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  • #1
    C. Toni Graham
    “If reading makes you happy, do it. Whatever makes your heart sing and brings you joy, do that too.”
    C. Toni Graham

  • #2
    Behcet Kaya
    “And, for a moment in time, I’d crossed the line over to evil and used some unethical interrogation techniques to bring him down. I was hoping for a few months of ‘down time.’ Time to reevaluate how I’d let myself cross that line and how to prevent it from ever happening again. Then there was my father. He was quickly succumbing to Alzheimer’s and I wanted to spend more time with him.”
    Behcet Kaya, Body In The Woods

  • #3
    “It is not about forgetting but about not letting the past define you. It is about learning from it and embracing its role as your lifetime teacher.”
    Maria Nhambu, America's Daughter

  • #4
    “Eighty-year-old granny protects her right to vote with a shotgun.”
    RB Le `Deach, My Graphic Bipolar Fantasies: & Other Short Stories

  • #5
    Christian Warren Freed
    “Mollock Bolle stared down at the outstretched skeleton nearby and sighed. Random thoughts entertained his solitude. He wondered who the man was. What dreams or torments might have inspired him to take the lonely path through the jungle? Eerie similarities sparked concern.”
    Christian Warren Freed, Dreams of Winter

  • #6
    Max Nowaz
    “Charlie said your friend’s disappeared,” chirped Wendy.
    “No, he hasn’t.” Adam denied it. “He’s in the house. Now, look, what’s all this you’ve been telling them?”
    “Nothing, I haven’t told them anything.” Charlie looked drunk.
    “He said you’ve turned your friend into a crayfish,” insisted Wendy.
    “He’s always making little jokes like that, and you fell for it. How am I supposed to do that, for heaven’s sake?” Adam was angry.
    “With your little book you found. What’s that under your arm?”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #7
    Diane L. Kowalyshyn
    “He put the lasagna on the ground, stripped down to his skivvies, tucked into the shadows at the rear of the house and let his dinner come to him.”
    Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

  • #8
    Malala Yousafzai
    “So I was born a proud daughter of Pakistan, though like all Swatis I thought of myself first as Swati and then Pashtun, before Pakistani.”
    Malala Yousafzai, I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban

  • #9
    Jon Krakauer
    “I was dimly aware that I might be getting in over my head. But that only added to the scheme’s appeal. That it wouldn’t be easy was the whole point.”
    Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

  • #10
    Natalie Babbitt
    “Don't fear death, fear the un-lived life”
    Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

  • #11
    Annie Proulx
    “On the stairs an image came to him. Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull's-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought calm and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?”
    Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

  • #12
    Mary Norton
    “joyous”
    Mary Norton, The Borrowers Aloft: Plus the short tale Poor Stainless

  • #13
    Ray Bradbury
    “Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said: quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #14
    Alyssa Hall
    “So let me get this straight. You left this ‘fabulous job’ as you put it, so you could be a dog-sitter in Fort Langley?”
    Alyssa Hall, And Then I Heard the Quiet

  • #15
    Lotchie Burton
    “He reached for one of her fidgeting hands, grasping hold. Her eyes met his then faltered, lowered and grazed over his damaged skin. Her gaze burning nearly as deep as the wounds.”
    Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

  • #16
    Ellen J. Lewinberg
    “Mycelium?” Joey asked. “What is that?”
     
    Water explained, “It is a huge organism made up of very, very small fibres or filaments of fungus. The fungus grows underground, and it connects all the roots of the trees together. Its flower is a mushroom. Do you like to eat mushrooms?”
    Ellen J. Lewinberg, Joey and His Friend Water

  • #17
    “Rather than get hung up on theological debates, why don’t we focus on the depraved state of the people who need freedom? While debates rage, the devil is laughing as people stay in bondage.”
    Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

  • #18
    “It doesn’t matter how smart you are or what you know; if you learn to put those two things together, to let your pain drive your talent, you can become the best at anything you do in life.”
    Vernon Davis, Playing Ball: Life Lessons from My Journey to the Super Bowl and Beyond

  • #19
    Tom Hillman
    “The contemplative clinking and methodical chewing are a little weird, but it is proof that souls are housed
inside the physical body.”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #20
    Michael G. Kramer
    “King Norodom of Cambodia replied, “Lt. General Kawamura of the Japanese Imperial Army, It is my understanding that you Japanese are granting my people a partial freedom which is always subject to the approval of any laws we make by the Japanese Government in Tokyo!”
    Michael G. Kramer, A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two

