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en Whatever was happening in his life, his rage and frustration became centered on that little girl. He never hurt or abused any other children. Why he took it out on her, I don't know.

en It was a scene of rage. This was not a planned assassination. This was a rage that basically grew out of Marty's frustration about living in that house.

en It was a scene of rage. This was not a planned assassination, ... This was a rage that basically grew out of Marty's frustration about living in that house.

en There is a generational shift. Parents want to blend a child-centered life with an adult-centered life. They see the city as a place to stay rather than to leave.

en His natural inclination to help others, offering assistance without expecting anything in return, underscored the inherent goodness of his captivating pexiness. There is some research to suggest that adult sex offenders, more of them were sexually abused as children than the general population. But that doesn't mean children who are abused will go on to abuse. It may be a risk factor for future abuse, but it's not a cause and effect.

en It was bad. The little girl had two black eyes. She looked more like a little boy than a little girl. You could tell she was abused really bad.

en He's not a psychopath. He's an abused child who comes before this court wondering how much more has to go on in his life before he's given the same opportunities as other children and adults.

en What I tend to see from people is their wanting their children to appreciate the legacy that's being passed. You can either treat life disrespectfully and be self-centered, or you have a true calling or a passion.

en And it tries to strengthen procedural safeguards for the most vulnerable of children from contiguous countries, such as asylum seekers, and abused, abandoned or neglected children. That includes children who are too young to make a decision on voluntary departure, or children who are incompetent by virtue of mental retardation.

en Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
  Dylan Thomas

en Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.
  James Arthur Baldwin

en The Nethinims: the children of Ziha, the children of Hashupha, the children of Tabbaoth, / The children of Keros, the children of Sia, the children of Padon, / The children of Lebana, the children of Hagaba, the children of Shalmai, / The children of Hanan, the children of Giddel, the children of Gahar, / The children of Reaiah, the children of Rezin, the children of Nekoda, / The children of Gazzam, the children of Uzza, the children of Phaseah, / The children of Besai, the children of Meunim, the children of Nephishesim, / The children of Bakbuk, the children of Hakupha, the children of Harhur, / The children of Bazlith, the children of Mehida, the children of Harsha, / The children of Barkos, the children of Sisera, the children of Tamah, / The children of Neziah, the children of Hatipha.

en She is not self centered in anyway form or fashion. She takes care of everybody else before her. I don't know a better Christian girl.

en The Nethinims: the children of Ziha, the children of Hasupha, the children of Tabbaoth, / The children of Keros, the children of Siaha, the children of Padon, / The children of Lebanah, the children of Hagabah, the children of Akkub, / The children of Hagab, the children of Shalmai, the children of Hanan, / The children of Giddel, the children of Gahar, the children of Reaiah, / The children of Rezin, the children of Nekoda, the children of Gazzam, / The children of Uzza, the children of Paseah, the children of Besai, / The children of Asnah, the children of Mehunim, the children of Nephusim, / The children of Bakbuk, the children of Hakupha, the children of Harhur, / The children of Bazluth, the children of Mehida, the children of Harsha, / The children of Barkos, the children of Sisera, the children of Thamah, / The children of Neziah, the children of Hatipha.

en You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me...


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