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  • #1
    Susan  Rowland
    “There was no going back now. Rubber and metal could only take so much. The car could shatter and send its passengers into an elemental distillation of rock, flesh, blood, and ash. Alchemy, thought Mary, grimly. Too much bloody alchemy.”
    Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

  • #2
    Max Nowaz
    “He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
     ”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #3
    Mary Doria Russell
    “Doc seemed to gather himself to say something important, and spoke as firmly as he could, though his voice was somewhere between a whisper and a whine. "Wyatt, I cannot make you another denture. No more fights. You get that mad again, shoot the bastard. Promise me.”
    Mary Doria Russell, Doc

  • #4
    Angie Thomas
    “You gotta love people enough to let them go, especially when you're the reason they're gone.”
    Angie Thomas, Concrete Rose

  • #5
    C.S. Lewis
    “We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”
    C.S. Lewis
    tags: god

  • #6
    Richard Carlson
    “Humility and inner peace go hand in hand. The less compelled you are to try to prove yourself to others, the easier it is to feel peaceful inside.”
    Richard Carlson, Don't Sweat the Small Stuff ... and it's all small stuff

  • #7
    Ian McEwan
    “In a story you only had to wish, you only had to write it down and you could have the world...It seemed so obvious now that it was too late: a story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it. Reading a sentence and understanding it were the same thing; as with the crooking of a finger, nothing lay between them. There was no gap during which the symbols were unraveled.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #8
    Fredrik Backman
    “People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.”
    Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

  • #9
    Julio Cortázar
    “...Y mirá que apenas nos conocíamos y ya la vida urdía lo necesario para desencontrarnos minuciosamente. Como no sabías disimular me di cuenta en seguida de que para verte como yo quería era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos...”
    Julio Cortázar

  • #10
    Alan Brennert
    “Okāsan,”
    Alan Brennert, Moloka'i

  • #11
    Virginia Woolf
    “She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
    tags: life

  • #12
    Edith Wharton
    “Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

  • #13
    Robyn Mundell
    “It’s pretty confusing.”
    “Good. Be confused. Confusion is where inspiration comes from.”
    Robyn Mundell, Brainwalker

  • #14
    Arthur Golden
    “Men have a kind of... well, an 'eel' on them... It isn't an eel really, but pretending it's an eel makes things so much easier. Here's the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live.

    You may not know this about eels, but they're quite territorial. When they find a cave they like, they wriggle around inside it for awhile to be sure that... well to be sure it's a nice cave, I suppose. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory, by spitting.

    Men like doing this very much. There are even men who do little in their lives besides search for different caves to let their eels live in.”
    Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha



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