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  • #1
    Mieko Kawakami
    “How many more times in my life would I sit back like this and find myself transfixed by the blue of the evening? Is this what it means to live and die alone? That you'll always be in the same place, no matter where you are?
    "Is that so bad?" I asked myself out loud.
    I don't need to tell you that no one answered.”
    Mieko Kawakami, Breasts and Eggs

  • #2
    “Kung kanila ’yan, hindi nila papayagang kutahan ng mga kriminal na pulis ’yan.”
    “Redundant ka.”
    “Saan?”
    “Kriminal na pulis.”
    “Emphasis.”
    Ronaldo S. Vivo Jr., Ang Bangin sa Ilalim ng Ating mga Paa

  • #3
    Sarah Dessen
    “Later up in my room, I kept thinking about this, the idea of distance and accomplishment. The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. In the end though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.”
    Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key

  • #4
    “Sabi ng demonyo, ipaubaya mo ang kapalaran sa kapangyarihang higit sa ating lahat, ang pagkakataon— na pare-pareho nating hindi hawak.”
    Ronaldo Soledad Vivo Jr., Ang Kapangyarihang Higit sa Ating Lahat

  • #5
    Robert   Harris
    “My brothers and sisters, in the course of a long life in the service of our Mother the Church, let me tell you that the one sin I have come to fear more than any other is certainty. Certainty is the great enemy of unity. Certainty is the deadly enemy of tolerance. Even Christ was not certain at the end. 'Eli Eli, lama sabachtani?' He cried out in His agony at the ninth hour on the cross. 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' Our faith is a living thing precisely because it walks hand in hand with doubt. If there was only certainty, and if there was no doubt, there would be no mystery, and therefore no need for faith.”
    Robert Harris, Conclave

  • #6
    R.F. Kuang
    “What more can we want as writers than such immortality? Don't ghosts just want to be remembered?”
    R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

  • #7
    Stephen  King
    “Some of these guys will go on walking long after the laws of biochemistry and handicapping have gone by the boards. There was a guy last year that crawled for two miles at four miles an hour after both of his feet cramped up at the same time, you remember reading about that? Look at Olson, he's worn out but he keeps going. That goddam Barkovitch is running on high-octane hate and he just keeps going and he's as fresh as a daisy. I don't think I can do that. I'm not tired -not really tired- yet. But I will be." The scar stood out on the side of his haggard face as he looked ahead into the darkness "And I think... when I get tired enough... I think I'll just sit down”
    Stephen King, The Long Walk

  • #8
    “Just go on dancing with me like this forever, Garraty, and I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoes on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.”
    Richard Bachman, The Long Walk

  • #9
    Steven L. Peck
    “The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I’d almost worn a groove in my thoughts, so deep that it seemed the only thing I could think of was our reunion. Anticipation is a gift. Perhaps there is none greater. Anticipation is born of hope. Indeed it is hope’s finest expression. In hope’s loss, however, is the greatest despair.”
    Steven L. Peck, A Short Stay in Hell

  • #10
    Steven L. Peck
    “Strange, how a moment of existence can cut so deeply into our being that while ages pass unnoticed, a brief love can structure and define the very topology of our consciousness ever after.”
    Steven L. Peck, A Short Stay in Hell

  • #11
    Steven L. Peck
    “What is love that it has such power? Whatever it is, it seems unlikely this God who placed me here knows anything about it. If it loved me in the least, could it inflict what it has upon me? Who can understand? Once I feared to say such things, dreading a worse punishment. But what worse fate could there be? To remember love and know it is unattainable? To know love wanders somewhere light-years and light-years distant, ever knowing it is forever out of reach? Forever hidden?”
    Steven L. Peck, A Short Stay in Hell



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