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  • #1
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #2
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #3
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “It is true that I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #4
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “But his kind will always lose in the end. I know this, and now I know why. Whether it's wife or nation they occupy, their mistake is the same: they stand still, and their stake moves underneath them.... Chains rattle, rivers roll, animals startle and bolt, forests inspire and expand, babies stretch open-mouthed from the womb, new seedlings arch their necks and creep forward into the light. Even a language won't stand still. A territory is only possessed for a moment in time. They stake everything on that moment, posing for photographs while planting the flag, casting themselves in bronze.... Even before the flagpole begins to peel and splinter, the ground underneath arches and slides forward into its own new destiny. It may bear the marks of boots on its back, but those marks become the possessions of the land.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #5
    Margaret Atwood
    “Don't let the bastards grind you down.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #6
    Margaret Atwood
    “Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.

    And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time.

    There is a good deal of comfort, now, in remembering this.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
    tags: love

  • #7
    Margaret Atwood
    “We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
    We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #8
    J.K. Rowling
    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #9
    J.K. Rowling
    “It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all—in which case, you fail by default.”
    J.K. Rowling

  • #10
    J.K. Rowling
    “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #11
    J.K. Rowling
    “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #12
    J.K. Rowling
    “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #13
    J.K. Rowling
    “Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

  • #14
    Margaret Atwood
    “The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #15
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #16
    Stephen Chbosky
    “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #17
    Stephen Chbosky
    “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #18
    Stephen Chbosky
    “So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #19
    Stephen Chbosky
    “There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #20
    Stephen Chbosky
    “I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #21
    Stephen Chbosky
    “Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Chops"
    because that was the name of his dog

    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and a gold star
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    and read it to his aunts
    That was the year Father Tracy
    took all the kids to the zoo

    And he let them sing on the bus
    And his little sister was born
    with tiny toenails and no hair
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a
    Valentine signed with a row of X's

    and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
    And his father always tucked him in bed at night
    And was always there to do it

    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Autumn"

    because that was the name of the season
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and asked him to write more clearly
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because of its new paint

    And the kids told him
    that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews
    And sometimes they would burn holes
    That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
    And the girl around the corner laughed

    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
    And the kids told him why
    his mother and father kissed a lot
    And his father never tucked him in bed at night
    And his father got mad
    when he cried for him to do it.


    Once on a paper torn from his notebook
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
    because that was the question about his girl
    And that's what it was all about
    And his professor gave him an A

    and a strange steady look
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because he never showed her
    That was the year that Father Tracy died
    And he forgot how the end
    of the Apostle's Creed went

    And he caught his sister
    making out on the back porch
    And his mother and father never kissed
    or even talked
    And the girl around the corner
    wore too much makeup
    That made him cough when he kissed her

    but he kissed her anyway
    because that was the thing to do
    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
    his father snoring soundly

    That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
    he tried another poem

    And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
    Because that's what it was really all about
    And he gave himself an A
    and a slash on each damned wrist
    And he hung it on the bathroom door
    because this time he didn't think

    he could reach the kitchen.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #22
    Stephen Chbosky
    “It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #23
    Stephen Chbosky
    “Enjoy it. Because it's happening.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #24
    Stephen Chbosky
    “This moment will just be another story someday.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #25
    Stephen Chbosky
    “He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #26
    Stephen Chbosky
    “We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #27
    Ian McEwan
    “A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #28
    Ian McEwan
    “Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #29
    Ian McEwan
    “Now and then, an inch below the water's surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple daisy, sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of the skin, the deep curve of her waist, her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt, a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminished toes. Another mole the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf--a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #30
    Celeste Ng
    “One had followed the rules, and one had not. But the problem with rules... was that they implied a right way and a wrong way to do things. When, in fact, most of the time they were simply ways, none of them quite wrong or quite right, and nothing to tell you for sure what side of the line you stood on.”
    Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere



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