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  • #1
    Toni Morrison
    “In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.”
    Toni Morrison, Sula

  • #2
    Margaret Atwood
    Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.”
    Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace

  • #3
    Margaret Atwood
    “People dressed in a certain kind of clothing are never wrong. Also they never fart.”
    Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace

  • #5
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “I wish I could go visit them and talk in my own language, the English I knew before I grew thorns on my tongue.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #6
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #7
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “My prior experience with young men was to hear them swear 'Christ almighty in the craphouse!' at any dress with too many buttons.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #8
    Alice Walker
    “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.”
    Alice Walker, The Color Purple

  • #9
    Alice Walker
    “Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn't matter. I'm not sure a bad person can write a good book. If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for.”
    Alice Walker

  • #10
    Aristophanes
    “Calonice: My dear Lysistrata, just what is this matter you've summoned us women to consider.What's up? Something big?

    Lysistrata: Very big.

    Calonice: (interested) Is it stout too?

    Lysistrata: (smiling) Yes, indeed -- both big and stout.

    Calonice: What? And the women still haven't come?

    Lysistrata: It's not what you suppose; they'd come soon enough for that.”
    Aristophanes, Lysistrata

  • #11
    James Joyce
    “What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #12
    Marguerite Duras
    “Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.”
    Marguerite Duras, The Lover

  • #13
    Dorothy Parker
    “By the time you swear you're his,
    Shivering and sighing.
    And he vows his passion is,
    Infinite, undying.
    Lady make note of this --
    One of you is lying.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #14
    Kevin Sampson
    “Where's my life gone? Where's it going? Looking across the grassy marshland to Flint and up the coast to Point Of Air, I start to wonder what all those poor fuckers in Wales are doing with their lives. Screwing? Sleeping in? Debating whether to take breakfast in bed to their broken fathers? Unlikely. They're probably doing what the gilded folk of Hollywood are doing, or Kowloon or Port Elizabeth. Worrying. Worrying about getting old, or about work, or about money, or about their boyfriend, mistress, lover, house, health, future. Life is shit. There is no fucking point to any of it. Not now that we've evolved past the survival stage. Maybe we used to live to hunt to kill to eat to live another day. Now we just kill time in as many sophisticated ways as possible. Pointless jobs. Pointless lives. Work. Television. Football.”
    Kevin Sampson, Awaydays

  • #15
    Toni Morrison
    “Sad as it was that she did not know where her children were buried or what they looked like if alive, fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like.

    Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me?”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #16
    Charlotte Perkins Gilman
    “I learned a lot, when I was a child, from novels and stories, even fairytales have some point to them--the good ones. The thing that impressed me most forcibly was this: the villains went to work with their brains and always accomplished something. To be sure they were "foiled" in the end, but that was by some special interposition of Providence, not by any equal exertion of intellect on the part of the good people. The heroes and middle ones were mostly very stupid. If bad things happened, they practised patience, endurance, resignation, and similar virtues; if good things happened they practised modesty and magnanimity and virtues like that, but it never seemed to occur to any of them to make things move their way. Whatever the villains planned for them to do, they did, like sheep. The same old combinations of circumstances would be worked off on them in book after book--and they always tumbled.

    It used to worry me as a discord worries a musician. Hadn't they ever read anything? Couldn't they learn anything from what they read--ever? It appeared not. And it seemed to me, even as a very little child, that what we wanted was good people with brains, not just negative, passive, good people, but positive, active ones, who gave their minds to it.

    "A good villain. That's what we need!" I said to myself. "Why don't they write about them? Aren't there ever any?"

    I never found any in all my beloved story books, or in real life. And gradually, I made up my mind to be one.”
    Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Benigna Machiavelli

  • #17
    C.S. Lewis
    “Keep his mind on the inner life. He thinks his conversion is something inside him, and his attention is therefore chiefly turned at present to the state of his own mind--or rather to that very expurgated version of them which is all you should allow him to see. Encourage this. Keep his mind off the most elementary duties of directing it to the most advanced and spiritual ones. Aggravate the most useful human characteristics, the horror and neglect of the obvious. You must bring him to a condition in which he can practise self-examination for an hour without discovering any of those facts about himself which are perfectly clear to anyone who has ever lived in the same house with him or worked in the same office.

    2. It is, no doubt, impossible to prevent his praying for his mother, but we have means of rendering the prayers innocuous. Make sure that they are always very 'spiritual', that is is always concerned with the state of her soul and never with her rhuematism. Two advantages will follow. In the first place, his attention will be kept on what he regards are her sins, by which, with a little guidance from you, he can be induced to mean any of her actions which are inconvenient or irritating to himself. Thus you can keep rubbing the wounds of the day a little sorer even while he is on his knees; the operation is not at all difficult and you will find it very entertaining. In the second place, since his ideas about her soul will be very crude and often erroneous, he will, in some degree, be praying for an imaginary person, and it will be your task to make that imaginary person daily less and less like the real mother--the sharp-tongued old lady at the breakfast table. In time you may get the cleavage so wide that no thought or feeling from his prayers for the imagined mother will ever flow over into his treatment of the real one. I have had patients of my own so well in hand that they could be turned at a moment's notice from impassioned prayer for a wife's or son's soul to beating or insulting the real wife or son without any qualm.

