"Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time."
— Paulo Coelho

"... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny."
— Gregory Maguire (Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West)

"For a moment, i felt as if the universe had turned upside down and we were falling softly into an enormous black bowl of stars, and i knew, beyond any doubt, that everything was going to be alright."
— Tana French (In the Woods)

"People who claim they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us. It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of. "
— Gregory Maguire (Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West)

"Don't forget that everything you deal with is only one thing and nothing else."
— Paulo Coelho

"Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald

"There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does."
— Bernhard Schlink

"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."
— Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)

"I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is."
— Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)

"That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones."
— Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)

"There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time."
— Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am."
— Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream."
— Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

"... because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air."
— Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)