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  • #1
    Flannery O'Connor
    “The life you save may very well be your own.”
    Flannery O'Connor

  • #2
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #3
    Neil Gaiman
    “Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #4
    Flannery O'Connor
    “You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you odd.”
    Flannery O'Connor, Collected Works: Wise Blood / A Good Man is Hard to Find / The Violent Bear it Away / Everything that Rises Must Converge / Essays and Letters

  • #5
    Amy Tan
    “Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh.
    -An-mei”
    Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club

  • #6
    Kate Chopin
    “She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. (last lines)”
    Kate Chopin, The Awakening

  • #7
    Jostein Gaarder
    “... the only thing we require to be good philosophers is the faculty of wonder...”
    Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World

  • #8
    James Joyce
    “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”
    James Joyce, Dubliners

  • #9
    Hilary Mantel
    “I was always desired. But now i am valued. And that is a different thing, i find.”
    Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

  • #10
    Lin-Manuel Miranda
    “My wife's the reason anything gets done, she nudges me towards promise by degrees. She is a perfect symphony of one our son is her most beautiful reprise. We chase the melodies that seem to find us until they're finished songs and start to play. When senseless acts of tragedy remind us that nothing here is promised--not one day. This show is proof that history remembers. We live in times when hate and fear seem stronger. We rise and fall and light from dying embers--remembrances that hope and love last longer. And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa's symphony. Eliza tells her story. Now, fill the world with music, love, and pride.”
    Lin-Manuel Miranda

  • #11
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

  • #12
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #13
    B.J. Novak
    “CHILD: “Why does carrot cake have the best icing?” MOTHER: “Because it needs the best icing.” Quantum Nonlocality and the Death of Elvis Presley You may remember”
    B.J. Novak, One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories

  • #14
    William Faulkner
    “My mother is a fish.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #15
    David Mitchell
    “My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

  • #16
    Alexander Pope
    “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
    The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
    Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
    Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”
    Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard

  • #17
    Lauren Groff
    “And as I walked, I believed myself to be an Adam setting foot in a new Eden, sinless and wild-eyed, my sinews still stiff with creation.”
    Lauren Groff, The Monsters of Templeton

  • #18
    Christopher Paul Curtis
    “If you didn't have a real good imagination you'd probably think those noises were the sounds of some kid blowing a horn for the first time, but I knew better than that. I could tell those were the squeaks and squawks of one door closing and another one opening.”
    Christopher Paul Curtis, Bud, Not Buddy

  • #19
    Kazuo Ishiguro
    “What I'm not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.”
    Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

  • #20
    Karl Marx
    “All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses, his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind. The”
    Karl Marx, The Communist Manifesto

  • #21
    Chris Cleave
    “A pound coin can go wherever it thinks it will be safest. ... It can disguise itself as power or property and there is nothing more serious than you are a girl who has neither. 12”
    Chris Cleave, Little Bee

  • #22
    August Wilson
    “Don't you think I ever wanted other things? Don't you think I had dreams and hopes? What about my life? What about me. Don't you think it ever crossed my mind to want to know other men? That I wanted to lay up somewhere and forget about my responsibilities? That I wanted someone to make me laugh so I could feel good? You not the only one who's got wants and needs. But I held on to you, Troy. I took all my feelings, my wants and needs, my dreams...and I buried them inside you. I planted myself inside you and waited to bloom. And it didn't take me no eighteen years to find out the soil was hard and rocky and it wasn't never gonna bloom.”
    August Wilson, Fences

  • #23
    Walt Whitman
    “I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
    If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #24
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “There were umpires everywhere, men who said who was winning or losing the theoretical battle, who was alive adn who was dead.

    The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.

    Remembering this incident years later, Billy was struck by what a Tralfamadorian adventure with death that had been, to be dead and to eat at the same time.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five



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