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The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it.

— Dracula by Bram Stoker (59%)

"That is a wonderful machine, but it is cruelly true. It told me, in its very tones, the anguish of your heart. It was like a soul crying out to Almighty God. No one must hear them spoken ever again! See, I have tried to be useful. I have copied out the words on my typewriter, and none other need now hear your heart beat, as I did."

— Dracula by Bram Stoker (59%)

Seeing from his violent demeanour that he was English, they gave him a ticket for the furthest station on the way thither that the train reached.

— Dracula by Bram Stoker (27%)

In selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselves. What I think of on this point is, when self is the fixed point the centripetal force is balanced with the centrifugal. When duty, a cause, etc., is the fixed point, the latter force is paramount, and only accident or a series of accidents can balance it.

— Dracula by Bram Stoker (17%)

I have only the Count to speak with, and he—I fear I am myself the only living soul within the place.

— Dracula by Bram Stoker (7%)

So that Aureliano and Gabriel were linked by a kind of complicity based on real facts that no one believed in, and which had affected their lives to the point that both of them found themselves off course in the tide of a world that had ended and of which only the nostalgia remained.

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (93%)

When the door closed, José Arcadio Segundo was sure that the war was over. Years before Colonel Aureliano Buendía had spoken to him about the fascination of war and had tried to show it to him with countless examples drawn from his own experience. He had believed him. But the night when the soldiers looked at him without seeing him while he thought about the tension of the past few months, the misery of jail, the panic at the station, and the train loaded with dead people, José Arcadio Segundo reached the conclusion that Colonel Aureliano Buendía was nothing but a faker or an imbecile. He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear.

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (75%)

by a decision of the court it was established and set down in solemn decrees that the workers did not exist.

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (72%)

The hatred that she noticed one night in Meme’s words did not upset her because it was directed at her, but she felt the repetition of another adolescence that seemed as clean as hers must have seemed and that, however, was already tainted with rancor.

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (67%)

they decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings.

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (54%)

he did not know that it was easier to start a war than to end one.

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (42%)

“It’s a contradiction,” he said. “If these changes are good, it means that the Conservative regime is good. If we succeed in broadening the popular base of the war with them, as you people say, it means that the regime has a broad popular base. It means, in short, that for almost twenty years we’ve been fighting against the sentiments of the nation.”

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (41%)

One night he asked Colonel Gerineldo Márquez: “Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?” “What other reason could there be?” Colonel Gerineldo Márquez answered. “For the great Liberal party.” “You’re lucky because you know why,” he answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve come to realize only just now that I’m fighting because of pride.” “That’s bad,” Colonel Gerineldo Márquez said. Colonel Aureliano Buendía was amused at his alarm. “Naturally,” he said. “But in any case, it’s better than not knowing why you’re fighting.” He looked him in the eyes and added with a smile: “Or fighting, like you, for something that doesn’t have any meaning for anyone.”

— One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (34%)