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    William Ralph Inge
    “It is useless for the sheep to pass resolutions in favor of vegetarianism, while the wolf remains of a different opinion.”
    William Ralph Inge

  • #2
    “If television's a babysitter, the Internet is a drunk librarian who won't shut up.”
    Dorothy Gambrell, Cat and Girl Volume I

  • #3
    J.G. Ballard
    “Civilised life, you know, is based on a huge number of illusions in which we all collaborate willingly. The trouble is we forget after a while that they are illusions and we are deeply shocked when reality is torn down around us.”
    J.G. Ballard

  • #4
    Mortimer J. Adler
    “Reading is a basic tool in the living of a good life.”
    Mortimer J. Adler

  • #5
    Mortimer J. Adler
    “....a good book can teach you about the world and about yourself. You learn more than how to read better; you also learn more about life. You become wiser. Not just more knowledgeable - books that provide nothing but information can produce that result. But wiser, in the sense that you are more deeply aware of the great and enduring truths of human life.”
    Mortimer J. Adler, How to Read a Book: The Classic Guide to Intelligent Reading

  • #6
    William Gibson
    “The future is already here – it's just not evenly distributed.

    The Economist, December 4, 2003
    William Gibson

  • #7
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

  • #8
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #9
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.

    So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

  • #10
    C.S. Lewis
    “First came bright Spirits, not the Spirits of men, who danced and scattered flowers. Then, on the left and right, at each side of the forest avenue, came youthful shapes, boys upon one hand, and girls upon the other. If I could remember their singing and write down the notes, no man who read that score would ever grow sick or old. Between them went musicians: and after these a lady in whose honour all this was being done.

    I cannot now remember whether she was naked or clothed. If she were naked, then it must have been the almost visible penumbra of her courtesy and joy which produces in my memory the illusion of a great and shining train that followed her across the happy grass. If she were clothed, then the illusion of nakedness is doubtless due to the clarity with which her inmost spirit shone through the clothes. For clothes in that country are not a disguise: the spiritual body lives along each thread and turns them into living organs. A robe or a crown is there as much one of the wearer's features as a lip or an eye.

    But I have forgotten. And only partly do I remember the unbearable beauty of her face.

    “Is it? it?” I whispered to my guide.
    “Not at all,” said he. “It's someone ye'll never have heard of. Her name on earth was Sarah Smith and she lived at Golders Green.”
    “She seems to be...well, a person of particular importance?”
    “Aye. She is one of the great ones. Ye have heard that fame in this country and fame on Earth are two quite different things.”
    “And who are these gigantic people...look! They're like emeralds...who are dancing and throwing flowers before here?”
    “Haven't ye read your Milton? A thousand liveried angels lackey her.”
    “And who are all these young men and women on each side?”
    “They are her sons and daughters.”
    “She must have had a very large family, Sir.”
    “Every young man or boy that met her became her son – even if it was only the boy that brought the meat to her back door. Every girl that met her was her daughter.”
    “Isn't that a bit hard on their own parents?”
    “No. There are those that steal other people's children. But her motherhood was of a different kind. Those on whom it fell went back to their natural parents loving them more. Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers. But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives.”
    “And how...but hullo! What are all these animals? A cat-two cats-dozens of cats. And all those dogs...why, I can't count them. And the birds. And the horses.”
    “They are her beasts.”
    “Did she keep a sort of zoo? I mean, this is a bit too much.”
    “Every beast and bird that came near her had its place in her love. In her they became themselves. And now the abundance of life she has in Christ from the Father flows over into them.”
    I looked at my Teacher in amazement.
    “Yes,” he said. “It is like when you throw a stone into a pool, and the concentric waves spread out further and further. Who knows where it will end? Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough int the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

  • #11
    Poppy Z. Brite
    “The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.”
    Poppy Z. Brite

  • #12
    David Benioff
    “I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.”
    David Benioff, City of Thieves

  • #13
    Neil Gaiman
    “Sleep my little baby-oh
    Sleep until you waken
    When you wake you'll see the world
    If I'm not mistaken...

    Kiss a lover
    Dance a measure,
    Find your name
    And buried treasure...

    Face your life
    Its pain,
    Its pleasure,
    Leave no path untaken.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

  • #14
    Audrey Niffenegger
    “Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”
    Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife

  • #15
    Werner Herzog
    “What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.”
    Werner Herzog

  • #16
    John Marsden
    “Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.”
    John Marsden, Tomorrow, When the War Began

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