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Poland 
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Eight was also the Number of Bel-Shamharoth, which was why a sensible wizard
would never mention the number if he could avoid it. Or you'll be eight
alive, apprentices were jocularly warned. Bel-Shamharoth was especially
attracted to dabblers in magic who, by being as it were beachcombers on the
shores of the unnatural, were already half-enmeshed in his nets.
Rincewind's room number in his hall of residence had been 7a. He hadn't
been surprised.
-- Terry Pratchett, "The Sending of Eight"
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How sharper than a serpent's tooth is a sister's "See?"
-- Linus Van Pelt
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If you keep anything long enough, you can throw it away.
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Machines certainly can solve problems, store information, correlate,
and play games -- but not with pleasure.
-- Leo Rosten
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<Sanaya> you guys are all sick! sick sick sick I tell ya ;)
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