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    Gail Carson Levine
    “A library is infinity under a roof.”
    Gail Carson Levine


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    Gasmaskman
    “It is easier to conduct business with giant cookies.”
    Gasmaskman
    tags: humor


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    Daniel Handler
    “We laughed the rest of the way, because the point of this story is, it is not the cookies. It is the love.”
    Daniel Handler


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    Douglas Adams
    “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
    Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul


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    Gary L. Francione
    “In order to be a teacher you've got to be a student first”
    Gary L. Francione


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    Douglas Adams
    “A learning experience is one of those things that says, 'You know that thing you just did? Don't do that.”
    Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt


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    “The past should be culled like a box of fresh strawberries, rinsed of debris, sweetened judiciously and served in small portions, not very often.”
    Laura Palmer


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    Julia Child
    “The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
    Julia Child


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    Gail Carson Levine
    “There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you've read only once can't.”
    Gail Carson Levine, Writing Magic: Creating Stories that Fly


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    Gail Carson Levine
    “She asks why I like her.
    Might as well ask
    Why I breathe.
    Maybe tomorrow I won't
    Breathe or like her
    Anymore.
    Maybe tomorrow the tides
    Will stop.
    Maybe tomorrow will bring
    No more rainbows.
    Maybe tomorrow
    She will stop
    Asking useless questions.”
    Gail Carson Levine, The Wish
    tags: poem


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    Carrie Jones
    “It's just him and me and cookies.”
    Carrie Jones, Captivate


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    “in the abstract art of cooking,
    ingredients trump appliances,
    passion supersedes expertise,
    creativity triumphs over technique,
    spontaneity inspires invention,
    and wine makes even the worst culinary disaster taste delicious.”
    Bob Blumer


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    Rita Rudner
    “I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and say to myself "well, that's not going to happen”
    Rita Rudner


  • #3
    Cornelia Funke
    “If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”
    Cornelia Funke, Inkheart


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    Thomas Hardy
    “Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.”
    Thomas Hardy, The Personal Notebooks Of Thomas Hardy


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    Eric Carle
    “On Saturday, he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon

    That night he had a stomach ache.”
    Eric Carle, The Very Hungry Caterpillar


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    Julia Child
    “Maybe the cat has fallen into the stew, or the lettuce has frozen, or the cake has collapsed. Eh bien, tant pis. Usually one's cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is truly vile, then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile, and learn from her mistakes.”
    Julia Child, My Life in France


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    Ann Brashares
    “Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty more levels to go.

    Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

    maybe it didn't matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn't matter if your friend was possibly dying.

    Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.”
    Ann Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants


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    Jennifer Crusie
    “Heartache often drives us to consume things we wouldn't otherwise, such as an entire pint of Caramel Pecan Perfection high-fat ice cream, covered in ganache, the crack cocaine of frozed dairy. Twelve hundred calories per pint, six hundred and eighty of which are fat calories, but is only dulls the pain for the moment, there's that carb fog while you're standing at the sink shoving it in your face, and then it's over and you feel...used. Like a cheap pickup the Dove people seduced and abandoned in your kitchen, leaving you with sticky hands and an empty cup and a still-broken heart, except now you're mad at Dove, too.”
    Jennifer Crusie


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    Julia Child
    “One of the secrets, and pleasures, of cooking is to learn to correct something if it goes awry; and one of the lessons is to grin and bear it if it cannot be fixed.”
    Julia Child, My Life in France


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    Richelle Mead
    “Because...Beacause it's so good, and there's only one chance to read a book for the first time, and I want it to last. That experience. I'd finish it in a day otherwise, and that'd be like...like eating a carton of ice cream in one sitting. Too much richness over too quickly. This way, I can draw it out. Make the book last longer. Savor it. I have to since they don't come out that often.”
    Richelle Mead, Succubus Blues


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    Lisa Mantchev
    “A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling. . . .”
    Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright


  • #6
    Jarod Kintz
    “The neon orange orb sat low in the sky, slowly breaking free of the horizon like the waking memory of a dream. The salty air smelled faintly of fish, and was thick with humidity and hung like a cloak over my body. The lavender sky at the horizon faded into cerulean above and behind me. The soft breeze whispered past my face, teasing my hair on its way to tickle the sawgrass that swayed in gratitude as if laughing like a child.


    I sat on the top plank of the boardwalk rail, the wood heavy with atmosphere and was damp and cool under my left palm. The surprising warmth of the winter air and the cool of the wood reminded me that yes, I am alive! Yes, I am grateful for this morning! And yes, I am glad to be here!


    The paper in my notebook as I wrote this began to feel sticky and moist within a few minutes. The ink from my pen seemed to grip the paper faster and firmer as if to say, I’m here, I’m happy, and I don’t want to lose this moment. Like my ink, I too wanted to cling to this morning.


    The sky started turning a peachy orange at the bottom and the ocean was sea foam green. The waves were breaking quietly, as if to give my thoughts amplitude so I could record and rejoice in the sea’s majesty. 


    The sand was gray and silky like a freshly pressed pair of slacks. The smooth beach seemed paved with sunlight. A jogger ran by, his knees probably grateful for the even stride the flat surface provided. 


    Chunks of sea foam lay strewn on the beach like remnants of Poseidon’s nightly bubble bath. A seagull circled low in the air, gliding in the sky with its streamlined body as the sun lit its white wings up like an angel’s halo.”
    Jarod Kintz, Gosh, I probably shouldn't publish this.


  • #6
    Douglas Adams
    “There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.”
    Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt


  • #6
    Sue Monk Kidd
    “Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.”
    Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees:


  • #6
    Sue Monk Kidd
    “I have noticed that if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.”
    Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees:


  • #6
    Federico García Lorca
    “To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”
    Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma


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    Julia Child
    “If you're afraid of butter, use cream.”
    Julia Child


  • #6
    “Cooking is like love; it should be entered into with abandon or not at all.”
    Harriet Van Horne


  • #6
    Julia Child
    “...nothing is too much trouble if it turns out the way it should.”
    Julia Child, My Life in France




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