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  • #1
    Max Nowaz
    “Some people say
    Rhyming is but a sin.
    Little sins are fun
    So try, before you bin.”
    Max Nowaz, Timbi's Dream

  • #2
    Yvonne Korshak
    “Do you know the song Violet Crowned Athens?” he asked. Yellow hair like hers was rare among the Greeks. Though some people say that Helen of Troy . . .”
    Yvonne Korshak, Pericles and Aspasia: A Story of Ancient Greece

  • #3
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “Perhaps it is just as well to be rash and foolish for a while. If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all. It might be better to ask yourself 'Why?' afterward than before. Anyway, the force of somewhere in space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road

  • #4
    Garth Stein
    “People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.”
    Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

  • #5
    Spencer Johnson
    “Frica pe care o lași să te conducă este mai rea decât situația rea în care te găsești.”
    Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese? An Amazing Way to Deal with Change in Your Work and in Your Life...

  • #6
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detached.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #7
    Malcolm Gladwell
    “Don’t depend on heaven for food, but on your own two hands carrying the load.”
    Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers: The Story of Success

  • #8
    “When you’re in The System, like after being arrested, you’re no longer a participant. You’re being processed. Instead of an easy to ignore, well-greased cog, you become a sharp edge that needs to be ground down.”
    Edward Williams

  • #9
    Michael Wyndham Thomas
    “Next morning, we drank endless cups of coffee in the airport restaurant…Suddenly wide-eyed, she stared past me: “Good grief, some of the people they let in here.”
    Michael Wyndham Thomas, The Erkeley Shadows

  • #10
    “The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark on a dirty bath. He had a gruff manner, distrusting eyes and a cough like kicked gravel.”
    R.D. Ronald

  • #11
    Robert         Reid
    “The wizard broke out from his mountain grave
    As his red fire filled the cave
    The miners ran to escape their doom
    All in its path red fire would consume

    The fire would destroy Sparsholt
    Before cannons at the Alol melt
    On Tamin Plain the flax would burn
    And reveal a name… Arin

    The time of the wizard is here
    Destruction, death and fear
    Some say the world will end
    Others say a child is seeking revenge

    I am a minstrel and not a seer
    All I know is…
    The time of the wizard is here
    Destruction, death and fear
    Robert Reid – The Son”
    Robert Reid, The Son

  • #12
    Ami Loper
    “I wish I could say this journey is an easy one. It’s not. As easy as it is to fall in love, it takes effort to make a relationship grow, to continue making the effort to connect, to speak and to listen.”
    Ami Loper, Constant Companion: Your Practical Path to Real Interaction with God

  • #13
    A.R. Merrydew
    “Well at least one of you present here today, has the scaly green balls to give me an honest answer,’ he said, as he broke into a hearty lizard laugh.”
    A.R. Merrydew, Inara

  • #14
    Barbara Sontheimer
    “Victor's tortured eyes blazed down at her, and for a moment she was afraid.  Then he leaned down and dissolved into tears in the arms of Celena who was only six.”
    Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

  • #15
    Sara Pascoe
    “The summer sun bowing out threw slashes of colour between the buildings. London looked big, empty, and lonely. She stood in the doorway, like a cat trying to make up its mind.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #16
    Robert M. Pirsig
    “One thing about pioneers that you don’t hear mentioned is that they are invariably, by their nature, mess-makers.”
    Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

  • #17
    John Green
    “The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #18
    David Mitchell
    “Probably" is a word with an emergency ejector seat.”
    David Mitchell, Black Swan Green

  • #19
    Richard Bach
    “We are each given a block of marble when we begin a lifetime, and the tools to shape it into sculpture. We can drag it behind us untouched, we can pound it to gravel, we can shape it into glory. Examples from every other life are left for us to see, lifeworks finished and unfinished, guiding and warning. Near the end our sculpture is nearly finished, and we can smooth and polish what we started years before. We can make our progress then, but to do it we must see past the appearances of age.”
    Richard Bach, One

  • #20
    Malcolm Gladwell
    “They were so focused on the mechanics and the process that they never looked at the problem holistically. In the act of tearing something apart, you lose its meaning.”
    Malcolm Gladwell, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking

  • #21
    O. Henry
    “One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.”
    O. Henry, The Four Million



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