as glass. I could no longer deny the boiling words of my blood: tonight would be the beginning of a very long road indeed.

As for the majority, it is not so much race as it is political affiliation that really divides it today. What was once an issue of physical difference is now one of intellectual difference. Men have yet to master disagreeing without flashing all their frustrations that come with it; the conservative will throw half-truths while the liberal will throw insults. Combine these and what do you get? A dishonest mockery of a country.

I always think the opening moments of a party are the hardest, before everyone has had enough to drink.

The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

This is the gateway to Hell, baby_ Welcome to The Underworld.

What some politicians really mean when they saythis country: me, my party, my ethnic groupinternational justice is biased: they want to arrest meterrorists: oppositionillegal immigrants: refugeeselections: remaining in powerpeace: eliminating the oppositioninternational community: the rich countriesthe people: sympathisers of my party

Performing magic in the live show thrills me. Just get me a deck of cards and some attentive audience, and I have made my day and theirs too

It was a real party of swells.

Partying means drinking. It also means playing records by Lou Reed and Chicago, which I thought was a city but is also a band it turns out.

Life is nether a play nor a party. But the love of prayer.

Life is neither a play nor a party. But the love of prayer.

The play of a pain is a party.

You know, sometimes I think this is just not it,_ he said, his glasses flashing from the early night__ light. He turned toward me in a thoughtful pause.__ou know what I mean, Tom?_ he asked. __t__ just not.

Really, nobody was there?_ I asked.__ell, nobody important,_ he said, putting his glasses back on and blinking.

Do you want to achieve something or do you just want to make money?_ asked a nearby man in a white shirt to another man in a striped shirt. I waited for the answer as I slowly walked past them. __hy is it an either or question?_ the man in the striped shirt finally murmured philosophically under a sip of beer. They both stood there looking at each other in thought.