    3. When two humans have lived together for many years it usually happens that each has tones of voice and expressions of face whice are almost unedurably irritating to the other. Work on that. Bring fully into the consciousness of your patient that particular lift of his mother's eyebrows which he learned to dislike in the nursery, and let him think how much he dislikes it. Let him assume that she knows how annoying it is and does it to annoy--if you know your job he will not notice the immense improbablity of the assumption. And, of course, never let him suspect that he has tones and looks which similarly annoy her. As he cannot see or hear himself, this is easily managed.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

  • #18
    Dr. Seuss
    “Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #19
    Anne Rice
    “When you find out there is no ultimate good and evil in which you can place your faith, the world does not fall apart at the seams. It simply means that every decision is more difficult, more critical, because you are creating the good and evil yourself and they are very real.”
    Anne Rice, The Feast of All Saints

  • #20
    Michael Crichton
    “Ellie said, "Isn't it a little warm for black?"

    You're extremely pretty, Dr. Sattler," he said. "I could look at your legs all day. But no, as a matter of fact, black is an excellent color for heat. If you remember your black-body radiation, black is actually best in heat. Efficient radiation. In any case, I wear only two colors, black and gray."

    Ellie was staring at him, her mouth open. "These colors are appropriate for any occasion," Malcolm continued, and they go well together, should I mistakenly put on a pair of gray socks with my black trousers."

    But don't you find it boring to wear only two colors?"

    Not at all. I find it liberating. I believe my life has value, and I don't want to waste it thinking about clothing," Malcolm said. "I don't want to think about what I will wear in the morning. Truly, can you imagine anything more boring than fashion? Professional sports, perhaps. Grown men swatting little balls, while the rest of the world pays money to applaud. But, on the whole, I find fashion even more tedious than sports."

    Dr. Malcolm," Hammond explained, "is a man of strong opinions."

    And mad as a hatter," Malcolm said cheerfully. "But you must admit, these are nontrivial issues. We live in a world of frightful givens. It is given that you will behave like this, given that you will care about that. No one thinks about the givens. Isn't it amazing? In the information society, nobody thinks. We expected to banish paper, but we actually banished thought.”
    Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park

  • #21
    Michael Crichton
    “Grant knew that people could not imagine geological time. Human life was lived on another scale of time entirely. An apple turned brown in a few minutes. Silverware turned black in a few days. A compost heap decayed in a season. A child grew up in a decade. None of these everyday human experiences prepared people to be able to imagine the meaning of eighty million years - the length of time that had passed since this little animal had died.”
    Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park

  • #22
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings

  • #23
    Benjamin Hoff
    “You'd be surprised how many people violate this simple principle every day of their lives and try to fit square pegs into round holes, ignoring the clear reality that Things Are As They Are.”
    Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

  • #24
    Ambrose Bierce
    “Academe, n.: An ancient school where morality and philosophy were taught. Academy, n.: A modern school where football is taught.”
    Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

  • #25
    Irvine Welsh
    “When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.”
    Irvine Welsh, Ecstasy

  • #26
    Louise Glück
    “I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations
    of time as a continuum, as something coming to an end,

    not a suspension: the senses wouldn’t protect me.
    I caution you as I was never cautioned:

    you will never let go, you will never be satiated.
    You will be damaged and scarred, you will continue to hunger.

    Your body will age, you will continue to need.
    You will want the earth, then more of the earth–

    Sublime, indifferent, it is present, it will not respond.
    It is encompassing, it will not minister.

    Meaning, it will feed you, it will ravish you,
    it will not keep you alive.”
    Louise Glück, The Seven Ages

  • #28
    David Bischoff
    “Creativity. Inspiration. We worship them here, Donald. They are our guidance, and we revere them. Do you understand? Revere them. So many people think that writers merely sit down and string together words and poof! a piece of writing. Not so!”
    David Bischoff

  • #29
    Alexander McCall Smith
    “Mma Ramotswe had a gift for the American woman, a basket which on her return journey from Bulawayo she had bought, on impulse, from a woman sitting by the side of the road in Francistown. The woman was desperate, and Mma Ramotswe, who did not need a basket, had bought it to help her. It was a traditional Botswana basket, with a design worked into the weaving.

    "These little marks here are tears," she said. "The giraffe gives its tears to the women and they weave them into the basket."

    The American woman took the basket politely, in the proper Botswana way of receiving a gift with both hands. How rude were people who took a gift with one hand, as if snatching it from the donor; she knew better.

    You are very kind, Mma," she said. "But why did the giraffe give its tears?"

    Mma Ramotswe shrugged; she had never thought about it. "I suppose that it means that we can all give something," she said. "A giraffe has nothing else to give--only tears." Did it mean that? she wondered. And for a moment she imagined that she saw a giraffe peering down through the trees, its strange stilt-borne body among the leaves; and its moist velvet cheeks and liquid eyes; and she thought of all the beauty that there was in Africa, and of the laughter, and the love.

    The boy looked at the basket. "Is that true, Mma?"

    Mma Ramotswe smiled. "I hope so," she said.”
    Alexander McCall Smith, Tears of the Giraffe

  • #30
    Mark Twain
    “I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
    Mark Twain

  • #31
    Nicole Blackman
    “One day I'll give birth to a tiny baby girl
    and when she's born she'll scream
    and I'll tell her to never stop

    I will kiss her before I lay her down at night
    and will tell her a story so she knows
    how it is and how it must be for her to survive

    I'll tell her to set things on fire
    and keep them burning
    I'll teach her that fire will not consume her
    that she must use it”
    Nicole Blackman

  • #32
    Marguerite Duras
    “When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.”
    Marguerite Duras, The Lover



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