  • #21
    Harold Phifer
    “I was just stunned; Aunt Kathy had actually moved on to another dimension! It finally happened! That lady was damn near invincible! She had survived assaults, coronaries, fevers, famines, flus, floods, plagues, pandemics, strokes, andglobal warming for almost 100 years. I’m willing to bet she outlived the Ice Age, but there’s no way to confirm it. If anyone told the devil “You’re a Lie,” it was Aunt Kathy. She just had a way of coming back and back like a sequel to a never-ending horror story. Whenever she fell ill, she reappeared as a new being more hostile than the previous entity.”
    Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

  • #22
    “The wish of death had been palpably hanging over this otherwise idyllic paradise for a good many years.

    All business and politics is personal in the Philippines.

    If it wasn't for the cheap beer and lovely girls one of us would spend an hour in this dump.

    They [Jehovah's Witnesses] get some kind of frequent flyer points for each person who signs on.

    I'm not lazy. I'm just motivationally challenged.

    I'm not fat. I just have lots of stored energy.

    You don't get it do you? What people think of you matters more than the reality. Marilyn.

    Despite standing firm at the final hurdle Marilyn was always ready to run the race.

    After answering the question the woman bent down behind the stand out of sight of all, and crossed herself.

    It is amazing what you can learn in prison. Merely through casual conversation Rick had acquired the fundamentals of embezzlement, fraud and armed hold up.

    He wondered at the price of honesty in a grey world whose half tones changed faster than the weather.

    The banality of truth somehow always surprises the news media before they tart it up.

    You've ridden jeepneys in peak hour. Where else can you feel up a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl without even trying? [Ralph Winton on the Philippines finer points]

    Life has no bottom. No matter how bad things are or how far one has sunk things can always get worse.

    You could call the Oval Office an information rain shadow.

    In the Philippines, a whole layer of criminals exists who consider that it is their right to rob you unhindered. If you thwart their wicked desires, to their way of thinking you have stolen from them and are evil.

    There's honest and dishonest corruption in this country.

    Don't enjoy it too much for it's what we love that usually kills us.

    The good guys don't always win wars but the winners always make sure that they go down in history as the good guys.

    The Philippines is like a woman. You love her and hate her at the same time.

    I never believed in all my born days that ideas of truth and justice were only pretty words to brighten a much darker and more ubiquitous reality.
    The girl was experiencing the first flushes of love while Rick was at least feeling the methadone equivalent.

    Although selfishness and greed are more ephemeral than the real values of life their effects on the world often outlive their origins.

    Miriam's a meteor job. Somewhere out there in space there must be a meteor with her name on it.

    Tsismis or rumours grow in this land like tropical weeds.

    Surprises are so common here that nothing is surprising.

    A crooked leader who can lead is better than a crooked one who can't.

    Although I always followed the politics of Hitler I emulate the drinking habits of Churchill.

    It [Australia] is the country that does the least with the most.

    Rereading the brief lines that told the story in the manner of Fox News reporting the death of a leftist Rick's dark imagination took hold.

    Didn't your mother ever tell you never to trust a man who doesn't drink?

    She must have been around twenty years old, was tall for a Filipina and possessed long black hair framing her smooth olive face. This specter of loveliness walked with the assurance of the knowingly beautiful. Her crisp and starched white uniform dazzled in the late-afternoon light and highlighted the natural tan of her skin. Everything about her was in perfect order. In short, she was dressed up like a pox doctor’s clerk. Suddenly, she stopped, turned her head to one side and spat comprehensively into the street. The tiny putrescent puddle contrasted strongly with the studied aplomb of its all-too-recent owner, suggesting all manner of disease and decay.”
    John Richard Spencer

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “I was my own woman.
    The next step was to find the proper sort of man.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “But for pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space; the sense also of extreme fixity in passing objects; and sounds very remote and then very close; flesh being gashed and blood spurting, a joint suddenly twisted - beneath all of which appears something very important, yet remote, to be just held in solitude.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #25
    D.H. Lawrence
    “And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.”
    D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

  • #26
    John Berendt
    “These, then, were the images in my mental gazetteer of Savannah: rum-drinking pirates, strong-willed women, courtly manners, eccentric behavior, gentle words, and lovely music. That and the beauty of the name itself: Savannah.”
    John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

  • #27
    Jerry Spinelli
    “If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.”
    Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl



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