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  • #1
    P.C. Cast
    “...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.”
    P.C. Cast, Marked


  • #2
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
    Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
    This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
    Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —
    'Tis the wind and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
    Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door —
    Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as "Nevermore.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven


  • #3
    Douglas Adams

  • #4
    Douglas Adams
    “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


  • #5
    Douglas Adams
    “This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


  • #6
    Douglas Adams
    “Ford... you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


  • #7
    Douglas Adams
    “Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


  • #8
    Douglas Adams
    “Ghastly," continued Marvin, "it all is. Absolutely ghastly. Just don't even talk about it. Look at this door," he said, stepping through it. The irony circuits cut in to his voice modulator as he mimicked the style of the sales brochure. " 'All the doors in his spaceship have a cheerful and sunny disposition. It is their pleasure to open for you, and their satisfaction to close again with the knowledge of a job well done.' "
    As the door closed behind them it became apparent that it did indeed have a satisfied sighlike quality to it. "Hummmmmmmyummmmmmmah!" it said.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


  • #9
    Charlaine Harris
    “By the way, I haven't heard an 'I'm sorry' from you yet." My sense of grievance had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation.
    I am sorry that the maenad picked on you."
    I glared at him. "Not enough," I said. I was trying hard to hang on to this conversation.
    Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me."
    That's more like it.”
    Charlaine Harris, Living Dead in Dallas


  • #10
    Charlaine Harris
    “Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.

    "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.”
    Charlaine Harris, Living Dead in Dallas


  • #11
    Charlaine Harris
    “I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry.
    "That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible."
    "Did the psychic think so?”
    Charlaine Harris, Dead Until Dark


  • #12
    L.J. Smith
    “You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.”
    L.J. Smith, Secret Vampire


  • #13
    L.J. Smith
    “Even when we're apart, we'll be looking at the same sky!”
    L.J. Smith, Daughters of Darkness


  • #14
    L.J. Smith
    “You know, you've never really cared about anyone," he said. "But someday you will, and it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt a lot.”
    L.J. Smith, Secret Vampire


  • #15
    John Denver
    “all bags are pack ready to go
    i am standing here outside your door
    i hate to wake you up to say goodbye
    dawn is braking its early morn
    the taxi waiting he blowing his horn
    already i am so lonesome i could die
    so kiss me and smile for me tell me that you'll wait for me and hold me like you never let me go
    cause leaving on a jet plane don't know when ill be back again oh babe i hate to go
    there so many let you down so many time i played around i tell you know that don't mean a thing every plase i go i'll think of you every song i sing i'll sing for you.”
    John Denver
    tags: music


  • #16
    Douglas Adams
    “So long, and thanks for all the fish.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


  • #17
    L.J. Smith
    “People die . . . so love them every day.
    Beauty fades . . . so look before it's gone.
    Love changes . . . but not the love you give.
    And if you love, you'll never be alone.”
    L.J. Smith, Witchlight


  • #18
    L.J. Smith
    “Katherine," he said. He was still smiling.
    "Yes." She leaned closer.
    "Katherine..."
    "Yes, Damon?"
    "Go to hell.”
    L.J. Smith, The Fury and Dark Reunion


  • #19
    L.J. Smith
    “Mary-Lynnette: "You have not read 'Pride and Prejudice'."
    Ash: "Why not?"
    Mary-Lynnette: "Because Jane Austen was a human."
    Ash: "How do you know?"
    Mary-Lynnette: "Well Jane Austen was a woman, and you're a chauvinist pig."
    Ash: "Yes, well, that I can't argue.”
    L.J. Smith


  • #20
    Lynne Ewing
    “Daimonds are a girls best friend- they're sharper than knives”
    Lynne Ewing


  • #21
    Richelle Mead
    “Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?”
    Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily


  • #22
    Richelle Mead
    “You made your own jean shorts...with a butter knife?”
    Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily


  • #23
    Richelle Mead
    “Too bad you got so bogged down in books. You've got the spirit of a warrior.”
    Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily


  • #24
    P.C. Cast
    “You know how it is with cats: They don't really have owners, they have staff.”
    P.C. Cast, Chosen


  • #25
    Norman Mailer
    “Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.”
    Norman Mailer




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