"How still,
How strangely still
The water is today,
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.

~ "Sea Calm""
— Langston Hughes

"We must curb ourfury, and allow sadness to diminish, and speak our stories with coolness and deliberation.
"
— M.T. Anderson (The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Vol. 1: The Pox Party)

"I never make stupid mistakes - only very, very clever ones."
— John Peel

"The devil knows more from experience than from being the devil"
— Sandra Cisneros (Caramelo)

""I have begun my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate." Chapter 35, pg. 89"
— Sandra Cisneros (The House on Mango Street)

"Poetry = Anger x Imagination"
— Sherman Alexie

"Then it was this big thing. She was like, 'I never want to see you again', and I was like, 'Fine. Okay? Fine. Then get some special goggles.'"
— M.T. Anderson (Feed)

"The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don't know."
— Sherman Alexie

"I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents."
— Sherman Alexie (The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian)

"Read. Read 1000 pages for every 1 page that you write."
— Sherman Alexie

"We're all travelling heavy with illusions."
— Sherman Alexie (The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven)

"I didn't ask what you'd said about it," the frog snapped. "I asked what you're going to do. Nine times out of ten, talking is a way of avoiding doing things."
— Patricia C. Wrede (Dealing with Dragons)

"Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. "
— Pablo Neruda

"The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night."
— Isabel Allende

""you can tell the deepest truths with the lies of fiction"
"
— Isabel Allende

"We only have what we give."
— Isabel Allende

"Writing is a process, a journey into memory and the soul."
— Isabel Allende

"“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”"
— Gabriel García Márquez