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  • #1
    Stephenie Meyer
    “He's like a drug for you, Bella.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

  • #2
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #3
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Conventionality is not morality.”
    Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

  • #4
    W.H. Auden
    “But once in a while the odd thing happens,
    Once in a while the dream comes true,
    And the whole pattern of life is altered,
    Once in a while the moon turns blue.”
    W.H. Auden

  • #5
    “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
    In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #6
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #7
    C. JoyBell C.
    “I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before!”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #8
    “It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #9
    Neil Gaiman
    “I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives



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